“It’s an impressive accomplishment. Tell me more.”
“The first time was with my sophomore year boyfriend in high school. First love. Very stressful. Took several tries to accomplish it.”
“But you persevered.”
“Yes. Then we figured out how to do it, but we broke up. So I went about refining my skills with other callers.”
“I had no idea you were such a seductress.”
“Why not? It worked on you.”
“It workedverywell.”
“When did you lose your virginity?” she asks.
“Fifteen. With Gemma Bertram, in a spare room at a house party, after splitting approximately a liter of Malibu.”
“I’m impressed you could get it up after that much coconut rum.”
“If alcohol impeded my ability to get an erection, I’d have just been the fifth man whose virginity you’ve taken.”
She laughs, but it turns into a yawn. “I’m tired. Do you really want me to sleep over?”
“How else will I ravish you ’til dawn?”
She wriggles happily against me. “I enthusiastically accept,” she says.
“I’m gonna shower,” I say.
“With me?” she asks innocently.
“Maybe that’s my fetish.”
“Let’s go.”
The shower is spacious as far as the dimensions of a cruise ship bathroom go, but it’s tight for two people. Hope has to smush against me.
“Sorry,” she says. “My milkmaid boobs take up all the room.”
“Your milkmaid boobs are making me astonishingly aroused.”
“Touch them,” she says urgently.
I caress them with my tongue, drawing her nipples into my mouth. She gasps, and it’s so hot I don’t want to stop. So I don’t. Suddenly she starts shaking and cries out, bracing herself against the wall.
Holy shit.
“Did you just come from that?” I ask.
“Party trick,” she says, taking ragged breaths.
“I’m going to expire.”
“Let me make you come one more time before you die.”
She does.
Once we’re clean and sated we towel off and climb back into bed. I turn off the lights and she snuggles up beside me.
