Love on the High Seas

by Yasmin Sullivan

  “Jeremy, don’t stop.”

  She was driving him toward climax.

  “I won’t, Safire.”

  Her body tensed and started jerking onto his in short jabs. She cried out, and as she did he felt the waves of her climax moving along his manhood. She cried out as her sex clamped onto his, riding him. She called his name as she pressed taut against him, taking in the wave of her pleasure and pushing him over the edge.

  He turned them on the bed to wrap her in his arms. He was amazed by this woman.

  Chapter 7

  Angelina woke up wrapped in Jeremy’s arms, weak from the pleasures of the previous night. She looked at her watch and closed her eyes again. They only had two more full days together—today and tomorrow. What would happen then?

  She tried to move from his arms without disturbing him, but as she pulled away from him, he shifted closer, holding her tighter. She tried again, and the same thing happened. On the third try, low, grumbling laughter came from deep in his chest.

  “Are you trying to get away?” he asked.

  “Yes, I am. And you’re wide awake.”

  “It’s early, and I like holding you.”

  “Well, I have a day.”

  He opened his eyes, “Are you going ashore?”

  “We could later, but I have a spa appointment this morning.”

  “I see. And you were trying to sneak away.”

  He chuckled, grabbing her firmly by the hips and pulling her against the length of his body. He was warm and hard, and starting to swell. She raised herself up on her elbow and kissed his shoulder. He opened his eyes again to look at her.

  “I was trying not to wake you before I got my clothes on and did something with my hair.”

  He had taken the band from her ponytail the night before. Now he took her mane in his fist and pulled her down toward him. He kissed her neck.

  “Your hair is beautiful loose. You look amazing.”

  She didn’t buy it but was grateful that he said so.

  “Since you’re up,” she said, “how about breakfast? Or do you want to get some more sleep?”

  “No, I’m fine for sleep. You want to shower together?”

  “Okay, but at my place.” But then, she wasn’t sure she wanted him to be able to examine her naked body under glaring white lights. “Or I can just head home and come back in a little bit. Why don’t I do that?”

  He gathered that she was chickening out and chuckled again, toppling her onto her back and pulling the covers down her body.

  “Hey, no fair.”

  She slid down the bed to stay under the covers, and he laughed. She finally got hold of the bedspread and wrapped it around her body as she stood.

  “You don’t have anything to feel shy about. You’re beautiful.”

  Jeremy patted the bed for her to come back, but the devilish glint in his eyes warned Angelina away.

  “No, I’m going home to get dressed before you start anything.”

  She slipped on her shorts and T-shirt and balled up Safire’s bikini. She picked up her pool bag and glanced over her shoulder.

  “I’ll call you in a little while, when I’m ready.”

  “I’ll be there before you’re done.”

  She left him on the bed, half covered and looking sexy as all get-out.

  Angelina made it to her stateroom in a disheveled state and started setting things in order. It didn’t take her long to rinse out the swimsuit, shower, change, and pick up odds and ends from around the room. She was actually ready when Jeremy knocked.

  During breakfast, they made plans for the day. Then he walked her to the spa and left her with a kiss.

  She’d never had a spa treatment before. Safire had pre-ordered the basic package, no doubt because of the cost of everything else. She was to have a whirlpool spa and a massage, followed by her face, hair, feet and nails.

  In the whirlpool, she tried to figure out what to do about all of the work she wasn’t getting done and what to do with their last two days. She knew that she wouldn’t get much finished, so the issue was damage control—figuring out what had to be completed immediately when she got home, what could be done later.

  What if she was still seeing Jeremy when she got back? She didn’t know how to calculate that into the equation of things or even if it would be an issue. Secretly, she hoped it would be.

  She had never had a massage before. At first it was scary being naked, but after she was put at ease, it was wonderful. She wished they were Jeremy’s hands on her, though, and the thought of him sent a shiver up her spine.

  Though it had been such a short time, she had gotten used to having him around, used to planning her days with him, used to having him underfoot as she tramped about. She was getting attached, and with their time together coming to an end, she didn’t know what to do about that except to wait and see.

  When she was done at the spa, she felt like a queen, all done up. She decided to get dressed up to match her new hair and nails and face. She also knew she was doing it to get a reaction out of Jeremy, but she didn’t care.

  A couple of her own conservative skirts were still clean. She had one more of her sister’s dresses left, but it was the most revealing of them all. It was a one-shoulder, sleeveless dress in a beautiful orange brocade material, and it barely passed the tops of her thighs. She also had a sheer burnt-sienna cover-up that she could put with it. They didn’t quite match, but she decided to try them on.

  The sheer shirt was longer than the dress itself, so she added a belt. It wasn’t bad with the cover-up, and she added her strappy gold sandals to show off her pedicure. It made her feel sexy. There must be a bit of Safire in her, after all.

  She and Jeremy had decided to skip the tour of Grand Turk and hang out on the ship. When she was done dressing, she called to check in at home. Then she called Jeremy, who was ready to meet her, and they decided on a place.

