“I know,” he confirms, taking my mouth with his, pressing his chest into mine.
“This looks like . . .” I mutter, being cut off by another kiss.
“I just want to feel you against me,” he explains.
My brow furrows. “You can’t feel me with my shirt on?”
“I want your skin on mine,” he confesses into my ear. He stops moving, like he’s taking me in.
A laugh suddenly erupts inside me, not expecting his comment.
We lay kissing, holding each other for I’m not sure how long. Joe shifts to his right, reaching his other arm for his phone.
“What are you doing?” I question with panic as he grabs my phone. “How do you know my passcode?”
“It wasn’t hard to figure it out after seeing you put it in a few times,” he confesses.
“Why do you need my phone? Yours is right there,” I direct.
“I want to see what pictures you took,” he states calmly.
“What pictures? I didn’t take any pictures.” My hands grab for the phone.
Joe jerks away, easily pinning me with the weight of his body. “Yes, you did.” A devilish smile creeps onto his face, followed by a throaty laugh.
My head turns away from him as the heat in my cheeks boils from embarrassment.
“It’s okay, beautiful. I’m flattered,” he assures. ‘Their good shots.”
I don’t say anything.
“Besides, I have pictures of you,” he admits.
My eyes dart to his face. “What? What pictures?”
“Don’t worry. Those pictures are for my eyes only,” he sweetly declares.
My hands cover my face, not wanting to know and not liking how this morning is starting.
“I’ll show them to you . . . sometime, when you’re good,” he chuckles.
Joe’s words get my attention again and I’m temporarily at a loss for words. “When I’m good?” I timidly giggle.
“Yes,” he confirms, kissing me on the nose.
My head shakes in protest.
Joe pets Sadie, but doesn’t move off of me, keeping me confined and exposed at the same time. “We going for a run this morning?” he checks.
“No.”
“Why not?” he says concerned.
“I’m not going . . . with you,” I inform.
“Emma.” He tries to kiss me, but I turn my head. “Come on, beautiful.”
It takes all the focus I can muster to appear annoyed, when I’m actually not.
Joe’s mouth springs to my neck and a few seconds later, his hands are on my waist, tickling me. With enough room and time, I roll on top of Joe and return the favor. He’s able to snatch one of my wrists and locks it behind me. We shift to a seated position and Joe manages to grab my other wrist, securing them both. His left hand cups my face, holding me firmly, preventing me from getting away from a kiss. My lips surrender, opening for more. Right as the moment becomes more passionate, Joe’s left hand slides down my body and clasps my thigh, just above me knee. Our lips break when I squeal from the pressure. He leans in for another kiss, but I pull away, not trusting him. His right hand releases my arms, and our mouths converge as his warm hands move up my naked back, pulling me into him. My head rolls backward when his lips return to my neck, moving south to my breasts. With precision, Joe licks and nips each one with the most delicate of touch. Planting his face in my cleavage, he breathes me in before grunting frustration.
I lean my weight into him, forcing Joe to lay back down. My lips take his and he eagerly, but sweetly consumes them. Moving my hips back a little, I start rocking over his shaft. Joe’s hands spring to my ass, lifting me up high enough to restrict our groins from touching. He waits a few seconds before lowing me down. Once Joe’s hand slide up my back, I continue my pursuit. My lips journey to his neck and eventually inch to his chest.
“No,” Joe opposes when I move to his navel. He reaches to stop me, but he’s too late.
I render him speechless and immobile with my mouth encasing his cock.
By the start of the third thrust of my mouth over his penis, Joe protests. “Emma, no.”
Ignoring him, my mouth continues.
“Fuck, beautiful,” Joe moans when my tongue flicks across a particular spot.
With a smirk I ask, “Do you want me to stop?” I suck on the tip of his penis several times, making it hard for him to answer right away.
“Noooooo,” he whimpers, dropping his head back down.
“Good,” I say, resuming my task.
