Letting Go!

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.

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.”