Mara Fox - Letting Go!

She nodded.

He grinned and then gave her breasts one last pat before untangling himself from her side.

Emma felt as though she was floating while she waited to see if he’d come back. Everything seemed distant and just a little unreal. The thought of him meeting her at her room had her almost dizzy with delight. This was the adventure of a lifetime.

Her watch timer interrupted her musings and she looked around one last time to make sure Andres wasn’t coming before she boarded the ship. The man who took her ship’s identification gave her a warm smile. “Miss, the captain’s reception has just begun if you’d like to attend.” He handed her back her identification.

“Thank you. But I’m a little tired. I think I’ll just go back to my room.”

“As you wish.” He was cute, probably Italian. There seemed to be a lot of Italian men among the crew.

“Thank you.” Emma smiled to herself.

He grinned back flirtatiously.

Her feet barely touched the ground as she headed to her cabin.

Emma avoided the beautiful, sculpted center staircase with its lighted banister winding like a Christmas ribbon up and down the ship levels. It would be packed with people in sparkling gowns and tuxedos on their way to and from the reception. Normally she wouldn’t have missed such an exciting experience, but she had a very hot date. She took the elevator without a shred of remorse.

Usually, Emma handled anything mechanical with ease, but tonight her hands trembled, so she had trouble sliding the key card for her room into the door slot. Her flesh tingled and her heart fluttered.

She got into the room and then paused as the door sealed shut behind her. What to do now? She remembered Andres’s promise to sip the drink off her flesh, and her nipples hardened into knots. Emma grabbed the room-service menu off the desk. She ran her finger down the drink selections and found a Mocha Meltdown, the description almost fitting the drink she’d just had in the bar on the beach.

She picked up the phone and ordered two of them in a voice that quavered; they probably thought she was already tipsy, but what the hell. She put the phone down and sank onto her bunk. How would the cold concoction feel on her flesh, and where exactly did Andres plan to put it?

She shivered.

Then she jumped up and headed for the bathroom. She didn’t have time for a shower but she could sponge down a bit. Leaving the door cracked open, she took a washcloth and ran it under warm water. Then she pulled her shirt over her head. Her breasts felt so full and perky. They seemed to swell when she ran the cloth over them. She sucked in her breath as her sensitive flesh responded, her knotted nipples aching.

After unfastening her skirt and pulling it down to let it fall to the ground, she put the washcloth between her legs to cool the heated flesh. Her knees felt unsteady as she thought of him thrusting into her.

After the milkshake.

Did she dare suggest such a thing or would she even have to?

Naked and freshened she went to Tina’s suitcase and borrowed a flirty little silk robe in a hibiscus print. Back in the bathroom she put on some eye shadow and mascara. He wouldn’t be able to stay long because the boat sailed right after the reception, sometime around midnight. Emma figured she wouldn’t have time to get raccoon eyes. She shook out her hair and brushed it, enjoying the way her newly straightened locks swung around her head.

I look pretty, she thought. I have that glow. Anyone seeing me would know what I’ve been up to. And I want more of it. She smiled at the wanton in the mirror.

And she was going to enjoy every minute of it.

She put the hairbrush down, beginning to worry that Andres hadn’t made it on board after all when she remembered the condoms. Better put them under the pillow. Wouldn’t want to have to stop in the middle of things. She giggled, feeling like a crazy woman.

Tina had brought a huge variety of condoms. She’d even bought some that glowed in the dark. Emma held one of the packages thinking it was a shame that she didn’t have the guts to suggest a glow-in-the-dark condom. Instead she took out three of the gold ones, ribbed, and put them under her pillow.

Then she went back and got two more.

A knock on the door startled her and she jumped up and ran to answer it.

Andres stood in the hallway looking incredibly proud of himself. His grin went straight to her guts.

“You did it!” She pulled him into the room by his arm. “I was getting worried. Especially since it dawned on me that the chef would surely be showing off his expertise tonight for the captain’s reception. How did you get in?”

“I saw another guy I know from the ship. These guys come onto the island all the time. Anyway, uh, Santos, he let me come aboard.”

Emma didn’t know what to do with herself so she sort of leaned against the edge of the desk, which was bolted to the wall. “Oh, I guess they must get shore leave or something. I just thought they worked during the cruise.”

“The ships come to the island for supplies between cruises. Maybe that’s when they come by the bar.” He took the few steps separating them in the cabin, which suddenly seemed small and intimate. “Do you want to discuss the shore leave of the ship’s staff right now, when we only have a couple of hours?”

She shook her head.

He put his finger on her thigh and ran it up under the edge of the silk robe. “This is gorgeous on you.”

She shivered at his touch. “Thank you.”

His finger climbed higher on her thigh.

Emma scooted back onto the desk.

He pressed closer until his hand cupped her between the legs. He rubbed her gently, back and forth.

Immediately Emma could feel her brain turn to mush. Andres was right. It didn’t matter how he’d gotten on the ship. She wanted, needed him to finish what he’d started on the beach.

“You’re so responsive. I love the way those baby blues go all hazy when I touch you here. I can tell when that brain stops clicking and you go all soft and womanly on me. Your intelligence is a turn-on, but I love it when you let me turn on this part of you.” He found the perfect spot with one of those clever fingers and pressed deeply.

“Oh.” She parted her lips to let the soft sound emerge and he leaned down to kiss her. His lips were perfectly shaped and soft. He tasted her and then pulled away to nibble her bottom lip.

“Do you like this, sweetheart?”

She wanted him to call her chula or chulita or any of the Spanish love words that made him so exotic but all she could do was kiss him avidly. The pressure on her clitoris had all her attention. The sweet insanity of his touch made her long for more.

Reaching out, she ran her hand down the front of his shorts.

He rocked his finger back and forth. Emma rocked back and forth.

Her lips parted inviting his tongue, and he thrust into her mouth. At the same moment she cried out. As she came in his arms, he held her closely.

When she gathered all the brain cells he’d scattered with his lovemaking, she realized she had just come perched on the edge of a desk. Emma tried desperately to think if she’d ever been this easy to seduce.

“You are so orgasmic. I love to watch you, sweetheart.”

Orgasmic? Was he kidding? “I guess you know how to touch me. It must be your Latin blood.”

“Well, yes…chula. It’s probably my Latin blood.”

She gestured weakly towards the bed. “That bunk is mine,” she said a bit awkwardly. “I’ve got some condoms under my pillow.”

Andres immediately put her at ease. “Let’s just focus on your pleasure right now,” he told her. “I want those eyes fuzzy with desire.” He bent down and took her nipple into his mouth through the thin silk robe. In a moment there was a wet spot over her aching breast. He moved back and blew gently on the spot.