She was moisturizing her legs when he walked by. She had found it hard to get used to the salty air, so she was always spraying perfume or applying lotion to cover the sea smell.
“Can I get you anything, Miss?” He stared at her, locking eyes and holding his gaze till she looked away. When she did, he stole a glance at her semi-naked body, hoping she wouldn't notice.
“Ahem, actually, yes, could I have a couple more blankets, please? I've been quite chilly lately.” She lifted her chin slightly to see if he was still staring. He was, but his face broke it into a more-than-friendly smile.
“Not a problem, Miss, I'll be back in a moment.” She watched his back as he left the room. She knew that fetching blankets wasn't his job. It couldn't be. They had maids for this. Velma had been here already this morning. She had left three blankets in the closet, as requested. But she wanted him to return. There was something about his shy smile and inquisitive eyes that made her... flutter? She wasn't sure. She just knew that she enjoyed the few moments they shared in passing. Of course, his chiseled biceps poking through the mandatory black t-shirts didn't hurt his cause either.
Before he had a chance to return, she quickly pulled on a pair of her sexiest short-cut underwear, the red ones with the lace trim. She pulled a light pink sundress over her head, knowing it would cling to her body in just the right spots, and without a bra, it made her breasts look fantastic. Just perky enough. Shaking her hands through her hair, she stole a quick peek in the mirror to make sure she was presentable. She knew she was being ridiculous; he was probably just checking on her because her door was partway open. Once he dropped off the blankets, he was probably just going to go back to shoveling more coal in the furnace, or whatever the hell he did on this monster they call a cruiseship. Still, she hoped that maybe... maybe she would work up the courage to say something. Ask him what time he was done work? Do you ever really finish work on a cruiseship? What do you do when you're done? Are you allowed to mingle with the passengers? She didn't know the protocol on this type of thing... It's not like she had done anything this crazy before. Okay, deep breath, she could hear his footsteps coming down the hall.
She sat casually on the bed, pretending to read whatever magazine was on the bedstand. Shit, it was the sex issue of Cosmo. Great Jillian, real smooth, she thought to herself. She tossed it back onto the bedstand as he walked in.
“Here you go Miss, three of our warmest blankets, one just out of the oven.” He looked her up and down, not even bothering to be conspicuous this time. Christ she had an incredible body. Petite, curvy, toned legs...
“Jillian” he snapped his head back up to look her eye-to eye. She smiled shyly. “My name is Jillian.” He smiled back. Her smile was even more beautiful than her body. It lighted up her face. He felt his heart tug a little and wondered what the hell it was. Her eyes were so... dazzling. Almost feline, they were dark and had this really alluring quality that made him feel almost speechless.
“Hi. I'm Nathan.” He stood awkwardly for a moment, still holding the blankets, when he realized he should probably either give them to her or put them down. He stepped forward to place them at the foot of her bed, as she also stepped forward to take them from his hands. An almost soft collision, their bodies smashed together with the blankets between them. He dropped them, grabbing her shoulders gently, as though to shield her from the fall that wasn't coming. The blankets fell to the floor, as her hands raised, almost in defense, and landed on his chest. Both of them stood still as time seemed to stop.
A whole minute passed. Neither of them moved except to breathe. She went to back away and pull out of his grasp, mumbling some kind of apology as he pulled her closer and pressed her lips to his. She kissed him back, hard, wrapping her arms around his neck and tangling her hands in his hair. He held her close, arms resting at the small of her back, nearly lifting her off the ground.
Finally, he pulled back, suddenly, almost fearful. He passed his hand through his hair and wouldn't meet her gaze.
“I'm sorry. I... I shouldn't have. I should go.” He turned around to leave.
“No.” She grabbed his arm. He stopped. She stepped forward and shut the door before he could reach it. “Please stay.” She walked up to him, lifting her head to look at him. Her eyes pleaded with him; as if he would refuse. He probably wanted her more than she wanted him. He leaned forward and kissed her again, softer this time, pressing his hand to her cheek and then slowly down her neck.
“Are you sure” he whispered, as his lips trailed closer to her ear, then following his hand, down to her collarbone and shoulder, slowly moving the strap of her dress aside.
