Four Nights at Sea
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“Because you get to come, repeatedly, over the Atlantic Ocean. You’re doing beautifully, baby.” In the first-class lavatory, Ford cupped her behind and angled her hips so he stroked her swollen clit as he thrust into her. Much like the woman who had taken a bus from New York to board a kink cruise in Miami searching for romance, his Charlie’s curiosity spurred her spirit. “This distraction works well for me.”
He held her higher, suckling on her pink tips and loving the way she rolled her hips to take him deeper. His climax built and his legs quivered with need for release, so he leaned against the cold metal of the sink and let his woman take control and ride him hard.
Ford loved the way she let herself go, took her pleasure, and soared in the freedom she’d once envied. Freedom she now found with him. He gave that to her. His woman. His angel.
Throwing back her head, Charlie moaned loud. “Hold me, Ford. Hold me.”
He tangled his fingers in her hair and guided her head up, sealing her mouth with his and swallowing her moans as she tightened around him and lost herself in orgasm. He followed, holding her tight in his arms, as they both became official members of the mile-high club.
“Perfect, Charlie,” he said, moving his mouth over hers and feeling the throb between her legs as her eyes cleared and she slowly resurfaced.
He lowered her sandaled feet to the floor and straightened her skirt. Reluctantly, he fit her full breasts into her top and did up each button to the middle of her chest. He turned her to look at the mirror, and admired the snug fit of the white cotton shirt across her chest.
“You’re smoking hot, baby. All flushed and pink and beautifully mine.” Ford intertwined their fingers and lifted her hand in the air. The diamond sparkled in the light. “You joined the club with my ring on your finger.”
“With you, I would do anything,” she said, as she watched him in the mirror.
“You can, chère. Anything.” He skimmed over the swell of her breasts. “You go first. I’ll follow.”
“Together,” she said, bringing their joined hands to her lips and kissing his knuckles. “It’s you and me. Together.”
Charlie slid the lock and opened the door. “Good thing the passengers in first class are offered sleep masks,” she whispered, stepping out and walking down the aisle, holding his hand at the small of her back. She reached the fifth row, and moved to the window seat.
Ford reclined in his seat, held his arm up for her to scoot over, and pulled her against his chest. “I love you, chère.”
“I love you, Ford.”
His woman rested in his arms, her airplane nerves a thing of the past. She smiled up at him. “I truly have it all.”
“Me, too,” Charlie breathed, snuggling close against him and placing a soft kiss on his bicep. “Me, too.”
About the Author
Demi Alex writes steamy romances, blending emotional fulfillments of the heart and carnal desires in her work. Born in Athens, Greece, and raised in her own version of a big fat Greek life in New York, Demi was infected with book and travel bugs early, and currently admits the only therapy for this condition is to combine the two in fictional stories that allow her characters to let loose and experience all they crave. She attended SUNY at Stony Brook, and after changing her major numerous times, graduated with a degree in Public Policy and International Studies. Her characters are loosely based on people she encounters while she travels or during the time she spends matching homes to owners as a Realtor. She simply has a passion for matchmaking that can’t be put to rest. Readers can visit her online at www.demialex.com, on Facebook, and on Twitter @DemiAlex2U.
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