Joe’s hands bunch in my hair, keeping it away from my face while also allowing him to watch me. His cock stiffens, notifying me that he’s getting close. He pulses into my mouth each time I head back down his cock. Three more strokes and Joe’s release sprays into the back of my throat.
He lays motionless as I lick him clean. My mouth dances up his body and when it rounds his chest, Joe cups my face, diving his tongue into taste. He quickly shifts, rolling himself over me. “What about you?” he checks.
“I’m good,” I offer, not wanting to admit that I’m a little horny but still uncomfortable with the idea of him being down there.
Joe gives me a disbelieving look paired with a face that says he’s not leaving until I get something in return.
“Seriously, I’m good,” I lie.
Joe doesn’t say anything. Instead, he scoops me up and carries me to the bathroom. “Take it out,” he commands after setting me down.
“What?” I say shocked.
“Your cup,” he expresses.
“I know what you meant, but no,” I argue.
“Either you take it out or I will,” he directs.
There’s that confident, authoritative tone that riles me.
I don’t say or do anything, amazed by the moment and his words.
Joe takes a step toward me. “Take it out, or I will.”
I stand speechless.
Joe takes another step toward me, but this time I’m able to take one back.
“I’ll get it,” I announce.
Neither of us move.
He moves closer.
“I need some privacy,” I blurt nervously.
Joe studies me for a moment. He turns and places himself most of the way out the door, keeping only his right leg and arm in.
“What are you doing? Close it.”
“And let you lock me out, no way,” he contends.
Shit. He knows me too well.
“No peeking,” I direct.
Joe turns his head, facing the bedroom.
I turn on the sink, but it’s not loud enough to drown out any noises, so I turn it off and head to the shower.
“What are you doing?” Joe questions, popping his head back in.
“It’s weird knowing you can hear me,” I explain.
A smirk forms on Joe’s face.
“No peeking,” I instruct, gesturing with my finger for him to look away.
Once Joe’s head is on the other side of the door, I quickly sit on the toilet. Removing the cup, my body nervously pees once it’s out. After flushing the toilet, I rush to the sink and rinse it out.
“You done yet?”
“Don’t rush me!” I shout.
I hear a faint laugh over the sound of the shower.
Placing the cup back in it’s little bag in my toiletry case, I take a moment to catch a few deep breaths before announcing with a shaky voice, “Okay.”
Joe turns his head, inspecting me for a moment before entering. He moves slowly toward me as if trying not to scare me. “Where’s B.O.B.?”
“What?” I reply.
“Did you bring him along?”
“Y . . . yes,” I apprehensively admit.
“Get him,” Joe requests, brushing his knuckles lightly on my cheek.
“Wh . . . Why?”
Joe says nothing, but the smile on his face reveals everything.
Despite my trepidation, my body sharply turns around and gets the bag that houses
B.O.B.. I try to be as discrete about it as I can since Master P and a few others are in there too. Right as I get the bag zipped shut, I feel Joe’s hand lightly trailing down my spine. Tingles spread throughout my body, causing me to shiver. More of Joe’s body is against mine, and the warmth from his skin is comforting. Our eyes meet in the mirror before mine stay fixed on Joe as he sweeps hair off my shoulders and lowers his mouth.
Once his lips journey down to my shoulder and back up my neck to just under my ear, Joe whispers, “Ready?”
I wave my head, not sure if I am.
With a soothing smile, he takes my hand, directing me toward the shower. Before I get the chance to turn around once inside, Joe’s hands guide my hips back until our bodies are fully touching. His left hand directs my face to turn and kiss him while his right caresses each breast and nipple. Joe peels away from me, just far enough to kiss me from my shoulder all the way down to my rear. When he stands back up, one of his hands is manipulating my nub and the other gently guides me forward, placing my breasts a few inches from the tile wall. He steadies us both with his right hand, as his left continues to circle my clit. My body immediately responds, rocking back and forth with his movements, pressing my ass into his groin repeatedly.
