Chapter 29
RAFE
THREE DAYS LATER
W e rounded the southeast tip of the country and headed for Vivonne Bay.
Sydney was a great town to visit, but I was so happy to get out of the urban sprawl and enjoy the peacefulness of the open water and the rugged beauty of the southern beaches.
We dropped anchor near Kangaroo Island, and Charlie helped me plan day trips. Clear turquoise waters and soft, sandy beaches were the quintessential swimwear backdrop. The models were only too happy to pose for hours on end. Even with all the equipment and heat and sun, it hardly felt like work.
And every afternoon, I’d return to the ship and have dinner with George.
We’d sit up on the sun deck or the one outside his wheelhouse and watch the day turn into night, the stars so bold and glittering that you could lay back and stare for hours.
Sometimes we’d do that, pull up a lounger and I would lie against George’s chest, his strong arms holding me tight.
Our lovemaking had intensified with each passing day.
Sometimes it was fast and dirty, other times long and languid.
No matter the time or place or position, it got better and better.
Never in a million years did I think sex with one person would sustain me.
But George wasn’t just my lover, he’d become my best friend.
Maybe that was it. Because loving and being loved by the person you laughed with was the best feeling ever.
Just thinking about being apart from him made me sad and filled my heart with a pain I’d never imagined.
“I got an email today with my plane ticket and itinerary,” I announced to George as we sat outside the wheelhouse on another star-filled night.
It was blessedly quiet, with everyone having turned in early after another sun-filled day.
“When do you leave?”
“The day after we return to Sydney. Six days. I fly direct to Geneva. Two weeks there and then I fly back to Miami.”
“I’ll be headed to the Caribbean after this. I can take time off and meet you in Miami, or you can fly down to BVI. Spend a week or two with me at my home.”
“I’d rather come to you,” I replied without looking at him, my eyes welling up.
George took my hand.
“Don’t be sad, my heart. We’ll work something out.” He paused. “Rowan doesn’t come on board as often as he used to, and he’s considering allowing friends and business colleagues to charter for a week or a month at a time.”
“Won’t that mean you’ll be busier than ever?” I asked, turning to face him.
“Yes, but I also suggested that he hire a second captain to split up the charters. I want to cut back my hours and spend more time with you.”
“But you love your job. This is exactly what I was worried about. What if…”
George silenced me with a kiss. Sneaky but effective.
“Stay calm, love. I’m not quitting my job.
Just shifting priorities. I’ll still oversee trips when Rowan and Andrew are aboard, for Carter family vacations throughout the year, and other special charters.
But I need more flexibility. I want to be able to travel with you as time permits.
I’m not going to have you do all the heavy lifting in this relationship by always coming to me. ”
He kissed me again and I nodded.
“And I really hope that you can come to the Caribbean after Miami. I’d like you to visit my condo and see what you think.”
“We could make it our home base?” I asked and his green eyes lit with happiness.
“Exactly. For the winter months. Then back to Europe for the summer and fall. I told Rowan I only want to do the summer charters in the Mediterranean.”
“It’s going to be kind of crazy and hectic. I don’t know where my clients will want me to work.”
“I know. That’s why I want to make sure I have another captain sharing the work. So I can travel with you as much as I can.”
“That’s wonderful, sweetheart.” I reached for another kiss.
“Are your fears put to rest now?” he asked.
“Some of them. I’m still worried that it’s not going to be enough for you. What if long distance doesn’t work?”
“It’s for now. Not forever. And I told you before, I understand your work and your wanderlust and you, mine. We’re two of a kind.”
We were. My George understood me so well.
I recognized the fierce look of desire in his eyes. The time for talking was over.
Instead of getting up off the lounger and going inside, George pulled off my t-shirt and did the same with his.
I shuffled up and unzipped my shorts as we scrambled to get rid of our clothing as fast as possible.
I could barely make out his form in the darkness, so I let my hands and mouth be my eyes.
