Page 27 of Dreamboat

“I’m close,” she whimpers. “I’m so close.”

“On your knees.”

She nods, dropping in a rush. Her lips circle the crown of my cock almost instantly. The sound of her moan is drowned out by my deep, guttural groan.

Her fingers never leave her pussy as she takes my cock in her hand to stroke it. She sucks the tip, taking more and more with each bob of her head.

I arch my neck and close my eyes because this is all too fucking much.

I have to reach forward to brace a hand on the wall in fear that I’m about to pass out.

My other hand finds her ponytail and I take it roughly, using it as a guide to up her pace as she sucks me to my release.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

Delia

I almost scream when he appears in front of me. It’s like the most beautiful beast in the world emerging from the mist.

In my case Donovan is the beast and the mist is the steam from the shower I’m having.

I finally relented to what my body had been craving for hours and ducked into the bathroom in his stateroom to have a shower.

He suggested a bath since the tub is large enough to accommodate both of us, but I didn’t want to devote my time to that right now.

It’s nearing sunset and he promised me more orgasms and a meal I’ll never forget.

“I want to rinse off,” he tells me, gathering me into his strong arms.

He’s much larger than I am but in the very best way. I don’t feel small compared to him. I feel protected and cherished whenever he wraps himself around me as he’s doing now.

“I’ll soap you up,” I offer.

“You’ll make me hard.” He laughs even though he’s almost there now. “Shower, dinner and another chapter before I fuck you again.”

“You’re a man with a solid plan.” I glide my hands over his chest to his broad shoulders and down his biceps. “I like that.”

“My plan fits with yours?” he asks. “You don’t want to change the order or anything?”

I drop a hand to my core. “My pussy appreciates the momentary break in activity.”

“It would appreciate some tender loving care courtesy of my tongue.” He demonstrates by sliding his tongue slowly over his bottom lip.

“That is my dessert.” I inch up to my tiptoes to kiss him softly.

“I ordered cheesecake, a brownie, and a bowl of ice cream, but I’m all for eating pussy instead.”

“My pussy,” I amend that. “Just mine.”

“Just yours,” he agrees with a sly smile.

I want the word forever to fall from his lips but that’s a dream. It can’t be my reality. I’m not strong enough to survive another broken heart, and I can’t let Matthew’s future become collateral damage because of a poor choice on my part.

This is a vacation fling. It’s the vacation fling of a lifetime but that’s all it is and can ever be.

We hold gazes until I break it with a small request. “Will you sit on the bench so I can wash your hair?”

He glances back at the seat built into this large walk-in shower. It’s covered from floor to ceiling in white marble with gray veins running through it. “Of course I will.”

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