Needing more support, my hands rest on the wall. Two seconds later, I feel Joe’s hand tugging at B.O.B.. My hand nervously grips tighter for a moment, not wanting to let go. The desire for him to enter me arises, but the idea still frightens me. My mind drifts to images of him taking me like this, from behind, causing my arousal to heighten until an orgasm floods my body.
Not letting me catch my breath, Joe has B.O.B. vibrating on my sex. Joe moves B.O.B. around, teasing me as he listens to each whimper like he’s learning which spot to hit. He uses B.O.B. to get me close, but the need of him inside me denies me of release. Joe laughs each time I groan and whine when the orgasm falters.
“Do you need more?” he sweetly checks.
Not wanting to admit that I do, I remain silent.
“Emma?” Joe coaxes. “Do you need more?”
“Yes,” I lightly breathe out.
Joe’s fingers cautiously tease the rim of my opening, and a loud gasp of pleasure reveals itself from my mouth. I find myself moaning when he takes them away.
“More?” he searches.
“Yes,” I mumble a little louder.
My left hand grabs onto Joe’s wrist to steady both his hand holding B.O.B. and myself when his fingers slink into my cave. Joe presses himself more into me, supporting us both as my body rocks, desperate to cum. I moan, frustrated at being at the constant state of release, but never achieving it.
Suddenly, the sensation of more being inside is noticed, and the muscles in my vagina clamp down around him. My hips thrust down onto Joe’s oncoming hand each time it lifts up. Barely able to breathe, my body is abruptly hit by an orgasm.
“That’s it, beautiful,” he hums into my hear as my body convulses and my voice screams its satisfaction.
“Don’t . . . stop,” I request, despite feeling my legs shake.
Joe steps in to steady himself better which causes his hand to strike a different part of my insides, eliciting another release inside me almost instantaneously. I whimper when he removes B.O.B., but even more so when he removes his hand. Joe uses his body to support me until my body stops trembling. He spins me to face him, cups my face, and immediately takes my mouth.
Joe stares at me, smiling almost like he’s gloating. I bite my lip to stifle a grin, but his joyful confidence is infectious.
My eyes fall upon his cock. “What about you?”
“Don’t worry about me,” he argues.
“You said that last time, and . . .” I begin.
“And, nothing,” he corrects, cutting me off.
“And you’ve only had one to my three,” I rationalize.
Joe shakes his head, trying to end the conversation.
My bottom lip curls under.
“Don’t pout,” he sweetly requests.
“Why? Is it working?”
Laughing, Joe says, “No. It’s not working.”
“Well, then what are we going to do?”
“About what?” he says confused.
“About your erection?” My hands reach forward, but Joe blocks it.
“Stop pouting,” Joe directs.
“No.”
He pulls me into him and kisses me. “If we’re going to run and meet my parents on time, we better go soon.”
“Shit,” I blurt.
“What?”
“I forgot they were here too,” I sheepishly confess.
“Why don’t we run later?” he suggests.
“Okay,” I confirm, wanting more time to be composed and ready to meet up with them.
“Why don’t you shower and I take Sadie out? I don’t doubt she’s dying to pee and is hungry,” he kindly offers.
“You sure?”
“Yes, beautiful,” he replies, stealing a kiss.
“Thank you.”
Joe delivers another long peek before leaving me. “Where does B.O.B. go?”
“Just leave him there on the counter, I’ll get him when I’m out,” I instruct.
Joe states moments later, “Found it.”
I cringe knowing he’s seen half the gang in the bag.
“Nice collection,” he mentions, practically scaring me when he opens the shower door.
“Thanks,” I reply.
“Take your time, we’ll be back in a few,” he mentions. Joe leans in for a kiss.
I offer my lips to his eagerly. “Thanks.”
Joe and Sadie make it back to my room just as I get the menstrual cup inside me. My heart beats a little faster at the sight of Joe. The morning shadow on his face, the way his tee shirt hugs his body and the light fragrance of sweat coming from him is positively intoxicating.
