My girth was throbbing against my pants as her hands made quick work of my belt. Soon, my pants were being shoved down my legs. I pulled her dress up to her waist, exposing her panties that were glistening wet for me. My thickness was bobbing in the air, the head dripping as I slipped her panties to the side.
Abby jumped and locked her legs around me as I pinned her to the wall. Then I looked up into her eyes and kissed her lips fondly.
“Are you sure?” I asked.
I watched the clouded haze of lust lift behind her eyes before her hand settled onto my cheek.
“I’ve missed you, Colin,” she said.
Effortlessly, I slipped into her heat. She was so tight around me, I knew I wouldn’t last long. She clung to my suit coat, her face buried in my neck. She pressed kiss after kiss onto my skin, my hands planted against the wall of the bathroom. My pants were around my ankles and my cock was sticking through my boxers. Her warmth was fluttering around me as she nibbled on my skin.
“Abby. I’m not gonna last—I’m—we should—”
“Go, Colin. Let me feel you,” she said.
My girth was growing against her walls as her nails raked along my back. I peppered her face with kisses, feeling my body reach its own end. I was desperate for her. Desperate to feel any sort of closeness with her after the space that had grown between us. Her curves were calling to me and her legs were pulling me closer. Her moans were vibrating my skin and her lips were swelling underneath our passionate kisses.
Her throat swallowed my groans as I spilled into her, my hips stuttering as I pushed deeper and deeper into her body.
We panted, breathing each other’s air as our juices trickled from her body. I held her close, reluctant to release her as I breathed in her perfume. It had been days since I’d felt her like this. Days since I’d kissed her lips like this. I wanted to carry her out of the restaurant, take her home, and give her what I knew she deserved from me.
But instead, I set her down on her feet and handed her some paper towels so she could clean herself up.
She looked up at me, a healthy blush filling her cheeks. She giggled as she slid her panties up her body, like an embarrassed school girl. I tucked my cock back in and we quickly put ourselves together. Then I took her hand and we ventured back out to our table.
Our wine glasses had been prepared and the bottle left for our enjoyment.
We sat down and drank our wine leisurely, taking our time before ordering our food. The conversation flowed easily between us, like old lovers passing in the night again. We picked at our food and cracked jokes about the people around us. The stuffy and the aristocratic. The famous and the infamous. I watched her eyes twinkle all night with the flame of the candle on our table, and I didn’t think twice when I slid my foot against hers and let it rest there.
The night was perfect, and for the first time in days I felt that everything was going to be all right.
Chapter 12
Abby
I had spent the weekend getting ready for this cruise, then spent last night with Colin. Conversation continued to flow easily between us, and I found myself learning more and more about the man I was engaged to. He told me stories of his first Caribbean cruise. How he got so drunk he almost tossed himself off the side of the ship. I told him I was going to be keeping an eye on him after hearing that story, and he told me I could keep an eye on whatever part of him I wanted.
Being around him again was really nice.
Far too early Monday morning I woke up, too excited for my own good. I padded around the penthouse and triple-checked my bags several times before we finally set off for the port. I was nervous about being with Colin on the cruise, but I was excited for the cruise itself. Things were still strained between the two of us and I could tell he was still mentally thinking through his every move and going out of his way to tell me stories about himself.
While I loved the effort he was putting in, I knew I wasn’t reciprocating the way he probably wished.
We rode to the port and grabbed our things. Colin was insistent that he carry my luggage, but I told him I could handle it. Just that one little thing caused a storm behind his eyes, and my own feelings to surge. Everything seemed to be a battle between us. Between what I was capable of doing and what he wanted to do for me. I knew he felt it was chivalrous thing to do—to carry my luggage for me—but I didn’t care about him doing shit like that, especially when he was already laden with his own.
I just wanted him to be with me.
The moment I stepped onto the cruise ship, my mind turned to my surroundings. The ship was huge and absolutely beautiful. The high-vaulted ceiling of the main floor was painted in all these beautiful colors. Bright carpets directed people all along the ship. There were showrooms and dining rooms, piano bars and even karaoke bars. There were open decks with hot tubs, pools with slides, and D.J.’s spinning music. There was an entire level dedicated to spa treatments and a workout area.
That area I would be avoiding completely.
