“That was too good,” I said, grinning.
“Do you want dessert?” Colin asked.
“Nope. But I wish I could have some more of that quail,” I said.
“Then get one.”
“What?” I asked.
“It’s an all-inclusive cruise. If you want another quail dish, just order one,” he said.
“I can’t do that. Can I?” I asked.
“That’s the wonderful thing about a cruise,” he said, grinning. “You can do anything you want.”
“Except throw yourself over the edge while drunk,” I said.
“You could actually do that, but it’s not recommended.”
“No. Definitely not,” I said, grinning.
“How about this? If you want another quail dinner but you don’t think you can eat it all, I’ll split it with you.”
“I couldn’t really order another one, could I? I mean—that would make me look—”
“Don’t even complete that statement,” he said, sternly. “You’re anything but. This cruise is for both of us to relax, sleep, and get to know each other. You do whatever it is you want to do. Let me learn about you, Abby. Don’t hold yourself back.”
I felt my breath catch in my throat as our waiter appeared back at our side.
“Have we decided on dessert?” he asked.
Colin looked at me with eager eyes as I smiled at him.
“No dessert, but I would love another one of those quail dishes,” I said.
“Coming right up.”
Chapter 13
Colin
We didn’t even get the door to our room closed before Abby was all over me. She was ripping at my suit, tugging at the buttons on the front. I got her zipper stuck trying to get it down her back, eventually just pulling the dress off over her head. We kicked our shoes off, leaving trails of shoes and clothes on the path to the bed as we fell into it.
Her lips were all over me. I could taste the quail and wine she’d had for dinner. Her nails raked against my skin as she rushed down my body, her lips wrapping quickly around my cock. She was eager for me, sucking me all the way to the back of her throat as my cock leaked for her. I could feel her hollowing out her cheeks as my back arched from the bed, my hand tangling in her hair. I wanted to spill down her throat. To make my arousal her dessert as she moaned around my girth.
But that wasn’t where I wanted to be tonight.
That wasn’t where I wanted to take her tonight.
I pulled her from my cock and sat her on my lap. Her warmth was dripping onto me, soaking my skin as she slid her hips down my thickness. We both groaned together, our bodies trembling at the feeling of each other. I had a great deal to make up for. I’d taken her Friday without a care in the world as to her pleasure, and I was about to pay her back in all the ways she wanted.
“Colin. Oh, shit yes.”
She pressed her hands into my chest and swirled her hips. I could feel her anxious clit brushing against my skin. I thrusted shallowly into her body, grinding my trimmed curls against her throbbing center. Her hands dug into me, leaving marks behind that I knew would eventually be bruises.
But I didn’t care. She was using my body for her own pleasure and I was more than okay with that.
I gripped her hips as her body began to shake. Her legs pulled taut against my hips and her movements soon ceased. I could feel her warmth collapsing around me, pulling me deeper into her body as she whimpered and panted.
The sweat from her climax was shimmering upon her brow as I slid us off the bed.
I guided her over to the windows that overlooked the sea. I pulled myself from her and turned her around, pointing to the moon as she gasped in awe. It was big and strong, hanging low over the ocean and guiding our ship’s way.
My lips nibbled on her shoulder as my cock ended up back in her body.
“Oh Colin,” she said with a whisper. “Oh, yes.”
“You’re incredible, Abby,” I said into her skin. “And I love you so much.”
I began thrusting slowly into her, pressing her body into the cool glass. I ran my hand up her sides, cupping her breasts as she pushed back into me. Her hands were planted on the glass as the heat between our bodies fogged up her outline. I couldn’t keep my lips off her as I thrust into her body, feeling her ass jiggle with every movement I made.
Her hand snaked back into my hair, grasping it tightly as I tweaked her nipples. I began pounding into her, shoving her into the glass as she groaned and shook. She was trying to push back at me. Trying to give me any sort of effort she could.
But all I did was plant my hands onto her hips and hold her close to me.
I slipped a hand around her body and found her swollen clit. She gasped and moaned as my girth reduced her to a sweating, panting mess. She jolted and wiggled, the pleasure too much as she planted her cheek on the window. She was trying to get my name out. Trying to cry out in pleasure as her walls fluttered around my thickness.
The only thing she could get out, however, were whimpers and grunts.
“Cum for me Abby,” I said. “Let me feel all of you.”
My hips were beginning to stutter, my legs jumping as my body began to surge with fire. She fit me like a glove. She massaged me in ways no other woman ever had and her skin was as soft as silk underneath my fingertips. I raced a hand up her back
