Page 30 of Date and Switch

I wished I’d at least moved us to the bed. Looking up and watching her face while she discovered each new sensation was an elixir of its own, but I needed more. I wanted to be on top. To feel her legs wrapped around my hips. Feel her fingers nails bite into back. Have access to her mouth each time I needed to assure myself this connection really did feel as strong as I thought it did.

Her lips were magic. Each kiss we shared felt like a yin and yang of love me and fuck me. I wanted to do both, and everything in between.

“Hold on for just a bit longer,” I asked, holding her hips in my hands and taking over control of the rhythm.

“Bryce, you’re asking me to stop a freight train barreling down at a hundred miles an hour.”

“I don’t want to let go yet. I’m in heaven and even an angel can’t tempt me to fall back to earth yet.”

She chuckled at me. I’m balls deep and desperate to hold on, and she’s giggling.

“Bryce.” She drew out my name as if it too were a familiar song. The tendrils of her hair, gently teasing along my upper thighs and knees. “It’s coming and I can’t stop it.”

It was as if we were at the Derby and I was the odds favorite to win. She rode me with abandon. She took what she needed from me without hesitation. I dug it. I wanted to both watch from the sidelines and also stay just where I was to experience it with her.

“Give it to me.”

I gathered her in my arms, holding her against my chest. I needed her mouth. To see her face, feel her skin against mine when she came apart. Her lips both demanding and soft, fit against mine in the most seductive way. Her soft pants between kisses increased in speed. She was more than close, she was practically there.

“I want to wring you out,” I told her, gently pressing against her shoulder to get my hand to her clit. “How many times you have come in one sexual act?”

I didn’t expect her to answer. Suddenly though I wanted to know what my new goal would be.

“I’ve got you at two. Can I get you to four? Or five? Can I make you a mindless puddle where you’re so high on dopamine you can’t form a coherent sentence?”

I’d never asked these questions of anyone before. While I loved a good marathon session of sex, and mutual satisfaction wasn’t a question, wanting to spend an entire day seeing how many times we could—to shuck all duties and seek the most base, animalistic need? That was new. Maybe vacations really did have an effect on one’s libido.

I thumbed her clit without mercy, barely making it to five strokes before she launched into hyperspace. I tried to grit my way through the strangle hold her pussy had on me. It was so tight I couldn’t maneuver back out to get any friction. One last thrust and I went over too. The effect of that orgasm, making me drunk on dopamine. It felt like ages before I could come down enough to have a single sensible thought.

“You are incredibly talented.”

We eventually made it off the chair, into clothes, and seated across from one another to enjoy our dinner in our cabin. Her cheeks practically matched the color of the wine. I wondered if it was because of the compliment or because she was reflecting on what we’d just done. Which as soon as the memory tickled my brain, my cock was all too willing to re-enact.

“I mean it, Sera. The angel moniker suits you. It’s like your parents knew what an incredibly empathetic and talented child they’d just given birth to and so they had to name you after an angel.”

Rather than answer me, she busied herself with her lobster. Lobsters, which left something to be desired. They definitely weren’t Maine lobsters.

“I hate to frame conversations in a manner that suggests needing to do anything, but the world is missing out with a voice like that.”

“Unfortunately, New York, Chicago, San Francisco, Santa Fe, Boston, Philadelphia, Cleveland all disagree with you. I went into the conservatory with my eyes wide open. I knew it would be tough to get into a company. I’ve made my peace with not having the career of my dreams.”

“What about London, Paris, Berlin, Rome—if the United States didn’t pan out what about the international stages? I’m telling you; you have talent with a capital T.”

She caressed my hand, and I saw stars. It was such an innocuous gesture yet achingly tender at the same time.

“Thank you.” She smiled at me and squeezed my hand. “If you could see inside me, there’s a warmth there I haven’t felt in ages. It feels so good to sing, especially for an appreciative audience.”

Her saucy wink and flirtatious smile had my insides battling between tender and desperate to clear the entire table and bend her over it while forcing her to sing an entire four-hour opera.

twenty

The long journey to Antarctica provided ample opportunity to get to know one another better. Or fuck each other’s brains out if we’re being honest. I didn’t think his supply of condoms would last us until Los Angeles. Bryce’s new single-minded focus was to see how many times we could come in a single day. Presently he had me at three orgasms in a single coupling, and a total of seven for the day. He insisted he was just getting warmed up. I definitely was not complaining.

As we approached the south pole, the temperatures took a significant dive. Within days of leaving Argentina, we were in sweatpants, sweatshirts, and socks nearly all the time. Bryce used our geographic location as a reason to ask Paolo and the rest of our suite crew to reconfigure our bedroom into a true stateroom—and a king-sized bed. Body heat he’d said with a wink.

I wondered, offhand, what our cabin steward and his team thought about the two of us.

The staff on the ship are obviously trained to be very attentive. I was certain it hadn’t gone without notice that we were no longer in separate beds. Or certainly that our garbage cans were overflowing with used condoms. I low key wanted to go down to the ship’s staff quarters and see if there was some kind of board where they gambled on the passengers. Maybe Paolo got some kind of big payout when he went to the break room one night and was like “yup—they’re definitely fucking!”

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