Sensing her need to come before she gets too sensitive, I move my fingers inside her. My hips pick up their pace without thought because being in this position, with River ‘Romeo’ Dawson writhing beneath me as she tries to stay quiet, is the biggest turn on I’ve ever encountered.
Her pussy is tight and pulsing as I set a relentless pace. With every squeeze around my fingers, I know she’s seconds away from coming. I curl them to send her over the edge. The second my fingertips brush against her G-spot, her hips buck up and she grips my fingers inside. Holding on, I continue entering her until I feel a gush of liquid, and I hear her scream into her hand.
She just squirted for me.
The realisation hits me like a wave, and I feel a surge of pride so intense it nearly knocks the breath from my lungs.
It takes several seconds for her body to relax and settle back on the mattress.
Only when her eyes open and are fixed on me do I allow myself a small laugh. She cocks her eyebrow at me, making my giggle fit worse.
“Why are you laughing?” she pants out.
“I’m sorry, it’s just I felt like a bull rider there for a second. You were trying to buck me off.”
Her grin widens, and she chuckles along with me. “That was intense,” she says.
Pulling my fingers from inside her, I smile as she groans in protest. Lowering myself down until our boobs touch, I get comfortable. River circles me with her strong arms, and I let my head rest in the crook of her neck.
We’re silent for a few minutes. River catches her breath and then turns her head until I feel her nose in my hair. She still doesn’t say a word, but I hear her take some deep breaths. For me, the silence helps me process what we did, and how it utterly unravelled me.
I feel like a lesbian cliché because I think I’m falling in love with River. It’s probably not a world record as far as lesbians settling down with each other, but it’s damn fast. I’ve gone from not wanting anything to do with the woman to envisioning a future for us in the blink of an eye, which makes me distrust my own feelings.
“Hey,” she says. “I can feel you thinking.”
I nuzzle her neck and bask in the feel of her skin on my lips. “Sorry.”
“Don’t apologise, babe. I’m here if you want to talk.”
Here she goes again, being the bigger person, and there I go again, getting stuck in my head. I should be the one comforting her, or at least asking if she wants to talkthings out. I can only imagine what we’ve just done has scared her a little.
“I’m fine. Are you?”
Lifting my head, I study her face, looking for any signs she’s about to freak out and run away. Her soft smile and adoring look quashes that fear immediately. Her arms tighten around me and she lifts her head to kiss me slowly. It’s hot, but not rushed. She’s telling me how she feels through it, and I suddenly want to sob. Have I really found her? The person who will be mine, through thick and thin? The person I can trust to love me and not leave me for someone else?
A chill settles on my skin as we cool down. River notices and encourages me to lie next to her. She pulls over a blanket and snuggles into me. I didn’t envision our second time together like this, but I think it’s actually perfect.
“You were right,” she says against my shoulder as she kisses it.
“About?” I reply, trying not to let my raging libido spoil a romantic moment. My hips shift back into her crotch and I have to clench my thighs. I want her again.
“This…us. Sleeping together with a connection.”
My heart flutters as she speaks. My fear was River not feeling the difference between us. I need that connection,but not everybody does. It was quite feasible that she wouldn’t have an experience different from our first.
“I didn’t understand,” she continues. “But that was…so powerful. Not just the orgasm, which by the way was mind-blowing. But the pull I felt when we were touching. The feelings I had when you looked at me. It was almost too much,” she whispers into the room.
Rolling over to face her, I cup River’s face. “I want you to really hear me when I say that was the best sex of my life.” I’m not blowing smoke up her arse. I certainly didn’t think sleeping with her again would result in such intense emotions, but here I am, completely lost on this sailor with a penchant for cockiness and a beautiful heart.
She brushes her nose against mine. “Me too,” is her answer, and it’s all I need. We will talk, but not now. All we need is to stay in this moment for a few minutes more before reality comes calling.
29
River
One second, I’m nibblingon Cleo’s earlobe and the next I’m launching myself out of bed, frantically pulling on my nasty gym gear as the ship’s siren blares and we’re dropped into a sea of red light.
The timing is unbelievable! Captain Morley has always liked to spring emergency training on us, but really, why now? Not only have I got to leave Cleo post-amazing and life-altering sex session, but I’ve somehow got to get to my action station without being caught sneaking out of Cleo’s cabin.
