Page 28 of Something Beyond Fame

“I don’t know if I’ll ever be enough for you,” I whispered. Honestly. The words caught in my throat. Then I closed the gap and kissed her.

She gave me the kiss she’d promised. Her other hand found my back, and she rubbed it. Her other hand was still on my cheek. Her lips took away my doubts, working to let me know I was enough. The sidekick kiss pressed into me, a big kiss that carried her sighs even as they plucked mine from my lips.

My eyes fell closed, and for a few seconds, I just let her kiss me. My lips were soft, lightly moving with her, letting her set the pace and take the lead. Then my hand rose, my palm gliding over her jaw to trace through her hair. I was still taking, her sighs, her kisses, everything she gave me.

And she continued to give it, not wanting our moment to end. If our lips were together it couldn't end. Her hand left my cheek to find my hand in her hair and she gave it a soft squeeze, continuing to give me all she could.

I’d shown my weakness, my doubts, and my fears, so my kiss was laced with vulnerability. Not demanding, but pleading for her to take care of me. To hold me. To not let us crash. Her heat surrounded me. Holding me close, her gentle caress kept me there, locked with her so nothing had to break.

Her arms wrapped around me, squeezing me tight to her and rubbing softly. Her lips were steady against mine to help steady my pleas. To take them and let me know I was safe in her embrace. Vulnerability was okay. Fear was okay. It was all okay. In this kiss, she and I were okay.

It took time, but she could feel it. She could feel the moment when my mind started to believe this was going to be okay, and finally, my body relaxed into her embrace. The tension I was holding softly, slowly slipped away, and I began to mirror her lips, kissing her back.

Her hands held me tight, still running along my back. Soft, gentle. I felt tensionless as our lips continued to move in an eager dance.

I felt her hands on my back, right at the bottom of my spine, sending shivers. My lips parted on an inhale, and she filled my lungs. And then my tongue traced against her lips before taking a light swirl. It was a slow dance. Seductive. Edged with need. But I was still hesitant. Taking my time.

Her tongue was ready for the show. It led and set the pace but was ever cognizant of mine, of my need. It tasted when it swirled back against hers. She chased the shivers with her hand, slowly indulging in them as she found more.

She knew me, could read my body like her favorite book. With each shiver I gave her, she chased the next until I was dancing that edge of sexual tension.

She broke the kiss so she could find more of my skin, places where she’d made marks before. She dragged her tongue along them and sucked on my neck hungrily, then moved further down to my collarbone.

My head tilted back. My neck stretched, exposing soft, vulnerable skin. Hers for the taking. Her lips found the memories of the old marks, kissing them, tasting them, her teeth grazing over my collarbone, which elicited a tiny moan from my lips, only for her to steal as she returned to them. I responded, my fingers tangling in her hair to grip hard, my nails scratching down her back to show my ache for her.

I was spinning. Dizzy, utterly lost in the moment with her, not knowing where she ended and I began. And then I heard a clatter behind me and I pulled away breathlessly.

“Who the fuck left these here!?” a crew exclaimed as his own case scuttled off across the path, clattering into the railings. I flushed sheepishly.

“I am so sorry. Those are mine,” I dashed over to grab my suitcases, pulling them with back over to the railing toward Claudia. “I think we should get out of here.” I smiled.

“I couldn't agree more,” she replied.

THE EPILOGUE

Ipadded through to the bedroom, a huge smile spreading on my face as I watched her laid out, tangled in our crisp white sheets. The sun has risen, but only just slightly, and normally I wouldn’t be the one to be up early and busy, but I had to get things ready for our trip, and packing was a chore very firmly written on my list of things to do.

Not that we really split the chores like that, but travelling was on my list of things to arrange and fix. Especially this one, as it had so many moving parts, but I was confident that all those years of cruise life had prepared me for such an occasion.

“I’d love to be lying in bed with you right now,” I said with a soft sigh, laundry draped over my arm, my head running through all the things I needed to do before Monday.

“Come lie with me, then,” replied Claudia with a slowly spreading seductive smile. I felt it, the tightening in my chest. I knew I was already lost, a slave to her every desire.

I thought about it for less than a second, then dumped the laundry on the chair and slipped off my shorts and slid into bed in just my panties and a tank, getting super snuggly. Her arms wrapped around me, snuggling me up nice and tight to her.

“It's not Sunday. You think we can have a lazy Saturday and a lazy Sunday, too?” I asked with a sly smile.

“We can have a lazy weekend.” She grinned,

“I would adore that. I need someone to take care of me.”

“I can do that.”

“How are you going to take care of me…?”

"How do you need to be taken care of?"

“I think you should be taking all my clothes off, kissing me and loving every inch of me, so I feel very taken care of.”

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