Sin at Sea (16 page)

It was still raining after lunch. We had finally dressed and left the room, if only temporarily to get some fuel. “What do you want to do now?” He asked with a sparkle in his eye.

“Well, I think we should try out your B&B Day idea,” I suggested.

“What are you more excited about…the baubles or the BOB?” He asked while wiggling his eyebrows.

Sighing, I said, “You know I’m not materialistic. So, the baubles while nice are completely unnecessary. Then there’s the BOB…I have you, so what do I need it for?”

“Oh,” he said, sounding a bit disappointed.

“But wait, there’s more!” I joked. “At the same time, I love getting frisky with you. I love trying new things with you. This will be an amazing opportunity for us to make some memories.”

With that said, we rushed back to the room. Fumbling with the card, he opened the door, turned to me, grabbed my face in his hands, and kissed me hard. “Time to get undressed,” he said excitedly.

Walking through the door, I dropped my clothes one item at a time. By the time I reached the side of the bed, BE was sitting there holding open the jewelry case. “Time to get dressed, “ he said sweetly.

“If you insist,” I said, holding out my wrist. He attached the bracelet first, and then I turned around so he could affix the necklace. Once that was in place, I stood and waited.

Slowly, he opened the black bag. I was dying to know all the contents. He claimed to have thrown in a few extras. Eager was not even touching on how excited I was to discover what would happen next. BE stood and walked towards me with something in his hand. When he opened it, I realized it was a blindfold.

Without thinking, I shivered. There was something really sexy about a blindfold. Without being able to see, he could do anything. I wouldn’t be able to do anything but feel and anticipate.

“There,” he said after he covered my eyes. Then he took me by the hand and led me to the bed. I started to climb onto the bed, but he stopped me, halted my progress. “Wait,” he commanded.

Soon, I was bent over. He was running his fingers slowly down my back, caressing my buttocks. Every touch had me on fire. The scent of cinnamon explained it. He was rubbing heated flavored massage oil all over. When he lay me down on my back and started massaging my boobs, I thought I was going to lose it. That was too much. I started moaning and writhing in ecstasy. Then one thought occurred to me…
what if he used that on my vag?

Moments later, I didn’t have to wonder since his fingers were searching, stroking, and touching my most sensitive region. My pelvis rose and fell with his attention. “In me, please,” I begged, remembering how successful that was last time I had used it. Only this time, he seemed less than interested in giving in to me.

“Patience, beautiful,” he urged. “I want to take my time. I’m searing every bit of this into my memory. I hope you are, too.”

The bed sank near me and I knew that he had finally decided to join me. I reached out to feel him and discovered that he, too, was naked. Lacing my hand through his, I squeezed him affectionately before I brought his fingers to my mouth to suck and lick. Hearing him inhale sharply brought a wicked smile to my face.

“Did you think that by blindfolding me you had incapacitated me?” I asked haughtily. “You didn’t. You enhanced the pleasure for sure, but I don’t need eyes to see you. I can find you with my hands.” At that pronouncement, I proceeded to run my hands all up and down his chest. In my mind, after studying him in similar situations, I didn’t have to see his face. I had memorized it, every expression, every action, and I knew just what to do to elicit the reaction I desired.

He was on his back and easily enough I managed to climb on top of him, rub some of the excess oil from my body and transfer it onto his. Only, I took it a step further. When I had slowly rubbed it around his nipples and I could tell it was taking effect based on his reaction, I leaned down slowly, pursed my lips together, and blew a cool breath over first one, then the other.

Since he could see, I knew that he had watched each move as I made it. He had given away his excitement in his ragged breathing. He had told me how amazing my actions felt by the sharp intake of breath. Now, as my wet vag hovered over his rock solid cock, I could feel him quivering, just a little bit.

Instead of letting him in, I rubbed my wet folds up and down the entire steely length of him again and again until he grabbed my waist and flipped me over, off him, onto the bed. Since I was on my stomach already, I simply assumed the position and pushed my ass high in the air. That’s when I heard it: the vibrator.

He had looked at multiple sizes and styles. Finally, thinking his new obsession was bordering on the unhealthy, I had left the store to find a bathroom while he finished making his purchase. He had done well, so far. In a matter of seconds, I should know how well he had done here, too.

Surprisingly enough, I didn’t feel much of anything besides his finger inside me. Then it started vibrating. The intensity was enough to make me whimper. “A bullet,” I murmured.

Then ever so slowly, he entered me from the back. While some women took offense to this position, citing that they preferred to see their partner, I liked this method. I loved feeling the man slam into me, his balls slapping against me. I loved when a man would reach around and rub my clit while sliding in and out, or rub my nipples with a palm. This moment was as close as I had ever been to heaven.

The day continued like this. Eventually, I lost the blindfold and I could see him once more. I think he missed looking in my eyes as much as I missed looking in his. Our B&B Day was flowing along nicely. We had even introduced a few games. There was a body bingo board game that helped us extend the foreplay and touching when all I wanted was to get to the main event. There were sex dice that also encouraged us to try new things on various body parts.

We napped before our final dinner. By now we had learned that the only games for us were the ones played in the bedroom. Instead of even speaking to others, we were so wrapped up in each other that no one else could entice us into a conversation. There was no other woman stroking his arm, no other man stroking my ego. We ate, sharing food off of our plates. We drank, sharing a bottle of wine that the maître d’ suggested.