She didn't answer, just pushed him towards the bed. She pulled his shirt over his head and brought her hands across his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin. She went to unbutton his jeans, but he stopped her, shaking his head. He scooped her up in his arms and laid her on the bed, lying down beside her, against the wall. He could feel the waves crashing against the side of the boat. He had almost forgotten where he was. He put one arm beneath her pillow, cradling her head in the crook of his elbow, as he bent over her to kiss her again. She pulled him close, feeling his body against hers. He rested his hand free hand on her right breast, then slowly started sliding it down her body. He felt the soft curve of her hips and then down her thigh, reaching the hem of her dress. He slowly pulled it up to her belly button and slid his hand beneath it, stopping once he found her nipple. Rubbing it slowly with his thumb, he felt her squirm beneath him. She kissed him harder. He took his hand away, letting it stop instead at the top of her undies. He slipped his hand inside them, feeling the softness of her skin, and slid his middle finger inside her. She arched her lower back as he did this, and gasped, slightly embarassed at how wet she already was. He continued kissing her, as his fingers felt every inch of her. She continued squirming, biting her lip between breaths, until finally, as he was biting her neck, she moaned in his ear: “Don't stop.”
He didn't. Pressing his lips against her throat, he felt her shudder and then collapse against him. He pulled away and licked his fingers. She looked up at him and blushed.
“Can I take your pants off now?” She glanced down at his jeans, waiting for the okay. In one quick motion, he pulled her underwear off and was already reaching for her dress. He slid it off her, taking a moment to admire her naked body. He leaned forward and kissed the nipple he hadn't paid any attention to earlier. She smiled and arched her back again, pressing herself closer to him still. Quickly taking off his clothes, she pulled him on top of her and wrapped her legs around his waist. Grabbing his neck and pulling him in to kiss her, she pushed her pelvis up, guiding him in. He let out a sharp gasp, stunned at how good she felt.
They started slow, kissing each other softly, learning the feel of each other's bodies. The deep muscle between his shoulder blades. The gentle pain of her teeth on his neck. He was so rhythmic, so deep... She couldn't take it anymore. She moaned even louder, digging her nails along his back, holding him close to her, forcing him to go harder, deeper. He stopped kissing her, and looked at her a moment, almost pausing to see if this is what she really wanted. She grabbed the hair at the back of his head and pulled his ear as close to her mouth as she could and said, urgently: “fuck me.”
That's all it took. He slid one hand beneath the small of her back and braced the other against the wall above her head. Pushing harder, faster, than he had before, he leaned back, thrusting his hips towards hers as she moaned even louder, almost a scream now. He was getting close, and he could feel she was too. No stopping now. He lay on top of her, continuing even deeper, and kissed her hard as she stifled an even louder scream. She felt him, his whole body, as he came inside her, and seconds later, she joined him, breathless, toes tingling. He lay on top of her for a long time, enjoying the closeness of her body, the softness of her skin, the feel of her lips on his shoulder, constantly moving. She sighed, as he rolled over to lay beside her. “Do you want me to go?” He asked, nervous for the answer.
She turned on her side to face him. “No, I want you to grab the blankets you brought and cover us up before we freeze.” He laughed and moved towards the edge of the bed to look for the missing pieces of her bed. She stared at his bum as he bent over to pick them up. He caught her staring and smiled. Crawling back in beside her, pulling the blankets on top of them and pulling her even closer, he said: “well then, did I just see a look of desire on your face?” She blushed again.
“Maybe... feel like going again?” He stared at her beautiful flushed face, and pressed his hand against her cheek again. Kissing her one more time before laying his head down on the pillow next to hers, he sighed.
“Give me a couple of minutes. I can see you're insatiable, so I'm going to have to get my strength up. So tell me, where you from?” It was only then that she realised that she really didn't know him, but it felt like she had known him forever. She could tell this was going to be a long night, but a good night.
“I'm from Canada. Nova Scotia. What about you?”
“Canada. Up north though. Yukon area.”
She smiled again. Another Canuck, perfect, we have some common ground... Yep, a good night indeed.
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