by Desiree Holt
Evan stroked himself as his eyes feasted on every inch of her voluptuous body, feeling the thick shaft jump in his hand and swell even more. His mouth already watered for the dusky nipples topping the cream-colored skin of her breasts. For the tender skin behind her ears, her knees, in the crook of her elbows. For the sweet, sweet nectar of her pussy that he intended to eat until she screamed for mercy.
Climbing up onto the bed and positioning himself between her thighs, he leaned forward and took her mouth in another greedy kiss. He licked her lips with his tongue, tracing the outline then brushing across the velvety surface. But it was the welcoming heat inside that drove him wild.
When he moved his lips from her mouth to pull one hard-tipped nipple into his mouth she moaned lightly beneath him. Sucking deeply on it, he flicked his tongue back and forth across the surface before clamping his teeth down lightly on the turgid bud. For Evan it was like tasting a ripe strawberry, sweet and plump, and he sucked it until Sonia arched beneath him, her hands lifting from her sides to claw at his shoulder. When he switched to the other nipple, her nails dug in even harder and the moans grew in sound and intensity.
Pulling her arms back to her sides, he paid careful attention to the sensitive skin at her elbows, licking the areas lightly and placing sucking kisses on them. Lifting each leg one at a time, he gave the same treatment to the tender flesh behind her knees. The growing scent of her musk filled his nose and inflamed his desire. He was working hard to maintain his control and not simply roll on the condom and plunge into her sweet, tempting cunt.
By the time he reached her pussy she was panting with need and breathing little sounds of “mmm, mmm, mmm”. He peeled back the swollen pink flesh with his thumbs, as if he were opening a treasure, which indeed he was. His tongue traced the length of her slit up and down, up and down, avoiding the darkened bud of her clit until she forked her fingers through his hair and pressed his head against her.
He chuckled at her urgency, the sound vibrating through the swollen flesh of her clit. He flicked his tongue back and forth across the heated area, then drew it into his mouth, sucking it hard.
Sonia arched up to him, her cries increasing in strength, hips bucking against his mouth. He used his broad shoulders to keep her thighs spread wide and his fingers to keep her cunt open to the assault of his mouth. When he felt Sonia begin to buck harder, he released his hold on her clit and thrust his stiffened tongue into her hot, wet vagina. As he drew it in and out he could feel the first flutters of her orgasm growing, sensed the tightening of the muscles in her belly. Her fingers dug harder into his head, keeping him in place. As if he had any intention of moving at all.
He moved his thumbs to her clit and began a steady teasing rhythm as he continued to fuck her with his tongue. When her orgasm broke, she shuddered and tried to squeeze her thighs shut but he kept her in the impossibly exposed position. His tongue never stopped moving and Sonia’s hips continued to buck against him.
Lord, but she tasted sweet. Nothing he had imagined could have tasted this good on his tongue. He rode her through the climax, pressed his thumb hard on her clit and began stroking his tongue in and out of her again.
“Wait, wait,” she pleaded in a breathless voice.
“No waiting,” he chuckled. “We have to make good use of our time.”
It didn’t take long for the second orgasm to claim her. This time he slipped three fingers inside her and used his mouth on her clit until the tremors had weakened and then subsided. He wanted to probe the tight ring of her anus, so temptingly close, but he didn’t know if she was ready for that yet. Tomorrow night, for sure.
He barely gave her time to rest from the second climax before he began moving his fingers, still in the warm grip of her wet pussy, his thumb chafing her now overly sensitive clit. Sonia panted with the effort as another release built inside her, muscles tightening, skin flushed a beautiful shade of pink. She refused to release her relentless grip on his head, pushing herself against him as her body struggled to reach the peak one more time.
When her inner muscles tightened more around his fingers, he pulled them from their grip, despite her moaning protest. With an effort he pried her fingers from their grip on him. His slick fingers fumbled with the wrapping on the red condom but he finally managed to sheath himself.
