There aren’t many places where two people can be alone on this boat, let alone one where no one would see us going there. "My cabin okay?" She nods and I gesture to the door to my right. "After you."
Quietly the door clicks closed behind me. Hannah has her back to me, her shoulders heaving with her breathing. Suddenly she whirls around, her face a mask of hidden fury. "What the hell is wrong with you?" Her voice is a demanding whisper, aware that there are many others on board who could overhear us. “I don’t know who you think you are, but youcannotjust kiss me like that and then ignore me.” She points her finger toward me as she talks, making me want to tie those hands behind her back. “You’re such a—”
Reaching behind me, I flip the lock on the door and walk toward her.
“What are you doing?” she whispers, breathless.
With each step forward, Hannah steps back until her back thumps the closed bathroom door. Her chest is heaving, that vein in her neck pounding in time with her heartbeat. Slowly, I lift my hand to caress her throat, my large hand resting on both sides of her slender neck. She shudders at the connection but doesn’t try to break the contact.
“Hannah,” I growl with a crooked grin. “I’m going to teach you a fucking lesson.” Every ounce of resolve is demolished the moment she gasps as my lips meet hers. I’ve been dreaming of her lips against mine all fucking week and that pales in comparison to the real thing.
“Do you know what you’re doing to me, Hannah? Do you know how much I want you?” My lips flutter against her jaw as I lightly apply pressure to her neck. The moan she releases is the best fucking sound I’ve ever heard. “Oh, Hannah. Do you like that? Do you want me to teach you a lesson?” Her pulse is wild now, thrumming against my palm, making me want to see how fast I can get it.
Her hips grind against mine and there’s no stopping the groan she drags from me. “Yes, Captain. I want that. Teach me.” Between her ragged breaths, her voice is deep and sultry.
It’s the answer to all my desires.
“Baby, you have no idea the things I’m going to do to you.”
“Are you all talk or are you going to follow through?” Her chin juts defiantly at me in a challenge. Oh, this girl is begging for a spanking but now’s not the time.
“Hands above your head, and don’t drop them.” Hannah’s lust-filled gaze meets mine as she licks her lips but doesn’t respond. “Do you understand, Hannah?” She’s a brat that needs taming, but I don’t have the patience for that now.
There’s not enough time for me to make her beg properly.
Those blue eyes shine with defiance as she slowly raises her arms over her head, granting me permission. “Do your worst, Captain.”
Fuck. Me.
“Oh, Hannah,” I chastise, stepping back from her and raking my eyes down her stunning body. “You have no idea.”
With the way she’s been killing me this week, I want to make her feel my torment and I know just what to do.
Stalking forward, my hands settle around her hips and she can’t help but fidget. She rubs her thighs together, her weight shifting between them.
She’s a needy one.
My thumbs hook in the elastic waistband of her skirt and underwear, slowly dragging both down deliberately, painstakingly slow. Her breathing picks up as I kneel before her, her hot cunt inches away from my mouth.
I’ve waited so damn long for this.
In one swift movement, I throw her right leg over my shoulder and run my index finger through her wet folds. Hannah’s head thumps against the door behind her as I watch her face, see her lips part, and hear the soft moan escape them.
“You’re so wet, baby. So fucking wet for me. Have you been wanting me on my knees in front of you, baby?” My finger strokes against her clit and she bites her lip with a groan. “So beautiful.” I groan as I explore her with slow, deliberate movements meant to drive her mad, and they do. Her hips rock into my touch, trying to get my fingers where she wants them, but it’s no use.
I’m the one in control now.
“Oh my god,” she moans as I lightly rub against her clit, barely giving her what she wants. It’s here when she finally breaks. Those arms, once hanging above her head, fall to her sides as she loses herself in sensations. Immediately I withdraw my hand, clicking my tongue in disapproval.
“What the fuck are you doing?” She’s breathless and frustrated and so fucking beautiful.
“Oh Hannah,” I sigh, looking up into her lust-filled eyes. “Why’d you have to go and do that?” Her eyes go wide when she realizes her mistake and quickly raises her hands back over her head, but it’s too late now.
Slowly I lower her leg back to the floor and stand, deliberately tugging her shirt up in the process.
Let’s see how she responds to nipple stimulation.
The top slides over her head and I make quick work of her bra, tossing it to the side. Her arms stay glued above her head but I can see that she’s struggling, her muscles twitching with the effort to keep them elevated.
