“I’ll talk to him about it later. Let’s eat, I’m starving.” Not really. She could eat, but at least she could delay the coming conversation. She had no idea how to address it.
Paris and Malik were sharing a suite and she had a small room next to theirs. For the sake of her children, she couldn’t ask him to share a room. But she didn’t want to ask him to pay for a room either, it seemed a little rude.
Her daughter apparently knew that her mom asked for a stay of execution and granted it with a pursed lip combined with a nod of her head.
After dinner, they all had popsicles for dessert based off of a recipe she found online and a game of Scrabble.
She watched her children walk upstairs on their own and Juniper knew that their quickly executed exit showed just how much they wanted her to rope Spencer into coming with them.
Juniper could only ask. The answer was up to him. “Um, would you like to go on vacation with us?”
He looked at her closely as if he wondered at his welcome. “Do you want me to come with you? If you don’t, I understand why.”
Juniper appreciated this man more with every passing day. “I do. I just didn’t want to ask you to pay for a separate room and I can’t ask you to stay with me.”
Spencer chuckled. “I know. And I have no problem getting a room for myself.”
“I didn’t know if you could take the time off.”
“I work for myself, so that’s no problem. I do have a couple of appointments this week, but since the ship leaves in the afternoon, I can bump them up to early Monday morning and catch a flight down. Can you pick me up from the airport?” Juniper nodded and snuggled into his embrace.
The rest of their date was spent booking his room and flight.
Juniper had already half packed herself and the children were finishing that up that very evening. Tomorrow night she had a date with Spencer, but the morning would be spent cleaning. There was nothing worse than arriving back from a trip to a dirty house.
She had a few plants that needed to have the glass bulbs refilled with water and some clothes to wash before bed.
Spencer gave her a smoldering kiss just before he left. Juniper took a breath when his lips disengaged from hers. “See you tomorrow night.”
“Okay.” He turned the lock and closed the door behind him.
When Juniper turned around, Paris stood at the base of the stairs. “So is he coming?”
“Yes, we booked a suite for him just a few minutes ago.”
“You already have a room, mom. Why make him pay for another one?” If Paris didn’t already get it, that was how she and Malik ended up in the world in the first place.
“Paris, you know I am not going to share a room on vacation. Especially with a man I’m not married to. And what do you know about sharing rooms?” Juniper wanted to rub her temples and make the fifteen year old headache roll back five years or so.
“Uh, mom, I’m almost fifteen. I know what sex is.” The young woman blushed brightly and grinned. “Sweet! Malik!”
Her son called from upstairs. “Yeah?”
“Spencer’s coming!”
“Cool!”
“Mom, I already loaded my stuff in the wash. Do you want me to put anything in for you?”
“Nah, I’ve got this.”
“Night!”
“Night.” Juniper hugged her daughter and kissed the top of her head before she patted her daughters behind. “Now go ahead and finish up, we have to clean tomorrow morning.”
“Okay.” Paris sounded less than thrilled about cleaning, but the girl had to be used to it after nearly ten years of the same thing every summer.
Monday afternoon, Juniper and her brood were on a beautiful cruise liner named Princess II and headed for a week long jaunt across one of the seven seas. Spencer had checked in with them, but his room was down the hallway and she left him to get settled in.
Paris tossed clothes onto her bed. “Mom, can I go to the pool?”
“Yes, but we have to go over the rules first.”
Paris had a surly expression on her face. “We do this every year.”
“Yes, we do and more than likely I’ll be giving the same rules to my grandchildren in twenty years too. What are the rules?”
Malik shrugged at his sister. “Number one, carry the walkie talkie at all times and use channels six and eight only. Check in once an hour by five after.”
“Number two, stay with your buddy no matter what.” Paris grumbled. “Number three, follow all safety rules posted or given verbally by the attendants. Four, if you separate from your buddy, go to the prearranged meeting point and wait for them to get there.”
Malik piped in when Paris took a breath. “Five, if your buddy doesn’t show in seven minutes alert authorities and mom. Six, no drugs and no alcohol even if it’s legal in our vacation location.”
Paris jumped in where Malik left off. “Seven, be safe and use common sense.”
“And eight, have fun.” Juniper clapped. “Good job. Now you can go to the pool. Our meeting location is the trinket shop on deck three.” Juniper pointed to the small star where they were and moved her finger to show the location of the shop.
As the two bolted for the door before they were given more rules, Juniper called out. “And don’t forget dinner is at seven forty five!”
Juniper walked back to her room. She had driven most of the night to get here and she was exhausted. But as she opened the door, Spencer stepped into the hall. She waved and he responded in like fashion and jogged down the hall to greet her.
“Hey.”
“Hi, Spencer.”
When he was beside her, she noticed the wet cowlicks of red hair and knew he had been able to get the shower she desperately needed after twelve hours trapped in a car.
“Did you get unpacked yet?”
“Not really. The kids were ready to go swimming, so I had to review a few things first.” There was no clarification as Juniper had no intentions on revealing just how overprotective she could be when it came to her children.
