She placed a gentle hand on his head urging him to concentrate on her clit as she lifted her pelvis into his mouth. He took the center of her pleasure into his mouth and sucked. She moaned louder, longer, and arched her back. Her legs stiffened, and he could hear her voice. She was calling his name. Someday he would know every way he could pleasure her, but he couldn’t imagine knowing any more thrill than she had already given him.
He heard her yell, “Lick it.”
He flicked his tongue back and forth and she writhed beneath him. He wanted her to come until she spasmed in joy and bliss. He wanted her to see stars. He wanted more than anything to make her sob with the same ecstasy he had felt the first time.
She felt her own breasts and squeezed them, moaning. Soon she was making more and louder noises than she had before. He held the tempo using her undulating pelvis and loud moans as a guide, gratified as she began to shudder.
She yelled, “Fingers inside.” He slipped a finger into her wet vagina, but she had said fingers, plural, so he inserted another one. Somehow, he knew she wanted him to mimic the motion of ‘fucking.’ He thrust his fingers in and out of her and continued to lick. She rewarded him by bucking and screaming as he had hoped she would. She continued shuddering for what seemed like a very long time. At last, she pushed him away, and collapsed. He stole a look at her eyes, halfway hoping to see tears. No tears, but her face had turned a mottled rose and ivory. He watched her to be sure she was all right. He didn’t think he had hurt her, but she shoved at him so hard…
As she panted, she grinned and motioned him to come closer. He positioned his ear in front of her mouth to hear what she wanted to say.
“That was out of the box! You’re an incredible lover. How soon before you can fuck me?”
He became hard again, just hearing her say that she wanted him, and when she grasped his cock and stroked it, he grew and throbbed. His rubbery head was dark maroon and fully engorged.
“I love shagging you, Miklos. I can’t fill myself with you enough.”
* * *
She was still vibrating inside from her explosive orgasm, but she wanted more. She had never been a shy flower about taking sexual pleasure when a good-looking guy offered it, but this was different. She wanted him fucking her constantly.
Miklos didn’t seem to mind. He was poised above her, but then she called out. “No. A new way.” She flipped her flexible body to her hands and knees, facing away from him. Then she pointed to her ass. His black eyes narrowed and he shook his head in disapproval. She parted her legs, pointing lower, and gave him access to her cunt.
He smiled, walked forward on his knees and placed his ready cock right behind her pussy. He plunged it into her wet center and she pushed backward engulfing his shaft as deep as it would go. A huge gasp escaped from her as he filled her completely and smashed into her cervix, but she encouraged him to continue by rocking back and forth, spearing herself on his hard cock again and again. Harder. Faster.
He thrust vigorously, and she massaged her clit moaning in constant pleasure. At last, he grabbed her hips and pounded in and out of her vagina. His fingers might leave bruises from digging into her skin, but that was the last thing she wanted to worry about. She was riding this high as far as it would take her. Vicki shuddered and burst. She came so hard she couldn’t hold herself up and dropped her head on her arm. Miklos still had a hold on her hips and drove into her until she heard him cry out and felt him convulsing. She squeezed her internal pelvic muscles and felt his body stutter with supplementary spasms.
He left his cock inside her and reached around to massage her extremely sensitive clit. “Oh, God!” Her orgasm resumed in immediate overpowering clenches. She was coming so hard she thought she might die of a heart attack but would have gone willingly. Her gasps and shouts of pleasure turned into animal noises she didn’t know she could make.
“I can pleasure you all night, my love.”
She didn’t know how she could hear him over the roaring of the engines and her own raucous cries.
Her center grew white hot and she was shaken by far more orgasms then she had ever experienced before. They were rolling in one right after the other like crashing waves, then one on top of the other. At last, she cried out, “No more. I can’t take it. I’ll die.”
When he rolled off and gathered her into his arms, she couldn’t have asked for more contentment. She curled up into his hot, solid chest, and let him envelope her. She hoped they could cuddle for a few minutes before they had to get back to their cabins.
