One More Time

We watched as Ana disappeared into the crowd of our peers before Chanel turned to me. The two of us finished our breakfast and headed to where the rock climbing was supposed to be, but nothing was set up. We walked around the back deck looking for any staff or workers who could direct us to where we were supposed to go.

But there was no one to be found.

“The schedule said it was on the open deck toward the back of the ship,” Chanel said.

“I didn’t look at it, so I wouldn’t know,” I said.

“I mean, where else could there be rock climbing?” she asked.

“Is it possible it’s indoors? Maybe at the dance club or something?” I asked.

“I don’t know. I guess we could go check it out, but the rock climbing was only supposed to be for an hour or so. By the time we check even a fourth of the ship, it’ll be done anyway.”

“Want me to go find someone?” I asked.

But when Chanel didn’t answer me, I turned around. She was gazing out toward the ocean, her hair blowing in the wind. The horizon was receding from our view, constantly changing as we parted the waters of the ocean. Chanel was standing tall and strong in a red and blue dress. Her calves held up her wonderful frame as the sun draped over her bare shoulders.

I might have been her little secret but seeing her like this made it all worth it.

I walked up behind her and took a chance. I slid my arms around her waist, settling my chin on top of her head. I expected her to push me away, especially since we were on an open deck. But there was no one around, and I could feel her melting into me.

Her hands wrapped around mine, threading our fingers together. She pulled me closer to her back as she nuzzled underneath my chin. Her body began to sway, and I kept time with her, moving to whatever song she was humming. I pressed a small kiss into the top of her head, and she moved in my arms, turning herself around as her eyes rose to meet mine.

Everything fell into the background as I approached her, our faces growing closer until our lips connected.

It was soft. Smooth. A slow burn that crept up my back and pushed me deeper into her body. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her to me, my tongue swiping over her lips for entrance. She opened them willingly to me as our bodies sank to the deck floor, her legs straddling me as our tongues battled for dominance.

We rolled around on the floor in the shadow of the cruise ship. My cock pressed against my pants. I ran my hands over her body, grazing her thighs with my fingertips. She was panting as her lips swelled under my attack, and I knew then I had to have her.

I had to feel her wrapped around my cock.

“Would you like to come back to my room?” I asked.

Chanel reared up from me, her hands planted onto my chest. I watched her dazzling eyes search mine as her pussy radiated a sweltering heat against my pelvis. I ran my hands up her legs, making her shiver on top of me as her eyes fluttered closed.

“Yeah,” Chanel said breathlessly. “I would enjoy that.”

We made our way back to my room and barreled through the door. Thank fuck Tommy wasn’t there, because the thought didn’t even cross my mind. The door closed with a thud, and I pressed her back against it, sliding to my knees. She slid her dress off her body as I spread her legs wide, her pussy glistening for me, begging me to taste it.

I pinned her hips to the door as I dove into her depths, causing her to shake with delight.

Her hands wrapped into my hair as my tongue found her clit. I flicked it and sucked it, relishing how her juices dripped onto my skin. Her knees were growing weak as I tossed her legs over my shoulders, holding up her body weight while I ate my fill of her. Her moans and gasps were filling the room, and soon, she was begging me for more.

“So close. Please. Lick harder. Lick harder. Let me come. Please let me come.”

I pressed my tongue into her body, and she unraveled for me. I looked up and watched the pleasure cascade over her face. Her lips were puckered, and her chest was heaving. Her neck was tinted with a flush I wanted to kiss. Her juices dripped down my neck, and her thighs clenched my cheeks. It was the most beautiful sight I had ever beheld.

But I wasn’t done with her yet.

I picked her up from the door, my face buried in her pussy as my hands grasped her ass. She held onto my head, a startled giggle falling from her lips. I crashed her onto my bed and ripped my clothes off, my dripping cock springing free for her to see.

She settled back on my bed and parted her legs for me, her throbbing pussy begging for my cock.

I dipped in between her legs and grabbed my length. I ran it up and down her slit, marveling at how her arousal looked on my skin. My eyes traveled over her supple curves, taking in the light brown of her glorious nipples and the silky softness of her toned stomach.

“Should I get us a condom?” I asked.

“I’ve been on the pill for years,” Chanel said. “Take me, Rhett.”