Spencer laughed. “Ah, Paris did say something about the infamous vacation rules. Do I get a walkie talkie too?”
Juniper laughed at the idea of trying to corral this particular man with the rules she made for her children. “I do have a spare one if you would like it.”
“Would you laugh if I told you I always dreamed of using one?”
“Yeah, I would.”
“Laugh all you want then, woman.”
Juniper couldn’t help it and she gave in to the urge.
“I need a shower.” Juniper chuckled, but she grabbed the suitcase to pick out something to put on afterwards.
“I’ve got it. Go take a shower and I’ll be right here when you finish with everything you’ll need.”
Juniper danced away, desperate to clean her travel worn body. “Oo-kay.”
When she emerged from the steam filled room, Juniper saw Spencer with a bottle of lotion and nothing else. She looked left and right, but the promised clothes were nowhere to be found.
“You promised me something to wear.”
“No, I didn’t. I said I would have what you need.” Juniper’s chest hitched.
“Well, where is it then?” She went along with his game.
They hadn’t explored one another yet, nor had they indulged in the comfort of yabyum again. Maybe today he would give her what she had been waiting for.
Spencer stood up and she noticed that a dress rested on the chair back just behind him. There were earrings, shoes and underwear. Even a belt.
And she thought he was going to seduce her. But apparently she was wrong and it took everything she had within her not to complain about her expectations.
Heck, she was the one who had insisted on separate rooms for this trip.
So she tamped the disappointment down, deep as she could and smiled. “Thanks.”
“Don’t make that face. You don’t like what I picked out?”
“No
, it’s great. If I didn’t like it, I would have left it at home.”
But Juniper looked away from him back to the garments that he had chosen. And then did a double take. What she had assumed to be a belt was actually a strip of condoms in a gold wrapper.
Her first thought was a mental high five at what the golden wrappers meant, that he would be long and thick.
Sex. Sex with Spencer. Right now. And later too.
The second was a bit more serious.
He loves me. He’s in love with me.
And the next thought was that they couldn’t possibly use the entire strip this trip. Although, she had no problem giving it the good ole college try.
Juniper’s eyes dropped to the front of his pants and wished for x-ray vision the way children wished for bikes on Christmas.
“They’ll fit.”
Yet again, he read her mind.
Spencer took the towel from Juniper, just whipped the covering away from her in the blink of an eye. And she let him without an attempt to even hide herself.
There was no point. After she had let him into the deepest and most hidden parts of herself, her dreams, her fears, her hang-ups, sobbed for everything she had lost and gained in life, it seemed to be moot to hide behind faux modesty and the fear of stretch marks in the daylight.
He spread the towel on the bed and pressed her onto the damp cotton.
She watched him squirt an extremely generous amount of lotion onto one palm and rubbed the goo between his hands.
His touch wasn’t sexual, but more matter of fact as he slathered her from toes to hips. Then he smoothed the thickly laid lotion into her skin until she gleamed.
Then the ritual was repeated with her torso and arms, until she was lubricated with the lavender scented unguent over most of her body. It was enough to make her wish for another limb that he could rub his hands across. There were only two places that he had conveniently forgotten to lotion, her breasts and sex. And sadly enough those were the two places that seemed to cry for attention.
Spencer’s hands were soft, yet strong as they had kneaded patiently. He didn’t ever seem to grow tired of touching her and his unhurried pace told her he could do this all day if she desired it.
Another day perhaps. She had waited too long for this to dally any farther.
Juniper took the initiative and rose up on one arm from her prone placement to kiss Spencer sweetly. He leaned closer and closer still, until she had no choice but to lie back down again. Only this time he was above her and not beside her.
Even though he was in the power position, Juniper was the one in control. She hurriedly shucked his shirt, rubbed her feet over his ankles to push the simple deck shoes into the floor with duplicate thuds on the soft carpet. His pants were the next thing on the agenda but would require his help as she didn’t have the leverage to dispose of them. The best she was able to do was to pry the placket open and push the fabric to bottom of his hips.
But he must have felt some of the impatience she had as she watched him breathe roughly before he shimmied them off altogether.
“Put a condom on me, Juniper.”
She blindly reached out and snatched the end on the strip to draw it towards her. One of the corners caught on the bedding and scraped the sheets with a harsh sound. He looked at her as she tore one free and ripped the packet wide open.
The condom comically flipped in the air and Spencer thrust out one hand, caught it before the latex hit the mattress.
“Here.”
Juniper took it from him, slightly embarrassed at how badly she wanted this.
But she peered down at Spencer’s member, it looked plenty long enough that she didn’t see any issues with the fit. He reared backwards and allowed her to cap the head of him with the rubber sheath. However when she was halfway home, Juniper knew she was going to have a problem. He was so thick, spreading the condom over the girth felt like a feat.
Between the two of them, Spencer’s hands over hers, they coaxed the thin prophylactic over his meaty erection. Juniper scooted down the bed and rubbed the juicy cock over her damp folds. It was delightful to feel another person touch her secret places.
She tried to position him for entry, but Spencer stopped her.
“Wait.”
