Delaney
Holy shit! What a night! Almost too much to process as I’m slightly buzzed walking back to stateroom 15001. I found comfort and relaxation here this morning. Tonight, I’m looking for a different kind of release. AJ has been simply amazing tonight—dinner at the Kitchen Table, body shots, and dancing. Let me just say the man can dance! Nothing was sexier than the 10th-grade make-out session on the deck. I didn’t get to do that in high school, so that was my first PDA session. #betterlatethannever My body has been burning for him since this morning, and he just fanned the flames again.
“Can I get you a drink?” he offers.
“Yes, please.”
As he brings me water, he has a look of wanting and needing like I’ve never seen before.
Without saying a word, he walks over and lifts me onto the cool granite counter. My legs naturally spread apart, and he steps forward to immediately fill the space. My hands wrap around his neck, and I pull him in. He wastes no time spreading my lips with his tongue and finding a way to nibble on my lip. His hands slide down my backside as he pulls me to the edge of the counter against his groin. I can feel his hard cock as it sends another jolt to my center.
I run my hands through his hair and feel him grab the hem of my skirt. Inching it slowly up with just his fingers, he runs his hands over my exposed legs as the fabric climbs higher up my thighs.
“Tell me to stop if you don’t want this.”
“No, keep going,” I stutter as my body is nearly shaking under his touch.
Looking directly into my eyes, he says, “You are so damn sexy! But nothing is going to happen that you don’t want to happen. You’re in charge.”
I want it to happen! I want it to fucking happen! My thoughts run wild, but I simply consent, “I want you too.” I lean in to continue tasting his tongue.
I feel my skirt bunch around the top of my legs with nowhere else to go. His thumbs find their way to the crease between my hips and thighs, slowly stroking and circling closer and closer to my center. I’m soaking wet! I’m sure he can already feel the wet heat through the thin satin of my pale pink thong. I’ve felt a tingling sensation between my thighs all night, and I anticipate the release that I pray is coming soon.
He rubs his fingers over the small patch of fabric that covers my core. I moan, nearly biting his tongue. He slowly moves his fingers up and down, and I begin grinding against his powerful hand. He kisses my neck, and I feel his tongue slide over my sun-kissed skin. His fingers are now playing at my entrance, screaming, “Let me in!”
“Touch me,” I whisper.
He grabs the sides of my thong, slides it under my ass, and we watch it drop to the floor. He returns to kissing my neck, and I offer him more access to the tender skin below my ear.
His fingers gradually return to where they left off. He pauses and looks deeply into my eyes. “Tell me to stop.”
“That’s not going to happen,” I groan, wanting more.
I feel his palm slide over my smooth mound, sliding his fingers over my wet slit and slowly parting my lips so he can finger my center. Finally!
“Oh, my God,” I whisper in pure ecstasy.
Slowly, his fingers work up and down, stroking my lips and cresting at my hardened clit, circling it with two fingers. Jolts of electricity shoot through my core, causing me to buck and shudder. Up and down. Back and forth. He touches every nook of my yoni. Feeling his fingers explore me is unlike anything I’ve ever felt. Then, with just his middle finger, he deliberately slows down to a snail’s pace, still circling my clit. Feather touches. Round and round. Up and down. Again, stroking my aroused clit. I can feel my body grinding harder against him, and even though I want it faster, he’s controlling the pace. My clit is hypersensitive, and I quiver at the slightest touch.
“Are you close?” he probes.
“Yes,” I whimper, nearly out of breath.
Then without warning, I feel him part my wet lips and slide his finger deep into my tight hole. He finds the tender, rough patch on my inner wall and begins making a “come here” movement with his finger.
“ Fuck me! ” I whisper. My eyes roll to the back of my head as I feel him in me. His pace increases as my hips match the rhythm, harder and faster. I can feel my body begin to shake as I know what’s about to happen. I wrap my hands around his neck, lift my body so he can hold me close and tight, his fingers wildly fucking me.
“Yes! Don’t stop! Ohhh...fuck…yessss...I’m so close.” He inserts two, maybe three fingers. I can’t even tell. Now, I’m feverishly fucking his hand as hard as I can, needing and wanting to explode. “That’s it… Yes! Fuuuck …yes…almost! Yesssssss! I’m cominggggg, ” I breathe as I feel the waves of pure pleasure crash over me, soaking his fingers deep inside me. Again and again, erratic jolts dart through my entire body. Waiting until I’m completely finished, he slowly removes his fingers and I shudder, my chatte still contracting.
He brings his wet fingers to his mouth and sucks each one. Tasting me. It’s the most erotic image I’ve ever seen.
“I knew you would taste good,” he says.
I collapse like a rag doll in his arms, exhausted. He gently picks me up and takes me to the sofa. I rest my head on his chest, trying to come down from the mountaintop. He strokes my hand gently, holding me close without saying a word. Several minutes of comfortable silence pass, and then he looks at me.
“You alright?” he asks.
“ Absolument .”
“ Bon ,” he says with a smile. “I need you to know that this is not my MO. I don’t do this.”
“Do what?”
“I don’t purposely run into women on cruises with the intention of bringing them to climax.”