Before he leaves, Joe leans in with just his lips for a kiss. “I ordered you a little snack to tide you over until breakfast with my parents,” he mentions.
“You didn’t have to do that,” I reply.
“I know,” he says, kissing me again. “There’s clay on the table too.”
“Thanks.”
“I’m going. I’m going,” he states oddly.
“I know,” I answer.
With a sincere smile, Joe explains, “I’m talking to myself.”
“Why,” I laugh.
“Or else I won’t go,” he admits.
“Oh.”
Joe takes a deep, long breath in. “See you downstairs, beautiful.”
“See you,” I return.
Sixty Seven
With about two hours before meeting Joe’s parents, I drink my clay, finish getting dressed, pack a small bag with some extra clothes per Mrs. Covelli’s instructions that curiously left out exactly what we’re doing, catch up on work and eat the room service Joe ordered. Joe texts a few times, checking in — he claims. Around fifteen minutes before eight, Sadie and I make our way down to the hotel restaurant.
During the course of our meal, I find out that Mr. and Mrs. Covelli are early risers like Joe and myself, but they didn’t want to rush the two of us out of bed. Another odd statement from his parents that I wouldn’t expect — especially with the way they say it.
We end up taking a helicopter to the coast and Sadie fairs pretty well, thanks to Joe helping to mediate her anxiety — some of it stems from me. Apparently, Joe and his parents rented a sailboat for the late morning and into the afternoon for our first excursion day. Mrs. Covelli informs me that she and Mr. Covelli haven’t sailed for a year or two and her excitement to get back on the water is contagious.
When we arrive to the dock, my mouth gaps in astonishment. They said we were taking a sailboat, and my mind expected something of a decent size that would fit the four of us and Sadie easily, but would be handled by just Joe and his father since they both know how to sail. Instead, we’re greeted by an eight-person team that stands at attention at the top o
f a wood plank that is our ramp to board. The vessel isn’t a boat, it’s a ship. The masts for the four sails must be at least two hundred feet tall each.
Mr. Covelli escorts Mrs. Covelli first and then Joe assists me with Sadie close behind. One of the staff members ushers us to a sitting area that is on the front of the boat where refreshments wait for us. Once Mrs. Covelli, Sadie and I get seated, Joe and his father assist the team in final preparations for the vessel to embark on our trip. My eyes dart around the ship, wanting to see everything they do. The boat begins leaving the land behind and the crew, Mr. Covelli and Joe don’t hoist the sails up until we’re out in open water.
Joe takes me on a tour of the enormous contraption, pointing out more boat type things. A few words or phrases he mentions I remember from our trip to Hawaii, but the majority of it goes over my head, especially when we go below deck and my eyes fall upon the extravagant rooms. The interior living room is larger than my apartment kitchen, dining room and living room combined.
Walking up to the deck to meet up with Sadie and Joe’s parents, Joe gently tugs my arm in the opposite direction. “Over here,” he states.
“Your parents are over there?”
“I know.”
“Where are we going?” I nervously question.
“You’ll see,” Joe deviously replies.
Joe leads me inside a small upper area that has just over one hundred and eighty degrees of window view.
“Mr. Covelli,” a man standing in the center of the room says.
“Captain,” Joe replies.
“She’s all yours. Have fun,” the Captain encourages, taking one hand off the wheel and stepping aside.
I can’t help but laugh at hearing Joe being called Mr. Covelli. “You want me to watch you steer the boat?” I muse.
“Kind of,” he says with a grin. Joe takes my hand and tries to lead me closer.
My hand swats his away.
“Thank you, Captain,” Joe bids.
“You’re welcome, Mr. Covelli,” he replies. The Captain leaves without another word.
“The engines are electric,” Joe mentions, snatching my wrist and pulling me closer to him.
“What are you doing?” I question, not liking our proximity with so many windows around us.
“I want you to help me,” he reveals, guiding my hands to take over.
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