“Listen, Netta, you mine and you’ll always be mine,” he told her convincingly, letting her know that the thought wasn’t open for debate.
Netta believed that Tone was the man for her, one hundred percent.
“I hear you,” she answered.
Tone smiled at the thought of finally having sex with Netta. He was getting so much sex from other women that he could afford to be patient. He knew eventually it would happen because she was an attractive woman and he was an attractive man. They would be in close quarters for the next five days, so sex of some sort was virtually a given. He just wanted their union to be spontaneous. He didn’t want to put her in a position where she felt like she owed him.
It was midday the next afternoon and the couple checked out of their hotel and took a taxicab to the port to board the gigantic luxury liner cruise ship. Seamlessly, Tone and Netta blended in with the countless other couples, families and vacationers that were setting sail for warm, exotic and romantic destinations.
“Close ya eyes,” Tone said as they arrived at their suite’s door.
“Why? I wanna see,” she playfully commented. With one hand covering Netta’s eyes and the other unlocking the door, they slowly entered the room.
“Walla,” he pronounced, as if he were doing a magic trick.
Netta opened her eyes at the precise moment to see that they were staying in a luxurious hotel on water. The suite was plush with too many amenities to even name. Netta walked around the suite in amazement. The more she saw, the more she liked the suite. She walked out on the balcony and imagined the breathtaking seaside view they would have once the cruise ship departed.
She wanted nothing more than the comfort, rest and relaxation that this suite provided. She envisioned having sex with Tone in every inch of this room. This was a place Netta could definitely get used to. And she hadn’t even seen what other activities lay in store for them on the ship.
“Tone, I must admit, you really rolled out the red carpet for me,” Netta praised him.
“It’s only right, Netta,” he replied. “You deserve nuttin’ but the best. Especially after all you’ve been through.”
The fact that he put his own personal enjoyment behind hers wasn’t lost on Netta.
“Keep it up Tone, and I’ma fall head over heals in love with you and you not gonna be able to get rid of me, yo,” Netta assured him, turning to give him a hug and kiss.
“Well, I’ma hold you to that,” he promised. Their first day at sea was pretty much non eventful. They ate and then wandered around the ship, trying to get a full account of all the entertainment and activities they would get involved with in the upcoming days. At Netta’s suggestion, they went back to their suite and sat out on the balcony, watching the sunset. Netta kept her gaze riveted on the horizon as the sun slowly set. The view was awe-inspiring. They had witnessed one of the wonders of nature. The thought wasn’t lost on either of them.
Soon after they headed back to the deck, sitting poolside. They dangled their feet in the pool and watched the ripple effects they created. Tone downed a few alcoholic mixed drinks while Netta drank seltzer water. Her physician’s advice stayed in her head, warning her to shun alcohol. They talked a lot about everything and at times they talked about nothing at all. The care and concern that they expressed for each other was impressive. However, the most important thing they did was spend time together.
Tone and Netta walked back to their suite, hand in hand, high off life. They entered the suite like two giggling kids. Netta liked the fact that he hadn’t asked or pressured her into having sex, despite the fact that they had shared the same bed for the first time the night before. The fact that he had been a gentleman, that he respected her boundaries when he could have easily been a savage, made her want him even more.
“Let’s take a shower,” Netta suddenly suggested, leading Tone to the bedroom area. She immediately disrobed and wrapped her braids in a scarf before placing a shower cap on her head. The time was now; there was no place for shoulda, coulda or woulda. Netta was going to let it all hang out tonight and give herself to him. All the effort and the control she had expended to keep from appearing easy to Tone was gone now.
By the time she did all of that, Tone had already hopped in the shower and began bathing himself. He stood underneath the water, the remnants of soapsuds remaining still high around his neck and ears. Netta admired Tone’s lean and muscular body through the steamed up glass partition of the shower.
She entered the shower and slid up right behind him. Before things got heated, Netta picked up a washcloth and some body wash and began washing up. Once she lathered up, she and Tone swapped positions in the tiny shower. Netta lathered and rinsed numerous times, until she felt fresh.
There they were, body to body in the shower as the water splashed down around them. Tone ran his tongue across her earlobe, down the nape of her neck all the way to the small of her back. Netta moaned softly in appreciation.
When Netta spun around he kissed her passionately before reaching his arms around her and grabbing two hands full of her ass. Aggressively, Tone began feeling her up. Meanwhile, Netta reached down and took hold of his penis. Gently, she stroked it until his manhood came to life. Feeling his rock hard penis in her hand, Netta dropped to her knees and began giving him head. Slowly, her head bobbed back and forth as she amazingly took the whole of Tone into her mouth.
