22. Henrik #2
An hour later, when she finally wakes up, I have my answer.
I can ask her, but only if I accept her answer, no matter what it might be.
Brushing her hair off her soft skin, I know I have to ready myself for the possibility of her walking away.
But when her light blue eyes connect with mine, my heart begs me not to have that conversation. I’m not ready. I can’t lose her.
“Hello, sweetheart. How was your nap?” I tease before lowering my lips to hers for a quick peck.
She exhales a contented sigh. “It was fantastic. You’re an incredible pillow. That was the best sleep I’ve had all week.”
“I know you were working extra hours this week. Did you not get good sleep?”
“Not really. When I got home every night, I was exhausted. But my brain was too full to rest. For hours after I laid down, it would process all the information I’d been studying all day.”
“Wow, that’s rough. I’m sorry. At least every time we talked, you sounded excited about this new work opportunity. Can you tell me what you’ll be doing?”
A gigantic smile spreads across her beautiful face.
Her eyes sparkle as she excitedly tells me, “I should have told you earlier, but it took me a while to accept it was real. My boss is working with the state and NOAA, and I’m one of the fishery biologists invited to participate in the bottom trawler survey this spring. ”
Hugging her tight, I can hardly believe my ears.
This has to be a dream come true for her.
She’s doing it. My chest swells with pride.
We’re both participating in the survey, actively trying to discover what happened to the opilio crab.
And the fact we are doing it together is beyond amazing. “That’s incredible, Carina.”
She claps her hands. “I’m so excited to see all the crabs.
” But then all that excitement wanes, and she lets out a heavy sigh.
I look at her. Her expression is one of worry.
Her once bright eyes have dulled. Her smile has fallen to a frown, and her cheeks aren’t high and rosy anymore.
When her eyes connect with mine, she whispers, “Hopefully, the species is recovering.”
I nod because that’s a concern of mine as well.
Not just because I profit from a successful crab season, but because I see myself as a conservationist. I am a protector of the sea.
Yes, I harvest from her, but I follow the rules.
My father and grandfather taught me to be a responsible fisherman who takes my allotted share and treats the ocean with the respect and honor she deserves.
“Me too,” I finally reply after being lost in thought. “Can I piggyback on your exciting news?”
Tipping her head, she looks up at me and smiles. “Sure.”
“Earlier this week, the man in charge of the trawler survey approached me and asked if the Brina would participate in the study this year.”
She gasps. “Did you say yes?”
I laugh. “I had to meet with my dad to see what he thought since he’s the majority owner of the boat.
” She nods enthusiastically, and I tap her button nose.
“After discussing it, he agreed it would be a nice supplemental income for our family. And we might get an insider view of what is happening on the opilio fishing grounds.”
Carina pats my chest. “Does that mean I could be on this boat with you in a few months?”
Nudging her chin with my hand, I whisper, “It’s a possibility,” before I kiss her.
Our tongues wrestle for control, and when I eventually pull away, she’s panting and her eyes have darkened.
That excites me. My cock thickens. Testing my limits, I press it against her thigh.
Sucking in a breath, she lets me know she feels me.
When she rotates her hips with a knowing grin, I know I’m ruined. I want her. Desperately.
With her pressed against me, I feel like I’m burning up.
Reaching over my head, I pull my sweatshirt off.
My t-shirt comes with it, revealing my bare chest. An appreciative smile forms on her soft lips, and her pink tongue pokes out.
She reaches out to touch me. Heat blooms across my body at the first hint of her finger on my naked skin.
Like ripples on a pond, her touch lingers.
She traces mindless patterns across my chest, stirring something primal within me.
From my lips, a deep rumbling groan falls.
She’s mine. Having her hands on me is a fantasy come to life.
“Damn, I love having your hands on me.” Rolling to my back, I tug her on top of me.
When she settles above me, she sighs. Her warm center rests directly over my pulsing cock, and I fight the desire to thrust up.
When she sets her hands on my chest, her fingers play with the scant amount of chest hair I have.
It tickles, and because I don’t want her to stop, I suppress a laugh.
The sexy look on her face takes my breath away.
Gorgeous. I’m drawn to her blue eyes that sparkle with desire.
What’s next? Thoughts of that stall my brain.
Carina slides off me and moves to my side, aligning herself with my hips. Reaching across my crotch, her hands hover above me. She licks her lips and whispers, “Can I touch you?” I nod. And the moment our gazes connect, I know I’ll never be the same.
Slowly, she moves her fingers to my zipper.
When she pulls it down, my cock jumps, trying to make its escape.
Peeling back the sides of my jeans, my black cotton boxer briefs are stretched over me.
Carina lifts her finger to trace over my shaft, and her delicate touch makes me grow even harder.
Trying to maintain my composure, I blow out a labored breath.
As I do, the tip of my cock peeks out from the waistband of my boxers.
Carina almost pushes me over the edge when she makes a humming noise in her throat.
She swipes her finger over it, collecting the drop of pre-cum leaking out.
When she brings it to her lips, sucking it off, I almost orgasm.
Reaching down, I wrap my hand around my throbbing cock and squeeze tightly.
“Gorgeous, that was sexy as fuck,” I say, my voice like gravel.
Her cheeks blush. “Besides wanting to touch you, I wanted to know how you tasted.” I relax the hold I have on myself, letting my hand drop to my side as Carina reaches for my boxer briefs.
She pulls them down, and I lift my hips to help.
My heated cock lies across my stomach. She wraps her fingers tentatively around me and moves her hand up and down my shaft.
I’m in awe as I watch her. I’m the luckiest man in the world.
“Do you like it like this?” she asks.
I close my eyes and moan before I answer. “That feels so good.” The emotion of the moment rocks my body.
It doesn’t take many strokes before I feel my impending orgasm.
My abs tighten and my balls draw up. “Fuck. I’m going to come,” I warn her just seconds before I explode onto my heaving chest. I’m comforted knowing Carina stays by my side.
She’s drawing circles on my hipbone, which reignites my desire.
Although my cock needs time to recover, she has an effect on me that can’t be denied.
Reaching over into my cubby, I grab a few tissues to clean up my mess before pulling my jeans back up, not worrying about zipping them.
I reach for Carina’s hand and tug her on top of me.
When I bring my lips to hers, sparks undeniably hiss between us.
Pushing my tongue into her mouth, I’m desperate to taste every part of her.
But that’s for another time. I want to take my time and savor her fully.
Still on my chest, she lowers her head down, and in her sweet voice, she says, “I could lie here all day. You’re so warm and comfy.”
I laugh and drag my fingers to her waist. “Are you ticklish beautiful?” Her curvy body, that had been so relaxed just moments ago, suddenly goes tense. She shifts, then scrambles off me. Must be.
Frowning at me, she admits, “I’m incredibly ticklish.”
With her squished-up nose and pouty, kiss-abused lips, she’s adorable. Lesson learned. Holding my hands up, I say, “I can’t promise you I’ll never tickle you, but knowing how much you dislike it, I’ll try my best to avoid the most ticklish spots. Does that sound fair?”
“It does. Thank you. Hopefully, I’ll get over it.”
“Does that happen?” I wonder aloud.
She holds up her crossed fingers. “Let’s hope so.”