“I didn’t think you did,” I reassure.
“Just so we’re clear,” he confirms.
“And I need you to know that this isn’t my MO. I don’t do this,” I return.
“Do what?”
“I don’t purposely run into random guys at the buffet, tempt them with my perfect boobs, and then come all over their hand.”
“I didn’t think you did.”
“Just so we’re clear.”
We both smile, understanding that this, this shared moment found only in Meghan Quinn and Tessa Bailey novels, is new territory for both of us. My body has never felt this pleased, this satisfied, this wanted, this desired. AJ tapped an unknown pleasure I hadn’t experienced. No man, toy, or even my own hand has ever pushed me into the depths of pleasure that I just felt. And he did all of this with just his hand. I cannot even begin to fathom what he can do with that huge rod in his pants.
Trying to gather myself and my thoughts, I ask, “Do you have plans tomorrow?”
“I have a meeting at nine, and then was planning…”
“A meeting?” I question. “You’re on vacation.”
“Ya, it’s ah, it’s ah Zoom meeting,” he stutters through.
“That sucks that you have to get on Zoom while you’re on vacation.”
“Ya, I know, but it shouldn’t take long. Were you planning on going into San Juan?”
San Juan is the first stop on our itinerary, and I’ve never been to Puerto Rico.
“Yes, I want to see the fort and walk the cobblestone streets. I heard the cobblestone has been worn to a beautiful blue patina.”
“It has, and you should. Make sure you wear comfortable shoes.”
“So, you’ve been here?”
“Many times.”
“Care to give me the AJ personalized tour? Only if you don’t have any other ‘meetings.’” I say.
“I don’t have any other meetings and would love to show you around the city. I think we dock at eleven and leave at eight. Let’s meet at the piano in the grand foyer at eleven thirty. That will give us some separation from the other guests rushing to get to their excursions. Don’t eat breakfast. I know a place we can go for lunch. ”
“Of course you do. That sounds really nice.”
He leans over and kisses my lips, and I let him.
“I had a great time tonight,” he says as he lingers over my lips.
“So did I. Thank you.”
“May I walk you back to your room?”
“I feel like it may be more like floating than walking.”
He kisses me one more time before we stand.
We walk down the hallway holding hands, and I feel a sense of ease.
Being with him is easy. It’s safe, comfortable, and natural. Like we’ve been together for ten years. Is my cruise crush, Mr. Godiva, turning into something more?
We reach deck ten, and we step out of the elevator.
“I’ve got it from here,” I say.
“You sure? You never know what kind of danger lurks in the hallways of a 121,000 gross ton ship.”
Well, that was specific.
“No, I’m ok. Thank you again for tonight. See you at eleven thirty at the piano.”
I lean in to kiss him before he jumps back in the elevator.
Of course, I wanted him to walk me back to my room.
But even though he just brought me to completion and then tasted me, I feel like I need to keep a little ambiguity between us.
Shit, it’s only Day 2, and this man has already been in my head figuratively and my chatte literally.
I walk down one flight and return to my room to find a sea turtle made up of towels from Marisa, along with tomorrow’s daily schedule on my bed.
I strip off my wrinkled skirt and realize that AJ is going to find a souvenir in his cabin because I’m no longer wearing my thong.
Oops! I can’t help but smile as I think about him finding a little memento from our exploits tonight.
I jump into bed naked.
Clean.
Fresh. Crisp. I grab my journal and pick up from where I left off this afternoon on the balcony.
OASIS was quiet, but I still saw some guests under 18 in the area.
Really like the outdoor feel of the indoor pool.
The pinko coladas were awesome! US Junior Team is here! What are the chances? Going to avoid if possible.
I really don’t want AJ to find out.
Day 2 continued: Sunbathing in the nude is real and I love it.
Dinner tonight at the Kitchen Table, the fucking Kitchen Table, was by far, the most unique dining experience of my life.
Chef Marcus delivered a five-course meal starting with the shaved ahi tuna, unbelievable, then the salad with homemade croutons and a soy sauce-based dressing that somehow worked beautifully.
Main, a Chilian sea bass with a garlic pepper sauce with grilled calamari and oysters.
Grilled oysters! And the chocolate cake was orgasmic!
I did my first body shot tonight with AJ and it was the hottest fucking thing ever! His tongue was…uhhhhh…incredible.
Then when I did his, I fell into his arms, and he caught me.
Someone needs to pinch me because I must be dreaming.
Dancing at The Vibe was fantastic.
I will go back.
Back to AJ, where do I start? How did he get the reservation at the Kitchen Table? How does he know the captain? The specific weight of the ship? Come on.
And who has a meeting when they’re on vacation? Don’t care because this man made me come harder than any other! Best O of my life happened on his cool granite countertop.
Sorry not sorry!
And he sucked his fingers after.
Who knew that would be so hot? Not me! I feel a little guilty because I didn’t return the favor.
I wanted to suck him off, but after I collapsed in his arms, the vibe changed.
I went to unzip his pants and he said that tonight was all about me, which I appreciated since I was still recovering from my O.
Tomorrow, 11:30, piano, grand foyer, I’ve got another date with AJ! Great day and an even better night!