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“Really?” She sits up. “Do we have enough food?”
“I have a couple of steaks I could take out,” I inform her. “Even some chicken, if you want.”
“Are we going to be okay with the power and stuff or like are we going to have to like pedal back?” she questions, and I can’t help but laugh.
“We are going to be fine,” I assure her. “The question is, which room are you going to choose?” I wink, and she just smirks.
“Time will tell.” She brings the bottle of water to her lips. We finish lunch, and she helps me clean up, then we spend the day in the front of the boat on the sun pads. I lie down beside her, and it doesn’t take long before the two of us are making out.
When the sun starts to go down, we make our way inside to cook dinner. I show her the little piece of fake grass I had made for Beatrice to go to the bathroom on. It amazes her, and finally, after dinner, she gets up. “I need to shower.”
“Same.” I get up. My cock has been hard for the last five hours at this point. She grabs her bag from the couch, and I slip my hand into hers.
She starts to go toward the spare bedroom, but I pull her into mine. “You shower first, and then I’ll take a shower,” I tell her as she puts her bag on the bed.
“Are you sure?” she asks, and I just nod.
“It’ll give you a chance to do the whole ‘what’s in the bathroom’ thing.” I laugh at her as I pull open a drawer and hand her a black T-shirt and black gym shorts. “These should fit you if you roll them a hundred times.” She grabs the clothes from me. “Of course, you’ll look sexy in them, which will mean I’ll never be able to wear these clothes again.” She comes to me, kissing my lips.
“I’ll try to look as unsexy as I can,” she deadpans, and I pfft out as she turns and walks toward the bathroom. “If you want, you could come and wash my back.”
I put my hands on my hips and look up at the ceiling. “I’m going to shower in the other bathroom.” I walk out of the room before I change my mind and take her up on the offer.
CHAPTER23
VIVIENNE
“I’ll tryto look as unsexy as I can,” I say to him with his clothes in my hand. I hear him go pfft, making me roll my lips and look over my shoulder at him. “If you want, you could come and wash my back.” I try to tempt him, but all he does is put his hands on his hips and look up at the ceiling.
“I’m going to shower in the other bathroom.” He practically storms out of the room, and I can’t help but chuckle. Walking into his bathroom, I close the door, putting his clothes on the vanity before walking over and starting the shower. I take off my bikini top, seeing that I got just a touch of sun, even though he was practically covering me all day. There is making out, and then there is making out with Xavier. He’s in a whole different atmosphere. Every single time he put his lips on mine, my stomach fluttered as if there was a family of butterflies. Every single time his fingers touched me or grazed me or I felt his body on mine, it was as if every single sense in my body had awoken.
After peeling my bikini bottoms off, I step into the shower and let the warm water run over me before I look around for some soap, and all I find is his body wash. Opening the top, I press it to take a whiff, and it smells just like him. My body wakes up immediately, my nipples getting hard, and my pussy getting wet. I don’t spend long in the shower, getting out and drying myself off. Grabbing his T-shirt, I put it on and it falls to the middle of my legs. I don’t even bother with the shorts, knowing that even if I roll them ten times, they still will fall off. I walk back into his room, going over to the little bag I packed this morning and grabbing the lacy thong I threw in there. Slipping it on and shimmying it up over my hips, I walk out of the bedroom and see Beatrice is on the bed in the other bedroom. She lies on her side stretched out. I stick my head in and see the bathroom door open. “Is he in the shower?” I ask Beatrice, who just looks up at me for a second before putting her head back down.
I laugh at her, walking up the steps to the galley and looking around, not seeing him anywhere. I walk out of the galley to the back deck, seeing that it’s pitch black in the distance. I grab the railing, walking up the five steps to the top. He’s lying in the middle of the sun pad with his head on a little pillow, his legs propped up, and I can see all he’s wearing is shorts. I can’t help the smile that comes to my face knowing I’m going to see him soon. I make my way to him. “Hey,” I say, falling on my knees beside him, suddenly nervous, which is silly since we spent the day kissing.
“Hi,” he replies, putting his arm around me and rubbing my back.
“I used your body wash,” I tell him, and he leans over and smells my leg. “Hope you don’t mind.”
“I don’t mind,” he assures me, going back to lie on the pillow. “Although, I might get hard around guys now that smell like me.” I throw my head back and laugh. “Lie down with me.”
I get on my back, putting my head on his shoulder, looking up at the stars blinking in the sky. “It’s so peaceful,” I observe, listening to the water lap against the boat softly. “This is heaven.” I put my arm across his stomach and look up at him.
He bends his head to kiss me, his tongue sliding into my mouth. It starts off slow like always, but then it goes from zero to a hundred. I throw my leg over him, making the T-shirt rise, and now the bottom of my ass is out. But I couldn't care less at this point. I just want his hands on me. I’ve never been this needy for a man before. I’ve never wanted someone so bad. His hand moves from my back down to my ass, and when his hand feels my bare ass, he stops kissing me. “Are you wearing?” he asks, his eyes searching mine.
“It’s a thong,” I tell him, my body on fire. My nipples almost pierce through his shirt at this point. The rubbing from the T-shirt makes them even harder, and my leg is now placed right over his hard cock. A cock that has been hard all day long, and it’s taken a lot not to ask him to whip it out like a two-bit hussy. “Did you want me to take it off?”
He groans, “Vivienne, I’m trying really hard here.”
My heart beats in my chest as I sit up and do the boldest thing I’ve ever done in my life. I reach down for the hem of the shirt and lift it over my head, tossing it to the side. “This should help, then.” I don’t even get a chance to say something else because he springs up, grabbing me around my waist, and twisting me so I’m on my back. My legs open for him as he puts his elbows beside my head.
“Dammit, Vivienne.” He leans down and kisses me. “There is only so much I can handle.”
“Xavier.” I move his hair off his forehead and push myself up to a sitting position, making him go on his knees. “There is something I’ve been thinking about all day long.” I put my hands on his hips. “Do you want me to tell you what it is?” I lean my face forward, rubbing my nose on his stomach. His stomach quivers under my touch, and I love that he’s just as into this as I am. “I was wondering.” My fingers go into the elastic of his shorts before pulling them down over his hard cock. His cock springs free, and I almost gasp because it’s hard and thick. My mouth waters. My hand moves on its own to grip the shaft. “Yes,” is the only thing I say before I lick the tip, tasting his precum.
“Fuck,” he hisses, and I look up at him for a second before I turn my eyes back to his cock. I take the head in my mouth and twirl my tongue around it. “Oh my God,” he mutters, and I can see him clenching his fist at his side. The fact that I’m the one making him feel so out of control makes me even bolder. I move my mouth over his cock, taking half of it in before letting him go. My tongue comes out to lick from his balls up his shaft toward the tip, where I twirl my tongue around it. My hand moves up and down on his shaft while my mouth takes his cock again, trying to get it deeper and deeper.
“Vivienne.” He grits out my name. His hands go into my hair as his hips thrust forward slowly. “I’m not going to last,” he admits between clenched teeth. I move my hand even faster, wanting to give him what he gave me before. His cock swells in my mouth before he says, “I’m going to come.” But I don’t let him go. Instead, my fist holds him tighter, and I suck his cock harder until I feel his cum shoot into my mouth. “Vivienne,” he says. His hips thrust until the last drop, and when I let his cock go, he just stares down at me. “That was,” he starts to say, and I lie back down on my back. “That was…”