It seemed like only a moment later she felt Simone jabbing her in the ribs and yelling into her ear.
“Wake up! Hurry. No time to shower or eat. Just get your ass to work!”
* * *
Miklos and Vicki struggled into their wedding clothes and dashed for their cabins. A quick kiss at the stairway, then she ran up and he bounded down. Miklos noted the time on the clock radio as he rushed to his closet. 7:59. He would be a few minutes late, but he might be able to slip in without Gizela noticing. She spent most of her time in the spa.
A lightning fast rinse in the shower to be sure he didn’t trail any hint of embarrassing odors, and a quick change into his gym clothes over a still damp body, and he ran for the elevator. It was several floors above and he couldn’t wait, so he took the stairs two at a time and hoped to catch the elevator on its way up.
He was winded and sweating when he emerged from the stairway to the top deck, but relief washed over him. He didn’t see Gizela anywhere. Gasping, he stopped long enough to take a few deep breaths and rub the cramp in his side. Then he jogged into the gym. To his great displeasure, he discovered Gizela leaning against a treadmill in the cool room with her arms crossed.
“I knew when Vicki was late that you were probably behind it. You might try to remember, nothing is more important than your jobs,” she snapped.
“I’m sorry. I can explain.”
“You’d be wise not to. There are no acceptable excuses.” Gizela stormed out.
Miklos realized that Vicki was in trouble too. Damn it, it’s my fault, all because of my selfish lust for my conjugal rights.”
Throughout the morning, Miklos peeked through the glass partition and caught glimpses of his beloved. He had never seen her look so radiant, so relaxed, and so beautiful. There was a peaceful grace about her as she arranged her clients’ hairstyles.
Only a few hours ago, she had been giving her body to him with ferocious abandon. It wouldn’t surprise him if she were exhausted and unable to raise a comb. But her skin was all aglow and her expression seemed peaceful, happy, deeply satisfied. He hoped his loving attention was responsible for that. He couldn’t wait to meet her at lunchtime.
* * *
Vicki enjoyed her morning and her customers much more than usual. Being in the best mood of her life, despite receiving a stern look from Gizela, she laughed, joked and had fun with the world--even during the most mundane tasks. Her charming personality earned her more money in tips than ever before.
Lunchtime finally arrived and her stomach was growling. She just laughed with the customers and kept on going--even when her body protested out loud--praying the whole time Gizela wouldn’t fill in her lunch break with a customer. She did. Vicki knew it was punishment for being late that day.
Miklos appeared at the door to the spa and waved her over as she was sending one of her customers out with a smile. She gave him a quick grin, and before calling her next customer, she snuck around the corner to meet him.
“You’re starving. I brought you something,” and he produced two chewy chocolate brownies in a napkin. “I managed to sneak out long enough to grab something. They’re a little beaten up from the sprint I just took, but they’re better than nothing.”
“Oh, you’re wicked. Thank you! I’ll pay you back in bed tonight.” Vicki winked, took the brownies and sampled one. “Mmm, heaven. The best tasting brownie I’ve ever eaten. Here, you’re having one too, aren’t you?” Sh
e extended the napkin toward him.
“No, my love. I had mine. These are for you.
She heard Gizela calling her name from a distance. “Oh no. She must have realized that I was missing. She’s been watching me like a hungry dingo today!”
Vicki crammed the brownies into her mouth and chewed as fast as she could while giggling around the mashed chocolate. Miklos laughed out loud. To see his beaming smile and hear him express genuine amusement was a treat. She vowed to make him laugh more and more in the coming months and years. Swallowing what was left in her mouth, she made a loud gulping sound and dabbed at the corners of her mouth daintily. He laughed again and took her chin in his hand. Just as he kissed her, Gizela strode around the corner.
