Jinx's Fantasy (Goddess Isles 5.2)

It was the only way to travel from here on out.

No fucking way would I get on a plane again. I didn’t care if it took me a month to get to a board meeting in the USA. By sailing there, I could take everything that was important to me and keep everyone safe at the same time.

“I think you’ve enjoyed this sailing lark too, Sully.” Eleanor strolled toward the loungers, sitting elegantly on the end. Her short skirt rose up her toned thighs, making me hard. “It’s been great fun.”

Last night, we entered her fantasy again. We’d shed human boringness and became scaled and finned. I’d finally shown her the other cave I’d designed, the one full of caverns and anemones along with trinkets and treasures, inspired from the Disney rendition of The Little Mermaid. Unlike that mermaid’s innocent collection of forks and candlesticks, this collection housed phallic items that I’d happily used on Eleanor until she’d screamed and shattered as I filled her in every hole she had.

Shit.

My desire for her sprang hot, and my hardening cock thickened into concrete.

If I was expected to be polite and talk to people—shudder—I needed a little stress relief first.

As I moved toward her, Pika and Skittles chose that annoying moment to appear from the interior. They fluttered and chirped with morning glee, spreading their wings and welcoming the new sun to glitter on emerald, white, and apricot feathers.

“Don’t move,” I commanded, pointing a finger at Eleanor. Whistling, I barked, “Pika, Skittles, follow me.”

The two darting caiques obeyed, squabbling mid-air, performing aerial stunts as I reached the cabana where bar snacks and cocktails were made and opened the industrial-sized fridge.

Wrenching out a platter of fresh fruit, I grabbed a covered bowl from the cupboard that held seeds and nuts especially designed for parrots who travelled at sea and didn’t have access to usual facets of their diets.

Skittles landed gently on my shoulder, hopping down my arm as I placed their breakfast on the bar. Pika dive-bombed the nuts, scattering a handful and throwing a sunflower seed in my direction with a toss of his beak. “You’re a pest.” I bent and kissed his fluffy head before stalking back to my wife, parrot free.

Lucky for her, she’d obeyed and hadn’t moved.

Unlucky for her, her prim little outfit was about to get mauled.

I couldn’t take her exactly as I wanted—entirely naked with her bent over the railing as we sailed into Tahiti—thanks to the prying eyes of staff, but I could thrust secretly inside as the rest of the dawn turned into a new day.

Grabbing a huge teal and white pool towel, I sat on the lounger, scooted to the back, undid my belt, button, and fly, and crooked my finger at Eleanor. “Come here.”

She raised an eyebrow. “What for?”

I pulled my jeans and underwear down, revealing how fucking hard I was. “Sit on this.”

Her eyes gleamed with sudden lust. “You know...that’s just shot me back to the first day I met you.”

“How so?”

Gracefully, she stood and kicked off her strappy heels. Hooking her fingers into her underwear beneath her skirt, she performed a strip-tease as she removed any obstruction and threw them in my direction. “You fed me elixir.”

“I did.” I grabbed my cock, pulling the towel over me so staff couldn’t see. “Your point?”

“You got me so hot and wet.” She strolled toward me, raising her leg and flashing me her pussy before straddling me over the lounger. She rubbed herself against my length, making both of us convulse. Bending over me, she nipped my ear, whispering, “You commanded I sit on your two fingers. I didn’t know you. I hated you. Yet seeing two of your fingers spear up and ready for me to use...damn.” She stood on her knees as I angled up my erection and draped the towel around her, hiding both of us.

“That first touch of being inside you almost broke my mind.” I grunted as the wet heat of her pussy encased the top of my throbbing cock.

“I would’ve given anything for you to fuck me that day,” she moaned.

I thrust up, shoving my hardness into her softness.

She bit her lip, her eyes snapping closed and hands latching onto my shoulders.

“I knew if I did, I’d be screwed for the rest of my life.” I rocked up, ensuring every inch of me possessed her. “You broke me, even then.”

“I’ll happily break you for the rest of your life, Sully Sinclair.” Her eyes flared wide as I cupped her hips beneath the towel and made her ride me.

“And I’ll happily fuck you every time you ask, Eleanor Jinx Sinclair.”

With another moan, she dropped her head and kissed me.

We forgot where we were as our bodies moved and pleasure built like a volcano.

We went quick. Fast and fierce before the rest of the ship woke up.