Page 26 of Date and Switch

I held her tighter, my cock stirring from passive to a hundred percent in the game. She hadn’t missed its arrival on the scene either. I heard her tiny gasp when she realized what exactly pressed against her soft cotton pajama bottoms.

“I’m really sorry.” I took a risk and pressed a kiss against the slope of her neck, lingering to see if she’d deny me

The ship rolled once again, forcing us against the wall. Despite my earlier assertions that I’d keep my leg braced to protect us from just that, I’d become more focused on making out with Sera and forgot my primary responsibility. I’d expected Sera to yelp, possibly grunt and laugh. I hadn’t expected a throaty groan. At least that’s what I thought I heard. It could have been the ship’s metal creaking.

“I wanted your birthday to be special.” I traced the slope of her neck once again with my nose, breathing in her welcoming scent.

“Well, I’d say it will definitely be one for the record books. If we survive.”

“Remember what the captain said? This is all normal.”

I guided her onto her stomach, running my fingers up and down her spine. She arched like a cat, directing my hand to continue its downward exploration.

“How are the blisters? Healing?”

Rather than speak, she nodded into the pillow. With every pass along the apples of her ass, she’d push up directing my hand to linger longer. I had no qualms about lingering. I’d linger until the sun came up. Hell, we were at sea for the whole day before arriving in Buenos Aires. I had no qualms spending it naked and in bed.

“Can I take a look?”

“Ew, no.” She twisted her hips pulling her body away from my hand. “I’m shedding like a snake. It’s nasty. I think if I use my loofah anymore, I’ll scrub my pink parts straight off.”

Her pink parts. That was precious. And what a lovely shade of pink they’d been.

“You are a very enticing dichotomy.”

“Me?” She twisted, tucking her hand beneath her chin to so we were practically nose to nose. “How so?”

“Last week you’re telling me you’re into light bondage and a little discipline, but also you politely refer to your pussy as your pink parts.”

She had a protest forming, I could see it from the twist of her lips and the quirk in her eyebrow. Rather than listen to the words, I dove in and tasted the protest on her lips and tongue. I went in over and again, nearly convincing myself that each meeting of our lips and every pass of tongue tasted different from the one before. As if she were a fine wine and the complexity of her taste developed with each interaction.

Soon kissing wasn’t enough, and she was pinned beneath me, my hips rolling to line up my throbbing cock against her clit. With just my pajama bottoms and the thin cotton of her shorts, it was as if the theatrical act of grinding against one another could bring us both over the summit to a conclusion.

“Condom,” she gasped, though not slowing in her persistence to find her summit, “I didn’t bring any.”

Shit.

Neither had I.

If sex were a continent, it would have been Antarctica. That’s where my libido existed before spending time with Sera. That was how cold that shower was going to have to be.

She reached for my boxers and wrapped her hand around my cock. If it hadn’t been storming outside, I would have convinced myself the stars had fallen out of the sky. Toe curling pleasure bolted in a firestorm to every nerve in my body, heating my core, and leaving behind it an unquenchable thirst.

“What are you doing?” I didn’t even recognize my own voice.

“I figured I’d give you a little help to the finish line, since our original plan kind of hit the skids.”

“I don’t think so, angel.”

I pumped into her hand a few times. I’d be lying if I said it was simply reflex. Her mouth still hung open; the suggested offering hung in the air. I tried hard not to imagine the warm welcome between her lips.

“There is no way on your birthday, you’re going to be worrying about me.”

With a kiss I guided her back against the pillows. Lingering on just her mouth until the tension melted from her muscles. Her fingers still gripped the base of my cock, her nails ticking against my balls as she continued to caress me. I should have stopped her, but I never said I was an angel.

The graceful slope of her neck, the delicate dip of her collarbones, the turgid peaks of her nipples beneath the textured cotton of her tank top, none escaped my lingering attention. She keened, and sighed, gasped, and ran her fingers through my hair, taking a sensory exploration of my body as I licked my way down hers.

“What are you doing?” her legs which had inched open bit by bit, twitched with tension the moment I wrapped my hands around the elastic of her pajama shorts.

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