Slow down, I tell my heart.Slow down.
I am so grateful for this man, who is such a good listener, and so willing to be vulnerable with me about his disappointments. Under different circumstances, I’d revel in this easy intimacy.
But that’s not what this is about, and I don’t want to waste our limited time wallowing in painful topics. We’re already halfway through this cruise, and we’re under the stars on a beautiful night, and we should be making the most of what wecanbe to each other: lovers.
I wrap my arms around him and put my lips softly to his neck.
He tilts his head back, giving me access to his throat. There must be something about this stretch of the body that exudes pheromones, because electricity shoots through me.
He leans down and takes my mouth, and there’s an edge to it. His stubble grazes me, amplifying my wattage. I close my eyes and tip my head back to give him access to the space between my ear and jaw. When he kisses me there, I shudder.
I slip my hand under his shirt, enjoying how his abs reflexively tense, then release, beneath my touch. It’s like his muscles are alive for me. Like he wants me deep under the skin.
I slip my hand lower, beneath his waistband.
His cock is as alive as the rest of him—hard enough to fuck. I grip it, enjoying its velvet heat pulsing beneath my hand.
“Fuck,” he groans, pressing himself against my palm. I give him a bit more pressure and he puts a hand to the railing to brace himself.
“Not here,” he says. “Someone could see us.”
“That’s what makes it fun,” I say. “Turn around and pretend to be stargazing.”
He hesitates, but only for a moment.
Then he turns his back to me, and I catch him around the waist, like I’m innocently hugging him. But with my free hand, in the shadows, I unzip his pants.
I grip his cock, teasing it until he gasps. Every little breath he takes lights up a spark inside of me. I feel like I’m made of fireflies.
In the distance, I hear faint voices. A couple is rounding the deck from the other side of the ship. Not close enough to see us yet, but they will be in about a minute.
I stroke Felix fast and hard. “Hurry, baby,” I whisper in his ear. “Or they’ll catch us.”
Whether it’s the increased friction or excitement at the danger, he tenses against me. “Fuck,” he rasps out. “Oh fuck, I’m going to—”
“That’s it,” I whisper. “Come for me. Right now.”
He does.
I love the way he grips the handrail as his body rocks with pleasure, like what I’ve done to him would send him overboard if it wasn’t there.
Because that’s how he makes me feel too.
Like I’m about to fall.
He tucks himself back into his pants and steps away from me just as the couple moves into the light.
“Well, if it isn’t the lovebirds!” the woman calls. As they move closer, I see they are Tom and Nancy, the couple we met snorkeling.
“Gorgeous evening, isn’t it?” Tom says.
“Yes,” I say. “We were just enjoying the breeze.”
“Nothing like an ocean breeze to stimulate the senses, is there?” Nancy says. She winks at Felix.
Now he looks like he might fall off the ship for different reasons.
“Nothing like it,” he agrees weakly.