“No.” She was going to throw a temper tantrum if he didn’t throw her some of that.
“I need you to be ready Juniper.” He tested her with two fingers.
The digits delved into her folds, first the outer, then rasped over the delicate inner ones. Juniper rotated her hips to attempt a deeper foray, but he wouldn’t allow it.
“Please Spencer, I want it.”
“I know you do. Just let me take care of you first.”
He rubbed his free thumb over her clit, the fat nub sprang to life as it emerged from the protective skin. Juniper gasped and rocked faster, her hips moved of their own volition and not hers.
Juniper couldn’t contain how splendid she felt. “Oh! It’s so-oo good.”
Spencer groaned and thrust the two fingers he’d skimmed over her folds into the heart of her wet heat. She felt his exploration as he twisted the two digits together into one, then stroke upwards with the conjoined pair. The pressure began as a gentle tickle but grew firmer with every passing moment. He stopped the strange strokes, and then only pushed against her upper walls. His thumb mashed onto her clit and the two pressures created a pinching sensation.
It was uncomfortable when she realized what he did to her, after all at the heart she was a nurse, and she knew what he sought, even if she had never experienced it. Yet the discomfort only heightened the pleasure.
“That’s it, breathe into it, Juniper. You want to come don’t you?”
He loomed over her, his gaze rapt and she knew not even the smallest twitch on her part went unnoticed.
“Ye-sss,” she hissed, “please.” Juniper nodded with the verbal consent as if the duplicate agreement would make him move faster.
Spencer lowered himself until their noses met and kissed her. Just once, but enough that she chased his lips when he moved away. Juniper clenched her hands, filled with sheets and male shoulder. She was close. Oh, so close.
When she knew she had no choice but to go broke or go home, the point of no return, Spencer smiled. “I want you to push the orgasm out for me. Can you try?”
“How?” Juniper huffed into the air.
“Just bear down on my fingers and push, like you have to pee.”
“No way.” Ughh. She wanted no part of a golden shower, even as the giver.
“It’s not what you think. I promise you’ll love it.”
The oddity of the request was enough to bring her back from the brink and she could breathe freely again.
Spencer chuckled wickedly. “You’re not getting away that easily. Until you do as I say, I won’t give you what you really want.”
Where had this man come from? Spencer was normally so…
Mild mannered?
Polite?
Gentle?
Calm?
None of the descriptions truly encompassed him, even as they all did. But one thing she knew was that the man in bed with her was more aggressive than the Spencer she was accustomed to.
And she liked it.
Juniper had just decided to concede to his request. But it was too late. He lowered his head and captured the left nipple between his lips. He went for the gusto and slurped the pouty slope hungrily.
Yes…
Her back arched and pressed her mound into his hand as an offering for more delights. When the first spasm began, Juniper felt a jet of fluid erupt from her sex.
And thus she experienced her first orgasm at the hands of another person.
But it certainly would not be the last.
Spencer lifted his head from her throbbing nipple, licked his lips and she watched him rub her ejillulate over his sheathed erection.
Juniper had given him what he wanted.
Now it was her turn.
She grabbed his hips and jerked him on top of her.
Or rather, she impatiently grappled with Spencer in an attempt to throw him off balance and he let her.
“Give it to me, or else…” Juniper trailed off, she had no idea what she would do to him. Only that it would be dire and delicious.
Chapter 8: A Feast of Flesh
“Or else?” Spencer prodded with the open ended inquiry.
Juniper knew her ultimatum didn’t hold water, she had nothing to back it up with.
But she still said, “I’ll take it.”
And part of her was dead serious.
He laughed, but complied with her demands with a sleek thrust against her that gained her the head of his member.
She had forgotten how good the initial penetration felt. It used to be her all-time favorite part of sex. But Spencer reminded her with his gentle foray. Juniper bent her knees and arched upwards. Spencer matched her movement with one of his own.
It went that way for long moments, as each of them took a turn. Back and forth, a single inch at a time, over and over again until he was fully seated inside of her.
When the hair at their groins met, Juniper gasped and Spencer grunted in unison.
“How’s that? Better?” He asked her.
She shook her head. “More.”
“God above, you’re starving.” The way he said it made her even wetter, hotter.
Juniper licked her lips and nodded. “Maybe.”
“Yes, you are. And I love it.” Juniper’s heart skipped a beat when he said love. It seemed as if he wasn’t just referring to the banked needs that he’d set aflame.
Spencer grabbed her legs and propped them onto one shoulder. The new angle blew a bellows onto the roaring sexual fire. His hips rocked into hers back and forth again, the cadence slow but relentless. Juniper couldn’t move the way she wanted to, couldn’t help him with the silken input of sex.
“I can’t move!” Damn it, she needed to.
Yet again, he understood the unspoken as if her silence was a language he was fluent in. “You don’t need to. Just take it.”
But he split her legs apart and placed them onto separate shoulders. His hands cupped her nape and the sweet cadence picked up, slightly faster than before. She placed her hands behind his neck and held on, used the sturdy structure of him as an anchor for her motions. Juniper’s eyes drifted closed.
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