Sliding his hands beneath her buttocks and lifting her to give himself better access, he drove into her with one swift, plunging stroke. His breath hissed as her tight channel sucked him in. He filled every inch of her, stretching muscles now loose from her multiple climaxes.
“I can’t,” she whispered.
“Yes,” he insisted. “You can.”
He proceeded to prove his point by thrusting in and out of her in a steady rhythm. It took very little for her body to respond, to begin the climb up the spiral again. For himself, Evan was so aroused from all the foreplay he had to grit his teeth to maintain some kind of control.
The moment he felt the spasms begin to rocket through her his entire body stiffened, his balls tightened and his own release spurted heavily into the thin latex. He rode them both through the shudders and convulsions and right to the final aftershocks. A thin sheen of perspiration covered them both, and it was hard to tell whose breathing rasped more loudly.
Evan caught himself on his forearms and rested his forehead on Sonia’s. The closer they became physically, the more he became emotionally entangled with her. How would this all end? Would she be angry when she knew the truth? Pleased? He’d taken a big chance and he prayed it would pay off.
When he’d disposed of the condom and cleaned them both with a warm cloth, he put his mask back on, climbed into bed and curled himself around her soft body.
“Pleasant dreams,” he whispered before they both fell asleep, exhausted.
Chapter Seven
Once again Evan had made sure Sonia returned to her cabin before people were up and about. She showered before climbing into her own bed for a nap. Two nights of intense, erotic activity had nearly worn her out. Evan had awakened her again before dawn, murmuring they had to use the other condom. This time he’d taken her from behind, rocking against her and drawing it out until when the orgasm hit, it was so intense she felt as if she’d fallen into a whirlpool that constantly spun her around.
The entire ambience of the cruise was seductive, creating a teasing, erotic atmosphere so the people paired together would feel at ease with each other. But how much of it was illusion and how much reality? She wondered how many of these couples would continue to see each other once they landed. Would she see Evan again? Would she even want to?
It was noon by the time she roused herself, dressed and went in search of food. It was weird, she told herself, to see all these people in cruise wear walking around in full face mask. But at the same time she appreciated the feeling of liberation. Once she walked off the ship, once the mask disappeared forever then so would the woman she’d become.
She’d miss the wild, uninhibited part of herself that she’d never known existed. The part of her that only came alive when Evan touched her.
“Oh Evan.” Sonia stopped against the rail, pressing her hands to her stomach. Everything she’d avoided thinking about slammed into her. Chase, Evan, her job, her life…everything. “What the hell am I going to do?”
Her big plan to drop sensual hints around Chase at the office felt cheap. Saying them out loud would make what she and Evan shared sound tawdry. As much as she wanted Chase to see her as a potential bed-mate, Sonia refused to cheapen her memories of the man who’d somehow managed to sneak into her heart.
The sound of squeals and squeaks made her jerk around. She looked over the railing, not sure where the sounds came from, just in time to watch a sleek gray body fly through the air before gracefully diving beneath the churning waters. Several more glossy heads bobbled up and down, uncaring of the rough waves as they played and dived through the deep blue water.
Sonia felt envious of the dolphins. They were f
ree to choose their own paths, to swim where they wanted, mate where they wanted. Was it too late to ask for a life do-over? She seriously wanted to change hers from human to dolphin.
Sonia continued to watch the playful antics of the beautiful creatures, hoping to distract herself, but her silly thought didn’t end there. What if she just stopped? Stopped everything? Stopped being afraid of saying the wrong thing or wearing the wrong clothes? Stopped being afraid to do things she really wanted to do? With her mask she had felt free to actually be the person she was without fighting an inner battle over every casual remark. She went after what she wanted. Look at the way she’d seduced Evan yesterday out in the open. Something had been set free inside her and she didn’t want to lose that part of herself ever again.