Finally, we headed back to the room. While we were out, the customs paperwork had been slid under our door. A towel animal graced our bed.

“What is that?” He asked.

Taking a second look, I replied, “I believe it’s a snail. Must be a reminder for you to take your time with me tonight,” I joked.

“Oh, I planned on it,” he said seductively. “I hope you don’t plan on sleeping.”

I shrugged. “Jolie can drive us back to Raleigh.”

So part two of our B&B Day began. It wouldn’t end at midnight. It wouldn’t end at dawn. The reality was that once it was over, it really was the end. We wanted it to last as long as possible.

We played an extended version of truth or dare coming dangerously close to breaking our rules. We played with rabbit. We worked with a cock ring. I wore my first vibrating nipple clamps. He pulled out some bonus gift that had been thrown in for making such a huge purchase. It was a set of anal beads. We laughed and stuck them back in the bag.

Finally, he pulled out a red satin rectangular box with a black bow on it. “These are for you,” he said. “I figured you might need them after this week.”

Looking at him curiously, I slowly lifted the spring-loaded lid. When it snapped fully back, it exposed a pair of glass lotus Ben Wa balls. “I’ve never used these before,” I said. “They are so pretty.”

“Well, your pretty kitty deserves nothing less. Let’s take these babies for a test drive.” With that, he took the box from my hand and slowly removed them. “Lay back for me,” he said calmly.

Doing as he requested meant that a moment later he had inserted first one, then the other ball into my vagina. After that, he inserted himself into my vagina, too. Somehow, that was even hotter, even better than previous times. The experience was so intense for me that it had him pausing to question. “Are you in pain? Is this too much? Am I hurting you?” A worried frown blanketed his face.

“No,” I said shaking my head. “All that hurts…is my heart.”

He stopped thrusting into me once more. While he was frozen in place, I rolled him over and took top. “There’s something I have to tell you,” I began. Swallowing slowly to try and dislodge the lump in my throat, I said something I’ve never said to a single soul…or at least not to anyone I’m not related to by blood. Brushing the hair back from his face, I leaned low. I hovered over his lips as he had done to me so many times over the past few days. “I love you,” I said.

I had played it over in my head, practiced it several times since he had made his announcement. Mostly, I had wondered what it would feel like. Was I losing some power by admitting my feelings? Was I making myself vulnerable? Would this admission be the end of me? Was I now going to turn into some sappy girl?

Only…nothing bad came of it. I could have sworn that I saw tears in BE’s eyes. It was hard to say since he crushed his lips to mine as soon as I finished speaking. There was a moment that the kissing stopped, that we were frozen there, nose to nose, attached at the pelvic region, and all I wanted to do was stay there forever.

All morning, I had played out in my head how I would explain all of this to Jolie. I knew what she would say, what I could expect of the conversation on the way home. She would ask me how I knew it was love. How could I love him when I have never loved anyone before? The best I could figure…it was love; it was real because it made absolutely no sense…logically. Yet as I looked at it from every other angle, how could I not love him…this man who rescued me, who protected me, who spoiled me, and treated me like I was absolutely precious to him.

We napped some in between lengthy lovemaking sessions. Around 5am, we took a shower together, lovingly washing and caressing each other’s most sensitive areas. We dressed in silence and while I can’t vouch for him, I know that my silence was a product of fear. I had no idea what I might say next, what I might reveal.

“Time to go,” he said simply.

I froze, completely stricken. “Already?” I asked sadly.

Glancing at the ship’s information station on the television, he nodded. “We need to get going if we are to watch that sunrise together. That and breakfast…our last two boring activities together.”

Placing his hand on my lower back, he led us out the door. It was bittersweet, this moment of watching the sunrise while accepting that it signaled an end to our time together. We stopped at the buffet to pick up a hot tea for me and a coffee for him. I put in extra sugar because I needed it. We walked out onto the deck and found the perfect spot to watch the sun slowly rise up over the horizon.

The sky turned from pinks and purples to oranges. The sun was a flaming orange ball. The sky was clear, the air smelled clean and fresh after a day of rain. I felt fresh, too. Only just as I was ready to try something new, that opportunity was slipping away from me.

We went inside just as the buffet opened. “Let’s eat,” he suggested. “We can pick a table by the window and talk before it gets too crazy in here.”

Numbly, I nodded and allowed him to direct me through the line and the ever-growing crowd of people entering to get in one last meal before the last debarking. With heaping plates, we sat apart from the crowd. We ate in silence, the tension of the approaching departure weighing on both of us.

BE took my hand in his, touched the ring one last time, and admired the bracelet on that wrist. “You know,” he began slowly, “some rules are stupid and don’t make any sense. Yours, for example.” He looked me straight in the eye suddenly and from somewhere inside me sprang a glimmer of hope. “At the same time, I want to respect your wishes.” That same hope died.

He sighed. “So, maybe a compromise is in order?”

Slowly, a smile spread across my face. Part of me wanted to jump up and down while screaming
Yes! Yes! Yes!
Then I remembered I was an adult, so I said, “What do you have in mind?”

“How soon could you move to Vegas?” He asked. I could tell that he was making some mental calculations.

It was time for me to do some of my own. I could have the movers come, load up the house, hire a property management company, a cleaning service, pack a few necessities and be on my way, just as soon as I helped Jolie do the same. She always needed an extra push. “A week,” I said. “I could be there in a week.” The more I considered it, the more confident I became.