Mara Fox - Letting Go!

Emma shivered. “That feels so wonderful.”

He suckled her again and with the other hand he plucked her distended nipple.

She arched her back. He was just firm enough, his mouth and fingers sending ripples through her. Her heart rate soared. She wanted him to take her to the bunk. “Andres.”

Then there was a knock on the door.

Andres smiled at her. “Did you order drinks for us, querida?”

She just nodded. She didn’t know how much more stimulation she could handle. She just wanted him to ravish her with his cock. Now!

“I’ll answer the door. I don’t want anyone else to see you. You’re so beautiful and I want it to be just for me.”

He sounded so possessive.

It’s just lover talk, not a proposal.

“Okay. I’ll just slip behind here.”

He went to the door. Emma pulled the robe closer and stepped behind the bathroom door. She tried to figure out a good place to suggest they have the drinks. Would he really lay her down and use the milkshake on her? She shivered at the thought. Sweets during sex. Only a bold, sexy woman would do something like that—the woman she intended to become, here in his arms.

He shut the door and then walked past her to put the drinks down on the little nightstand by her bunk. “Come to me, chulita.”

On weak knees she wobbled the few steps to his arms. He enfolded her. “I wish you were a passenger on the ship,” she whispered in his ear.

He leaned down and kissed her gently. “So do I, sweetheart.”

“I like it better when you call me chulita. It reminds me that I’m with a sexy foreign man.”

He reached down and took something out of one of the drinks. He offered it to her. It was a piece of pineapple dipped in chocolate. “Here, chula.”

She took a little bite and he kissed her, sliding his tongue into her mouth to taste the treat, at the same time running his hands down her body over the silky robe.

“Um, you taste so good.”

“Mmm.” She had to agree. They tasted so good together. She tugged on the hem of his shirt and then ran her fingers up over his belly and to his wide chest. “I want to feel you. Please take this off.”

He gave her one last kiss and then stripped off his shirt. His tanned, muscled chest looked incredibly good. He had almost no chest hair, just a little trail below his belly button that disappeared into his waistband. She rubbed his erection through his shorts. He was so hard.

“The shorts, now, take off your shorts.”

“Shh, the milkshake will melt.”

“What are you going to do with it?”

He went past her into the bathroom and came out with a fluffy white towel. “You better put this under you, amorsito.”

She could feel her eyes widen. This might get embarrassing. What the heck was she doing with a total stranger in a stateroom with a milkshake?

But she didn’t want to stop. Besides the apprehension in her middle, there was an insistent ache elsewhere that made her want to draw closer.

His grin told her that he’d caught her uncertainty.

“We’ll do the hard-core fantasy stuff some other time, after I’ve tied you up and carried you off the ship and made you a prisoner on my island.”

“That sounds good,” Emma choked out.

“Come here, chula.” He beckoned. “This is going to feel good, I promise.”

Still, she hesitated when everything in her urged her to rush to his arms.

“All I want to do is taste this drink on your perfect skin. Please, Emma. Trust me.” He reached for the tie on her robe. “May I take off your robe?”

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