Mr. Big Love (Mr. Big 2)

Chapter One

Alexa

Durban, South Africa

The ocean was calm, the sun warm in a clear blue sky.

Luke was furling the main sail, wearing only a pair of swim trunks, his chest bare. His body was tanned and firm, his muscles well-defined. I watched him from where I lay on the deck, shading my eyes from the sun. I was in a bikini since it was so hot that time of year. We were anchored off the coast, having arrived in South Africa after we'd been traveling for six months.

Luke caught me watching him and smiled to himself.

"Like the view?"

I smiled back. "Very much."

He finished his job and then jumped off the edge of The Phoenix, diving into the clear blue waters to cool off. When he climbed back onto the deck, he stood in front of me, the water dripping off his body. He smiled.

"I might just have to wipe that smile off your face. I could think of a few ways to do it."

"You could, could you?"

"Yeah..."

Then, he picked me up and before I could react, he threw me off The Phoenix. I did my best to dive somewhat gracefully, but failed spectacularly, my butt hitting the water with a definite slap.

When I surfaced, I treaded water and watched him on the deck, rolling up some rope, a grin on his face.

I swam to the side of the catamaran and extended my hand, asking for help up instead of taking the ladder. He bent down to help, and I was able to jerk him off-balance, and he had to either let go or dive back in the water.

Dive back in he did, and then he splashed me, before coming over and taking me into his arms. We treaded water together, our arms around each other. The water was shallow and relatively warm so close to the coast.

"Happy?" he asked and pushed a strand of my wet hair back off my cheek.

"Very."

I was happy. Deliriously so.

We swam to the ladder and both got out then we lay on the deck and took in some sun.

We'd been traveling for eight months, leaving from Manhattan down the east coast of the US to the islands of the Caribbean, through the Panama Canal and down to the Galapagos. From there, we'd sailed to French Polynesia, where Luke proposed, giving me a beautiful black pearl engagement ring surrounded by diamonds. We stayed in port for a while, soaking up the beautiful scenery, and once we felt an itch to travel, we left for New Zealand, where we stayed for a couple of weeks, anchoring in a quiet bay that was like paradise. Because Luke was such a huge Lord of the Rings fan, we did the whole visit to Hobbiton fan thing, and then spent time hiking and exploring the land. The people were friendly and the landscape beautiful. I could have happily moved there, I loved it so much.

From New Zealand we went to Australia, where we stayed for a few more weeks. There was so much to do, see and explore and we didn't want to miss anything, so we did it all, making Australia one of the main focuses of our trip around the world. We ended up going north to Papua New Guinea and Indonesia, visiting Jakarta for good measure. We had initially considered taking the North Indian Ocean route, but due to reports of piracy, we decided to take the southern route instead for safety. It meant a passage across the middle of the Indian Ocean instead of staying close to the coast of India and then through the Arabian Sea. It was still amazing, and by the time we arrived at Madagascar, I was ready for a few days in port and a short tour of the island. There we found the most amazing landscapes including tall Baobab trees, red soil, amazing rock formations and beautiful forests.

The next leg of our journey was the southern passage around South Africa, and it was at that point that we anchored near Durban for a few days.

Luke reached over and took my hand, raising it to his lips, kissing my knuckles. We laid on the deck of the cat and watched the sun rising over the horizon. The weather was perfect, the sun red against the clear blue sky, the water calm.

"It's paradise," I said, sighing happily.

"It is. I'm so glad you're here with me."

"I'm so glad I decided to come. I'll be sad when this is over, and we have to return to real life."

"What?" Luke said and turned me around in his arms. "This is real life. It's not an average life, but it's as real as it gets. Tell me that squall we hit the other day with huge waves wasn't real life."

I smiled and rolled onto my side, one arm around his waist. "It was real, that's for sure. I really thought my life was going to end."

He grinned and kissed me. "There was never much danger. The cat is really seaworthy. It can take a beating. The first Polynesians sailed across the ocean in catamarans so they're really safe."

I closed my eyes and laid my head against his shoulder, enjoying the sounds of the water lapping against the hull beneath us. We were taking a short break from sailing, staying in port and spending time in the city, soaking up the local culture. Andy and Ted left for America, and Greg, Luke's sailing friend from college, had joined us for the rest of the journey and we were relishing being alone for a few days after he went into Durban to stay with a friend. We had a couple of nights alone waiting for John to fly in. John's mother had finished her chemo, and so he wanted to be on the cat for the final leg of our round the world journey. John and Greg would crew with us the rest of the way home.

We were finally alone and, of course, my mind went right to sex.

Luke stood up and grabbed my hand, pulling me over to the door to our cabin, a smile on his face. He led me back to the bed and pushed me back on the mattress, his gaze fixed on me. As I lay back, he leaned over me.

"We don’t have to be quiet," he said, his face inches from mine, his voice low and husky. “Finally.”

He pulled off my t-shirt and then tore at my bikini top, removing it before burying his face between my breasts.

"I thought we’d never be alone again," he breathed, taking my nipple in his mouth and sucking. I arched my back with pleasure, my hands shaking with sudden desire.

He removed my bottoms and when I was completely naked, he lay on top of me, grabbing my hands and holding them over my head.

"I'm going to fuck you, hard and fast."

That sent a shock of desire through my body.

He unbuckled his shorts, unzipped the zipper and, without removing them, he pulled out his erection. He leaned over me, pressing the head against my clit before running his hard length between the lips of my sex. He held my hands in o

ne of his, his mouth almost touching mine, and he stared into my eyes. I was barely able to breathe, my pulse rapid, desire coursing through me.

Then he kissed me. The kiss went on and on, and my body responded to his weight on top of me, his cock pressing against my clit. When he broke the kiss, he entered me, sliding inside of me to the hilt. He exhaled in pleasure, his eyes closing.

No condom.

I was going to say something, but I didn’t, not wanting to break the mood. In my mind, I was furiously counting days, and concluded I was safe.

"You’re so nice and wet," he whispered. He reached down, spreading the lips of my sex, feeling the hard nub of my clit with his fingers. I gasped at the feel of his fingers on my clit. "Nice and hard."

“I’ve been deprived,” I said with a grin, my eyes closed.

He took one foot in each hand and placed them on his shoulders. Then, he began to thrust inside me, his hands pulling my hips toward him with each thrust. His gaze moved over my body hungrily and I realized that he’d been deprived of me while Greg and John had been with us. While we had made love several times, it was at night in the dark with no sounds, so we wouldn’t be heard.

He leaned down further to squeeze each nipple briefly. I closed my eyes.

"Keep your eyes open," he said. "I like it when you watch me fuck you."

I opened my eyes and watched, meeting each of his thrusts with my own, squeezing my muscles to increase the pleasure. When his pace quickened, an incredible wave of pleasure started deep inside of me, making my muscles contract and my body arched in orgasm. I groaned with pleasure, my eyes closing as my body spasmed.

His climax began, his face red, his entire body straining with each thrust as he ejaculated.

Then he collapsed on top of me, panting, his mouth beside my ear.