I traced a path over his chest, letting each sigh and moan guide my hands.
He pulled out a tube of lube from underneath the cushion and I barely stifled a laugh.
“Since when are you stashing lube under the loungers?” I whispered.
“Since you moved in with me,” he replied with a laugh. I leaned down and kissed him, and our teasing banter turned to lusty moans.
“I don’t think I can be quiet,” I confessed as I trailed heated kisses down between his pecs and over his stomach, loving how his muscles quivered under my touch.
“There’s no one out here but you and me. Be as loud as you want.”
He moaned as I pushed his shorts off and took his heavy cock in my mouth.
God, I loved the weight of it, the musky smell, the salty taste. I swallowed him all the way down and George’s thighs went rigid. He loved getting his cock sucked and I loved giving him head. He plunged his hands into my hair and gripped it tightly, guiding me.
“Take it all, you know I need it,” he growled out as I sucked and laved his dick. “I can’t get enough. It’s never enough.”
His voice was desperate, and I knew exactly how he felt.
Desire clawed at me, consuming me until I felt nothing but the need to make him come.
I ignored my own cock, hard and leaking.
With one hand on the base of his dick, I reached for the lube with my other.
With my fingers slick, I massaged his heavy balls, then lower.
His hips thrust up, forcing his dick further down my throat.
I hummed and heard his deep groan of pleasure, then slid one finger in his tight hole.
I pushed all the way in, aiming for his prostate.
His body jerked and his breaths became choppy.
“That’s enough,” George ordered. “Get up and ride my cock.”
I did as I was told, and he picked up the lube, pouring it quickly onto his fingers.
I straddled him as he reached behind and slid one, then two fingers deep in my arse.
God, I loved being owned by him. His other hand took hold of my throbbing cock and began to move slowly up and down.
I chased after him, swiveling my hips, needing more fullness in my arse and more friction on my cock.
Then his fingers slipped out and I felt the heat of his cockhead at my hole.
He pushed in slowly, and I relished the burn, my thighs straining.
He pumped his hips and I sat back, until I felt his whole, hard length deep inside me.
Where he belonged. No condom, no barrier between us.
Christ, nothing had ever felt so good as this man.
“Never want to leave,” he admitted, and I reached for his hands, interlocking them, gripping them tightly in mine.
“This is where you belong,” I whispered. “With me.”
“Always,” he replied and thrust his hips.
I leaned back and the angle was perfect.
He nailed my prostate over and over, and I chased that high, pumping my hips frantically.
The lounger creaked and I had a brief concern that it might break, but it didn’t stop our wild rhythm.
He rutted in and out, and my moans turned to whimpers, I was so desperate to come.
“You’re everything,” George groaned out. “I love you.”
My body shook at the intensity of his heartfelt words.
“I love you more,” I replied as my balls tightened.
I was going to come without touching myself and just the thought made my desire ratchet higher.
I felt George’s thighs lock up and suddenly my arse was filled with the burning heat of his cum as he screamed my name.
Pleasure exploded in my body as I finally slipped over the edge and joined him, covering his stomach and chest with my cum.
My knees ached, my thighs quaked, and I murmured a protest when George slipped out of my body.
Then his fingers were on my arse, sliding between my cheeks and rubbing my hole.
He had a primal, visceral reaction to his cum on my body.
And I loved how the normally reserved captain turned into a fierce lover in my arms.
“I fucking love knowing that my cum is inside you,” he growled and tapped my sensitive rim.
“And I love being marked by you,” I replied and leaned down to kiss him.
I dug my fingers into his shoulders to hold on. I was totally spent after that incredible fuck, and I wanted so badly to collapse.
Eventually I did, sprawling out on top of him.
“Too heavy?” I mumbled against his collarbone.
He replied by tightening his arms around me and running a soothing hand up over my neck. “Never. This is where you’re meant to be.”