Page 17 of Sailor's Delight
Trey nodded.
“Then I don’t get it. Was there a complication or something?” She glanced down at his pants, where his erection had been painfully obvious just a short time ago. “There’s obviously nothing wrong with your boners.”
Trey laughed.
“No, I’m serious, what is it then? What’s wrong?”
Trey studied her face.
“Are you mad?”
It was Jenn’s turn to laugh. “Am I mad? I mean, I feel more than a little stupid, maybe.” She locked eyes with him again. “But, you’re okay? Everything went okay? Nothing, like broken or horribly scarred or anything?”
Trey shook his head slightly, the corners of his mouth lifting again.
“Then I seriously don’t get it!” Jenn pulled her hands from Trey’s and pushed him playfully. “Why are we not still across the hall, balls deep and screaming each other’s names?”
Trey rubbed his chest where she’d shoved him, pretending it had hurt. “I panicked! When you started talking about condoms, all I could think about was, ‘I don’t have to wear a condom anymore, but she doesn’t know that. I don’t want to wear a condom, but I have to wear a condom, cause I haven’t told her yet, and…”
“Trey! Enough about the condom! Quit being so awkward.” Jenn reached up, gripped his ears, and pulled his face down to her. She kissed him hard on the lips, the sort of kiss that makes it clear the conversation is over.
When she finally let him go, Trey stood back up, looking into her eyes. “So you’re not mad?”
Jenn’s eyes glinted mischievously. “I’m a woman who only got to finish once when she’d fully intended to finish a minimum of three times with a partner for the first time in months. I’m the very definition of sexually frustrated at the moment.” She smiled. “But I’ve made it this long. I suppose I can view what we just did as a fantastic appetizer. But not tonight. I don’t think I could handle that much up and down in a single evening.” She pointed a finger up at his face mock threateningly. “But tomorrow night, you’re all mine, until I say we’re done. Agreed?”
Trey grinned. “Sounds fantastic.”
Jenn dropped her hands from his shoulders, running them down his chest and belly, then down to his crotch. She gave his now-flaccid cock a gentle squeeze. When it swelled responsively, she shook her head in mock disbelief. Trey shivered. Jenn turned and looked up over her shoulder at him, maintaining firm eye contact with him while she rubbed her rear against the tightening front of his pants; Trey groaned.
“Now who’s cruel?” he asked.
“Tough break, kid,” Jenn said, unsympathetic. “Let’s get out of here. I’m starving.”
Chapter 6
Trey wasn’t feeling up to a formal dinner that night. Neither was Jenn, for that matter. She was more relieved than anything when he requested that they simply visit one of the other restaurants for a relatively early dinner on the ship, instead.
Drinks in hand, they found a quiet table in a dim corner of the artisan burger shop at Jenn’s request. Just because they weren’t making love again tonight didn’t mean that she couldn’t drive Trey wild beneath the table. Now that she was no longer spread naked on the bed of her cabin, building anticipation seemed more than fair again.
“Do you want my mushrooms?” Jenn asked Trey when they were situated.
Trey blinked. “You ordered a mushroom burger.”
“I know. I love the taste of the sauce, but the mushrooms themselves are nasty. Don’t judge me. Want ‘em?”
“Sure.” Trey smiled, but did not judge. At least not out loud.
Jenn rewarded him with a gentle squeeze of his thigh.
He pulled out his phone, checking the time. “Well, since we’re not—,” he glanced at Jenn, who raised an eyebrow and suppressed a smile. “What would you like to do tonight?”
Jenn reached for one of his hands, intertwining their fingers and laying it down on the table in front of them. Treyturned to face her, his face lighting up in a happy grin, letting his phone drop onto the table.
“They’re holding a pool party tonight. I think we should go.”
“Sounds good,” Trey murmured, propping his face up on his hand as he simply stared at her.
After another quiet few seconds, neither of them saying anything, the worker at the counter called their number.