So okay, she’d go back to her real life, but there would be changes. For one thing she’d keep the clothes she’d bought for the cruise plus spice up her work outfits. Then she’d deal with Chase. Bravery would only take her so far, but she wanted to flirt and tease the man she’d been dreaming of years. If he took the bait and took her to bed Sonia would count her blessings and take it one day at a time.
If Chase didn’t see anything different about her, then she’d make sure to have Evan’s contact information handy. But was that the right thing to do? Keep Evan dangling while she tried to seduce Chase? Why did she even want to seduce a man who looked right though her when she had a man who not only saw her, but desired her.
“Too much thinking and not enough sleep,” she muttered, and pushed away from the railing. Who knew—maybe Evan would turn out to be some jerk and she could run into Chase’s arms with a clear conscience.
This was their last night together and Sonia wanted nothing to interfere with the memories she planned on building.
She left the dolphins to their play and made her way into the large sunny restaurant. Not spotting Evan in his familiar mask at first, Sonia walked to the generous buffet set out for late risers and filled her plate. A young waiter came to take her plate and ask her choice of beverages. She told him and turned to find an empty seat only to see Evan standing by a small table for two.
A stupid lovesick smile stretched across her mouth, and she gave thanks for the mask that hid her face. Just seeing the man despite his mask made her body yearn and her heart ache.
“Hello, beautiful,” he whispered in that low, hoarse, sexy voice that always sent shivers dancing up her spine. Then he pulled her into his strong arms for a kiss that, even with the barrier of their masks, dampened her panties.
By the time he released her, Sonia’s head felt light both from his talented lips and lack of air. “Hello to you too,” she said breathlessly.
A smug smile crossed his lips as he withdrew his arms and pulled out a plush chair for her. “Should I apologize?”
Restraining the urge to fan herself, Sonia smiled into his masked face. “Would you mean it?” she teased.
“Not a word,” his husky voice assured her.
“Didn’t think so.” She laughed then leaned back as the waiter placed her food and coffee on the table.
“Aren’t you eating?” she asked, staring at the empty space in front of him.
He shook his head, his dark hair sliding over one brow. Evan reached over, grasped her hand and placed a gentle kiss on her fingers. “I ate earlier. I had some things to take care of and I couldn’t sleep.”
Immediately thoughts of Evan with another woman flashed through her mind. Wasn’t she enough for him? What if she hadn’t satisfied him and he had to find someone else to ease his ache? She looked down at her breakfast, suddenly not hungry.
“Oh.” She tried to find the words to save her pride and still get her out of this uncomfortable situation. “I guess I should have asked if it was okay for me to sit here. You might have had other plans.” She started to stand, one hand clutching her coffee while the other went to grab the food she no longer wanted.
Before her butt even left the seat Evan rose, his hands halting her. “Where do you think you’re going?”
“Giving you some room to have privacy. It was awfully presumptuous of me to think you’d want to spend all our time together.” Sonia faltered at the searing heat in his eyes.
With one strong arm Evan wrenched her chair next to his so that they sat with their knees bumping. “Sonia, have I done something? Said something to make you think I’ve changed my mind about wanting to spend time with you?”
She shook her head, suddenly confused and unsure of her place in his life. Ha, what a joke. This whole trip was nothing more than a seductive illusion, so far away from her real, boring life she hardly recognized herself. “I don’t want to intrude if you have…other things to do.”
He shook his head. His lip hardened into a straight line that pinged something in the back of her brain. But when he spoke, she shook off the feeling and concentrated on his words.
“The first night we met I told you I wanted you.” He picked up her hand again and lifted it to his mouth, his words a heated whisper across her sensitive flesh. “Nothing has changed that. If I didn’t want to embarrass you, I’d bend you over this table and fuck you senseless right here in front of everyone. Every time I see you I get so hard I could pound nails with my cock. That hasn’t changed and no matter how many times I’m inside you, no matter how many times I come in your sweet tight pussy I’m always left wanting more.” His tongue traced a heated path across her knuckles that had her panties flooding. “Now, does that sound like a man eager to fuck another woman?”
