“We’ve not done it like this before,” he murmured, sliding his hands up along the sides of her torso until his fingertips brushed the tips of her nipples.
She gasped when he pressed further into her, and when she arched her back, he was suddenly buried to the hilt.She gave up her hold on his balls to press her palm against the wall, requiring both hands for leverage.
“I fear I’m going to come too soon,” he warned, pulling halfway out before he thrust into her.
He felt one of her hands cover his right hand to guide it to where their bodies met, and he understood what to do.Pressing his thumb against her swollen womanhood as he pulled out of her, he felt her body respond even before he heard her soft cry.Rubbing harder as he thrust into her over and over, he knew he couldn’t hold off his release.
At the same moment his seed spilled into her, her channel contracted around his manhood, pulling him deeper into her while her breath caught.To stifle her cry of pleasure, she turned her head to place her open mouth against her upper arm.
For a moment, Randy saw only stars as a maelstrom of pleasure gripped him and didn’t seem to let go.Dizzy and delirious, he lowered his face to the space between her shoulder blades, one hand cupping a breast as the other took purchase on the wall for support.
“Well, this is certainly a novel way to start the morning,” Diana whispered after a moment, her breathing finally returning to normal.
“If I died this very moment, I would miss you the most,” he whispered hoarsely.
Diana gasped and straightened, sending him falling backwards onto the bed.“Don’t you dare die on me,” she countered, turning to follow him down onto the bed.She ended up atop him, grinning in delight.
He chuckled, although he quickly sobered when the thumping atop the roof began again.“I won’t,” he promised.“I think it’s best I discover what’s going on out there, though.”
“Agreed,” Diana replied.She rolled off of him and returned to the trunk.
“The gown,” he said.When she gave him a look of confusion, he added, “Wear the gown.Save the breeches for when we reach some ruins,” he suggested.
She nodded, watching as he pulled on his smalls and pantaloons.“I’ll hurry, but I to need clean myself before I dress,” she said.
Pulling on a shirt, he nodded.“There’s water in the pitcher,” he said.“Will you need help with your gown?”
“I can manage,” she assured him.“But I’m only going to wear one petticoat.There isn’t enough room on this ship for these huge skirts,” she complained.
“I won’t mind,” he replied, grinning as he buttoned his waistcoat.“I’m going to forego a top coat.”Pulling on a pair of boots, he stood.“Do I look like you’ve just had your way with me?”
Giggling, Diana moved to stand in front of him, reaching up with a hand to spear his hair with her fingers, smoothing it into some semblance of order.“There,” she said proudly.
“Thank you.”He kissed her first on the lips and then on the forehead.
“You’re welcome.Now, be off with you.I need some privacy.If anyone asks, I?—”
“I’ll tell them you’re reading,” he said, gesturing to a small pile of books on the cabin’s only nightstand.
She lifted a shoulder.“Thank you.”
He winked at her and took his leave of the small cabin to discover whatever it was that had his brother up on the top deck.