  When she approached him in the Butterfly Lounge, he stood up, and his mouth gaped.

  “You look gorgeous.”

  She smiled and kissed him, grateful for his reaction.

  “Thank you. I’ve been pampered like a princess.”

  “You look like one.”

  “You look good, too.”

  And he did. He had on a casual suit and a pinstripe shirt. The blazer showed off his wide shoulders, and the slacks could barely contain his dense thighs and full rear. His features were clean and chiseled, set off by those warm brown eyes. He smiled at her compliment and nodded.

  “Well, where are we off to?” he asked.

  “Let’s have a snack first. I’m a little hungry. What do they have here?”

  They split a sandwich and shared a virgin strawberry daiquiri. Then he took her hand and they strolled about the decks for a while. After that they hit the shopping district. There were so many shops that they didn’t know which ones to go into. They stopped in the candy store, several clothing stores, the toy store, the book store and a variety of other places along the strip.

  She loved the way he put his arm around her, and she loved when he put his hand on her back or held her hand as they went along. She was growing to love his touch. In fact, her feelings for him were becoming stronger all the time. In one of the clothing stores, it occurred to her that she could tell him her real name now. They had shared just about everything else.

  “Jeremy?”

  “Yes, love.”

  “My name—”

  “What can I do for you today?” a sales clerk interrupted them.

  “We were just looking,” Jeremy replied, “but do you have any polo shirts?”

  “Oh, yes. Come this way.”

  Jeremy put a hand on her back, letting her go in front of him.

  “You were sayin
g? Your name?”

  With other people about, Angelina didn’t feel comfortable pursuing the confession. She could still get in a great deal of trouble—the kind she didn’t want to think about.

  She kissed him on the cheek and smiled at him.

  “It can wait until we get home. Let’s look for your shirts.”

  They didn’t do much actual shopping, but she got some more postcards and a handheld game, and he got a T-shirt, some polo shirts that she helped him to pick out and a couple of mystery books.

  They went to an early concert—a large cast of actors doing Broadway classics—and then they went to a formal dining room because he said he wanted to show her off while she was all done up. She laughed at the suggestion and twirled around so that he could see her. Then she laughed again—at herself—for being so bold. She could only be this way with Jeremy.

  The tables in the Pearls of the Sea Restaurant seated ten, so they ordered surf-and-turf and spent dinner chatting with the other guests about the cruise, politics and their time at sea.

  At her door, she put her arms around Jeremy’s neck, pressed her body to his and kissed him.

  “If you keep doing that,” he said, “we’ll have to change our plans for the evening.”

  She stepped back, smiling. “Are you sure you want to do this? You could be hanging out with your friends.”

  He held up his shopping bags. “Nope, I’m ready.”

  Since she needed to get some work done, they had decided to get in some reading. He pulled out one of his new mystery books, and she opened the textbook for one of her classes to do a reading schedule. They bunked out on the balcony in lounge chairs and settled down to their tasks.

  Angelina was worried about trying to get work done with Jeremy around. He was on vacation, after all. But she would rather be distracted by his presence than not have it. It actually worked for a while.

  After a couple of hours, however, she was the one who did the distracting.

  She got up to get another book and turn on the light, but before doing either of those things, she was drawn to his chair.

  He was a quarter of the way through his novel, but the light was beginning to dim. She sat on the edge of his lounge chair, facing him, and took the book from his hands, laying it open on the table next to the chair.

  “Do you mind?” she asked.

  “No.”

  He had a gleam in his eye that let her know he wanted whatever came next.

  She leaned forward and pressed her lips to his, savoring the thick, soft curves of his mouth.

  She had never really taken the lead. She could only imagine what people she knew might think if they saw her parading around in Safire’s clothes and trying, as she was now, to entice this man. But she was happy to be having fun with Jeremy and being so unlike herself, having a life so unlike her life.

  She wasn’t sure what to do, but she ran her hands over his broad shoulders and down his hard chest and rippled abdomen. She scooted closer to him, close enough to press her chest against his and rub it back and forth, teasing herself and, she hoped, teasing him.

  “I love what you’re doing,” he said. “You’re so beautiful.”

  His words gave her the courage to continue, and she let the hand that had been caressing his chest move down over his belly again and then flutter over the front of his pants. He murmured and his thighs tensed, and she continued searching over his center until she found what she was looking for.

  She ran her hand along his member until he writhed and brought one of his hands over hers to apply more pressure.

  She claimed his lips again, pulling his hands to her breasts and then returning hers to his body. She felt her nipples harden under his fingers and heard a low groan in his throat. She moved her mouth from his lips to his ear and felt his manhood leap beneath her fingers.

  “What are you doing to me?” he asked.

  “I wanted to turn you on,” she said with her lips moving over his ear.

  He laughed. “You’ve succeeded wonderfully.”

  Angelina couldn’t help smiling. He must have felt it because he ravaged her breasts with his fingers, making her moan.