She opened her mouth to answer him but Evan put two fingers over her lips.
“Shhh, I know you better than you think. You thought my inability to sleep had something to do with being horny.” He laughed before dropping his fingers, then pressed a hot kiss to her lips. “I admit I was—am—horny, but no other woman could possibly sate the need you’ve created.”
What did she say to that? “Thank you” seemed a little trite and wholly inadequate. So she sat there not sure what to say or do.
“Just promise we’ll spend the rest of our time on the ship together. If I have to live on memories alone than I’ll be damned if we cut ourselves short.”
Sonia jerked in surprise at the strength of his tone. She reached for some of her earlier confidence. “So it’s you and me until the boat docks?”
“Damn straight, woman.” He leaned over to take her mouth in a kiss full of possession, passion and need. His tongue dueled with hers, teasing and taunting in a dance filled with desire.
When he finally pulled back she fully expected him to yank her into his arms and carry her away to the closest cabin. Instead he sat back, his chest rising and falling in rapid movements.
“Fuck! It’s unbelievable what you do to me.” He pulled a folded sheet of paper out of his pocket. “Now before you try to seduce me again with your luscious body, I’ve made plans for us.”
“Plans?” she parroted, still lost in the sensual fog he created. Sonia didn’t care what his plans were so long as they included the two of them naked with Evan’s cock buried deep inside her.
“Yes, love, plans. I’ve made a list of everything there is to do aboard this vessel of sin. You tell me what looks good to you and we’ll do it.”
Her heart tripped over the word love. Could he really love her? Without knowing who she was? Then reality kicked in…hard. While this trip had shown her a different, more confident, sensual side of herself, Sonia couldn’t—wouldn’t—delude herself that this wonderful, handsome man had fallen for her in a matter of a few short days.
“What if what I want isn’t written on your list?” she teased, trying desperately to hide her inner yearnings from him.
He gave her that slow sexy smile she loved. “Well, I’d say that anticipation is half the fun. Besides, you haven’t even bothered to look at my list.”
“Okay, hand it over.” She held her hand out and Evan gave her the paper, but not before giving her palm one long slow lick that kicked her libido
back into high gear.
“Tell me what looks good and I’ll make the arrangements.” He sat back, a self-satisfied expression on his face.
Without being aware of it, Sonia picked up her fork and began to eat while she read the activities Evan had written down. Some sounded fun, others a bit too out there for her, while still others fitted perfectly into her plan to make the most of their time left together.
“Hmm.” She licked away the last drop of juice from her mango. “I think we should start with the couple’s spa treatment.”
Heat simmered in his dark eyes. “Why did I know you’d pick that one?”
“Any excuse to see you naked.” She was only half-joking. Evan naked should be listed as one of the natural wonders of the world.
“Yeah, but there will be other people around too,” he protested as he dropped his hand to her thigh.
“Your idea, hot shot.”
“Stupid me,” he said in a resigned voice.
“I’ll let you pick the next one,” she offered before quickly skimming the list again to see if there was anything she’d object to.
Nothing screamed out at her so she handed the paper back to Evan and watched as he perused it. A slow wicked smile lifted his lips.
“Oh no, whatever you’re thinking…stop,” she said without knowing what gave him that smile.
“Nope, love, you left it up to me. I’ve picked out one activity, but to show what a good sport I am I’ll leave the rest of the day’s adventures to you.”
* * * * *
And he did. By the time they’d finished their sensuous massages, chocolate erotic baking and everything else that had caught Sonia’s attention, she ached to feel Evan’s hands on her body. But the worst form of torture came from his one selection. Tantric teasing for couples.
With low lights, erotic music and cleverly placed candles a single instructor counseled them on how, where and how long to touch each other. By the time their two hours were up, Sonia’s body burned for satisfaction. Judging by the huge bulge in Evan’s pants, he needed her just as much.