She stopped, put her hands on her hips and said, “I might have known. You are both officially warned. Miklos, if you take her away from her responsibilities once more, your warning will be written. Once more after than, and you’re fired. Vicki you have a customer. Miklos, get back to the fitness room.”
Vicki glared. Kiss my arse.
He hurried toward the gym and stopped short just before reaching it. He turned and stared at Vicki for a moment. The look on his face wasn’t what she expected. His mouth and eyes were opened wide. He looked like he was in shock.
* * *
When the workday finally ended, after superficial chitchat with their comrades during dinner in the mess and afterward in the crew bar, Miklos walked Vicki to her door. He had decided that they should turn in early and be on time for work the next day.
He tried to suppress his sadness, but it was difficult. If only they could whisper to each other in bed holding each other close until they fell asleep, and then wake in each other’s arms. It would make so many things easier--not just sex. A real conversation. Like the one he had to have with her soon. He didn’t want her smile to disappear, but he had to address those niggling concerns about the way she spoke to him. There might never be a better moment.
“Vicki, I must ask you something.”
“Of course. What is it?”
“I know that last evening, when we were intimate, you had to shout above the engines, but I hope you won’t shout at me or give me orders in bed when it isn’t necessary.”
“What? I didn’t give you orders.”
“Yes, my love. You did. You shouted, ‘Lick me,’ and you told me to stick my fingers inside you.”
Vicky’s mouth fell open. She stared at him as if he had accused her of yelling “fire” in a crowded theatre. “I did not. I may have been thinking those things, but I never said them out loud. You did those things on your own.”
“You should not lie to me, Vicki. I am your husband. I will not hurt you. All I ask is that you tell me the truth.”
She pursed her lips and began opening her door.
“It seems my bloody husband is calling me a liar--and I’m not!” Her voice rose in anger.
“Shhh, my love. Someone will hear us.”
She turned her head and glared at him. “Hear us what?”
“You were talking in an angry tone of voice. And, I wish you wouldn’t call me your ‘bloody’ husband, my love. It sounds as if you hate me.”
Vicki jumped away from him, and her eyes grew huge. “Miklos. I never called you my bloody husband. I thought it in my head. But I never said it out loud.”
He didn’t know what to think. First telling off their boss--which she wouldn’t have done and Gizela wouldn’t have stood for--and now... Didn’t she know when she was speaking? Or was he reading her mind?”
As he stared at her, he heard her voice say, “Bloody hell!” He was looking right at her lips and they hadn’t moved. This time it was Miklos who took a step back.
“I--I think we are both very tired.”
She nodded. “Too right.” She put her key card in the door, but before she opened it, she launched herself at this neck and whispered, “I don’t know what happened, but I love you and I’d never lie to you.”
He pulled her tight and sighed. “I know, and I love you too. Perhaps we should sleep well tonight and look forward to an evening of passion tomorrow.”
“What? No sex tonight? I arranged it on the sly with Simone. She said that she’d stay out late tonight. I was going to surprise you and pull you in behind me.”
He felt a knot in his abdomen--wait. It was her abdomen. I don’t think even a Romani shaman is supposed to be this sensitive to his partner.
“Patience, my love.” He pulled her out of his hug and murmured, “We have a lifetime to express and experience all the joys of our blessed union, and we will. Tonight we must sleep.”
* * *
Vicki looked at the floor and slowly nodded. She trudged inside her room and let the door slam. “No need to push off, Simone. Miklos wants to sleep, and not with me,” she pouted.
“Oh. I was all set to spend the evening in Barbara’s cabin.” Simone put her scrabble board down on the desk. “Is everything all right?”
“I don’t know. Why would Miklos say no to sex? It’s only our second married night.”
“Well, I don’t think it’s the end of the world, do you?”
Vicky dropped onto her mattress and turned the other way.
“Oh come on. You both had a bad day. You got a threatening lecture, and the bitch made you miss lunch on purpose. Miklos probably just wants to keep the two of you out of trouble. You know he loves you.”