  She took his hands away and opened his shirt, dipping down to capture one of his nipples in her mouth while still toying with the front of his pants. He groaned and bucked against her fingers and mouth.

  Being in control made her feel sexy. Heat and moisture were flooding her center, and her womanhood was beginning to throb.

  She stood for a moment and then straddled Jeremy’s thighs, bringing herself over the thick ridge in his pants where she could feel it against her sex. She took off her belt and pulled her sheer cover-up over her head before bending forward to find his lips.

  She started to rock, moaning into his mouth as the sensation of oscillating over his manhood filled her body with desire. Her chest heaved in his palms, and her hips tossed roughly. His buttocks clenched, raising him against her, and she almost lost control, sighing against his lips.

  She got up suddenly and took his hand, drawing him inside.

  He removed a condom from his wallet, and she took it from him and sat on the edge of her bed. She tugged at his pants and he removed them, along with his shorts and shoes and socks. His shirt hung open at his shoulders. She pulled on his sleeves and it slid to the floor.

  She liked being the one who still had her clothes on for a change. And though she was hesitant about what she was going to do, the thrill of having control over his pleasure in this way—in a way she hadn’t ever had before, hadn’t ever done—overpowered any reluctance.

  Angelina opened the package and took out the slippery disc, and as she rolled it down his member, she bent her head to follow its path. Jeremy moaned when her warm lips touched him. His thighs tensed as she lowered her head, and he thrust forward gently, bringing his hands to her shoulders. She continued until he sucked in his breath and pulled away from her.

  She sat up, her hands coming together in front of her chest. Had she done something wrong?

  He must have seen the question in her eyes.

  “It was perfect, Safire, too perfect.”

  She wanted to correct him about her name. She’d forgotten until now. But now didn’t seem the time. Maybe it should wait until they were back on land.

  She stood and was swept into his arms, into his kiss.

  When they broke apart, she turned around and lifted her hair so that he could unzip her dress, then she guided him onto the bed and stopped to remove the garment and her shoes and underwear.

  When Angelina turned to the bed, Jeremy’s eyes were upon her, glazed over with lust.

  She climbed onto the bed and threw her leg over him, straddling him again, but this time there was nothing to separate them except his thin sheath. She moved over him and felt a tingle run through her center and into her body.

  “I love the feel of you this way,” she said.

  “So do I,” he answered. “I can’t wait for more.”

  He leaned up on one of his elbows and took one of her breasts into his mouth. She cried out with pleasure and ground against the length of him. They were in the darkness this time, and the darkness seemed to act as a shield, spurring Angelina onward.

  She touched his manhood and brought it against her, running herself along it. Jeremy fell back against the pillow groaning and thrust upward toward her. She raised herself and lowered herself onto him, swirling her hips until he moaned again. She loved having the control.

  She lowered her torso to rake her breasts across his chest and to savor his lips with her own. Then she sat up and braced her hands on his chest. He cupped both of her breasts in one of his palms and began to tease her nipples. Without thinking, she tilted her hips and oscillated along his sex. He groaned again.

  “You’re amazin
g,” he said.

  With that brief reassurance, she started to move along his body, consuming them both with fire. His fingers were still teasing her breasts, and he filled her completely. When he added the pressure of his other hand over her sex as she moved along him, she found herself coursing toward the edge, spurred on by the sensations running through her body.

  Before long, her sex clamped onto his and waves of muscular spasms shattered through her. She cried out just as he moaned, his body tensing beneath hers and then starting to shake.

  She collapsed on top of him, trying to catch her breath, and hid her face in the crook of his neck. He rubbed her hair, breathing heavily.

  “Did I tell you that you’re amazing?” he asked and tickled her sides.

  She laughed and rolled next to him but not out of reach. He kissed her smile and tugged her into his arms.

  “Just so you know,” he said, “the night isn’t over yet.”

  Chapter 8

  Jeremy stood under the shower’s spray and stretched. The warm water eased the tension in his neck and shoulders from swimming.

  It was their last day on the ship, and they would be at sea all day. There were any number of things to do, but mainly, Jeremy wanted to have the time with Safire, and he knew she felt the same way. After breakfast, they went to one of the pools for their last chance to swim onboard.

  They had gone back to their rooms to shower and dress for the afternoon. It was the first time they’d been apart all day. He sure was going to miss this woman—as early as tomorrow. But that wouldn’t last long. They were having breakfast in the morning to exchange information before disembarking. She had no idea how soon he’d be showing up at her door.

  He chuckled to himself and stepped out of the spray. He dressed and then called Alistair to see what time they were on for dinner and where. It was the last night, so they had all decided to go out together after the meal. Safire and Verniece were included in the group. Meanwhile, he wasn’t sure what they’d be doing for the afternoon.

  He needn’t have worried. When he got to her cabin door, she greeted him in a blue calf-length eyelet skirt with a matching shirt that went over a white tank top. She had on her one-inch sandals with the wooden heels and had her purse over her shoulder ready to head down the hall, but he suddenly had other ideas.