He shoved his hand in her hair, gripping the back of her head as she swallowed him whole. Her gorgeous lips slid up and down his length, not stopping until he was hard as a brick. She released him with a loud pop, then tore opened the condom packet and rolled the latex over his erection.
“That’s better,” she said as she pushed back onto the bed and spread her legs wide for him.
Griffin didn’t know if he wanted to start with his mouth or his cock, but Indina made the decision for him. She grabbed his shoulders and pulled him down on top of her. He wedged himself between her thighs, hooked his arm under her knee and placed her right leg over his shoulder. He’d learned from much experience that it was her favorite position.
Gripping his erection in his hand, he guided it inside her moist heat.
Their matching moans of pleasure bounced off the cabin’s thin walls. It didn’t matter how many times they did this, he would never get over the initial sensation of her snug body surrounding his hardness. It obliterated every other thought in his head. Once he connected with Indina in this most intimate way, it was all he could think about.
Griffin eased nearly all the way out before driving his hips forward. He braced his hands on either side of her and dipped his head, wrapping his lips around her rigid nipple and sucking gently. He knew the suction drove her wild, and right now driving her wild was at the very top of his agenda. She held his head to her breast and dug her heel into his back, her pelvis lifting to meet his thrusts.
“My God, Griffin,” she shouted.
He lifted his head and grinned. “It’s a good thing your family is on a different floor. I’m sure the entire deck just heard you.”
She burst out laughing, but it turned into another moan as he once again buried himself deep inside her wet heat. He rolled his hips, his knees digging into the hard, unfamiliar mattress.
He peered down at Indina and nearly lost his mind at the look of sheer bliss on her face.
God, he wanted to kiss her. He ached to dip his head and snag her plump bottom lip between his teeth. He wanted to thrust his tongue inside her mouth to the same rhythm he was thrusting his cock inside her body.
But that just wasn’t how they operated. She’d willingly shared her body with him, but her kiss? He had yet to fully taste it.
Griffin blocked those thoughts out of his mind and focused on what he was feeling. That’s what mattered right now. The feeling of Indina tight and wet around him. Feeling her walls caress him as he slid deep. He pumped his hips and clasped his lips over her protruding nipple again, swirling his tongue around the tight bud before nipping at it with his teeth.
Indina’s breathy mewls of pleasure drizzled down his spine, fueling the pleasure that coursed along his skin.
He was close. So damn close. Too damn close.
He wanted to make this last longer. Make her come over and over again. But that wasn’t going to happen this time.
Despite his best effort to stave off his impending orgasm, Griffin knew he was only moments from losing it. He snuck a hand between them and zeroed in on her clit, rubbing his fingers over the slippery bundle of nerves until he felt Indina’s inner walls constricting around his cock. The pressure building at the base of his spine exploded and his entire body quaked with the ferocity of the orgasm that rushed through him.
Indina’s back bowed off the bed as she came with him, her limbs trembling, her head rolling back as she screamed at the ceiling.
Griffin rolled off her and collapsed onto his back, his heart pounding in time with the thumping music coming from several decks above them. Even louder were his and Indina’s heavy pants echoing off the cabin walls.
“How can you be so damn good at that?” Indina said between breaths.
“I used to sneak peeks at my mom’s old paperback romance novels,” he answered. “Best manual a teenage boy could ask for.”
Indina looked over at him and burst out laughing, then she looked back up at the ceiling and released a satisfied sigh.
After a couple of quiet minutes passed, Griffin asked, “Now what do we do?”
“I don’t know,” she said. “This is usually when I get dressed and go home.”
Neither of them spoke as that hard truth settled in. Unless they were at work or having sex, there wasn’t much else they did together.
“This is going to be awkward, isn’t it?” Indina asked.
“Probably.” Definitely.
She looked over at him. “When I invited you along, I didn’t really think about all the time we’d have to spend together not doing what we normally do when we’re together.”
Griffin levered himself up on his elbow. “I’m okay spending all our time having sex if you’re up for it.”
She laughed again, then stopped. She sat up. “Is the boat moving?”
Griffin paused. “I think so.”
They both rose from the bed. Indina grabbed one of the robes hanging in the cabin’s closet, and went out onto the veranda.
“I’ll be out there in a minute,” Griffin said.
He went into the bathroom to get rid of the condom and clean himself off, and nearly had a panic attack at how tiny the space was. Shit. His claustrophobic side would have a helluva time getting used to this. He threw on a pair of sweatpants and T-shirt before joining Indina on the veranda.
The boat had indeed started a slow journey down the Mississippi, the buildings of downtown New Orleans already behind them.
“How cool is this,” Indina