“I know.” She turned to see Simone with her arms crossed. “He treats me wicked. Thinks of me all the time. He even brought me brownies for lunch today when I couldn’t get off to eat. Of course, he got in trouble again.” She clenched one hand into a fist. “How stupid is this? I have to sneak around to be with my own husband. If we need to talk, we have to hope for a miracle to find any privacy. And if we want to have sex we risk getting caught, oversleeping, or at the very least, the walk of shame!”
Simone took a step back and cocked her head. “Well that’s it, silly. He doesn’t want the two of you to get tossed off the ship.”
Dejected, Vicky flopped onto her back. “I wish these hellish eight months were over so we could rent a flat and sleep together. Pardon me for saying it, roomie, but sleeping with you just isn’t the same.”
Simone put her hands on her hips. “What’s the matter with you? You were so excited about this cruise. You couldn’t wait to see exotic places and meet interesting people. Remember?”
“Barely.”
“He knows how happy you were to be on this ship. You told all of us at dinner the night he came aboard. He cares about you, loves you, and he just wants to make sure you get to experience what you want. Mon Deux, I wish I could find a man like that.”
Vicki covered her eyes with one arm. “What I want is to sleep with my husband even if all we do is cuddle and fall asleep. She rolled to her side and started to sniff back tears.
“Stop that right now,” Simone ordered. “Do I have to cancel my game of Limey scrabble just because you’re feeling sorry for yourself?”
“No. I’m just bloody tired. You go ahead. I’ll feel better in the morning.”
“You’d better,” Simone said, and she stomped off.
When the door was closed, the magnitude of her life-impacting decisions hit her hard, and Vicki let the tears fall.
Eight months of sneaking around, making trades or elaborate arrangements just to make love with her own husband--and the whole time worrying about getting caught and sacked. Why did the ship have stupid rules about being married before you signed on and providing written proof before you could share a room?
Simone was right. She really hadn’t thought it out very well.
Chapter Eight
An hour later, Miklos stood outside her door hoping Vicki wasn’t asleep. They had been given an opportunity to talk, have sex, or whatever they wanted to do in private, and he had refused it. He had tried to sleep but couldn’t. Thoughts of her disappointment and the confusion left hanging when they parted kept cir
culating through his brain.
His shamanic senses realized she was lying there awake. He could feel her heart breaking. He hoped he could stop knowing her every emotion when they had settled into married life for a while. She must think he didn’t desire her, and that was so far from the truth.
If she was still awake, he’d go in and reassure her that he was just tired, not knowing if he possessed the will to leave once she was in his arms.
He knocked, and she opened the door a few inches peeking around it. She was wearing only a white nightshirt. Her red, puffy eyes confirmed what he thought. She had been crying rivers.
“May I come in?”
Vicki sniffed, then nodded.
As soon as he was inside with the door closed, he swept her into his arms. “Vicki, I didn’t mean to make you cry.”
“You don’t need to apologize. I--I shouldn’t be such a baby. You have the kindest heart of anyone I’ve ever met. Our situation is a little hard to accept, but I’ll get used to it.” She grabbed his shirt and as fear filled her, he heard her innermost thought. I just pray he doesn’t get fed up with me and leave when I’m being a brat!
He smoothed her hair back from her face and kissed the tip of her perfect little nose. He took her chin in his hand and gave her a long, tender kiss. When he let her go, her lips glistened and curled into a sad smile.
He looked into her eyes and held her gaze. “Vicki, you’re the love of my life. The one fate meant me to find. Please never doubt that. Nothing should come between us, and we must have faith that nothing will.”
She sniffed and nodded. “I guess you have more faith than I do.”
“My love, we should talk.”
“About what?”
Leading her to the chair, he sat and patted his thigh. She lowered herself onto his lap.
Holding her around her waist, he said, “There are a few things we should not put off discussing any longer.”
“Is this conversation going to upset me?”
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