Robbie was an experienced lover. He managed to keep going at the same pace and pressure, even when I began to buck my hips. My hand went through my hair, and I thrashed like a fish on the end of a line. I wanted him. I wanted the rest of my fantasy to come true, for him to become one with me, and when I thought about that, I crested the final wave to my orgasm. Through the waves of pleasure, I could feel him smile as he continued to attack my cl*t mercilessly.
Eventually I stopped thrashing enough to look down. His eyes were on me, looking up at me as if asking if I were done. I grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled. "I want you. Now."
He grinned from ear to ear. "Okay, hold on a second." In a flash, he was back up the stairs to above deck.
What the heck? I thought to myself. Long seconds passed as I heard him banging around above me, and then he came down the stairs. I held my hands out, as if to ask what his problem was, when he produced a square wrapper.
"I had some time to prepare, but I couldn't sneak down here to have this ready. I didn't want you to catch me and think I was being 'presumptuous,'" he said, throwing my word back at me.
I smiled. No man had ever been this thoughtful, so prepared. "Well, I guess I can forgive you."
He laughed and tossed me the condom. Then he knelt on the bed, obviously waiting for me to put it on. Now he is being presumptuous, I thought.
I sat up, getting a good look at him. He was bigger than I had imagined, and I was ready for anything. I carefully placed the condom on him, gently rolling it down. He felt so solid, so big in my small hand, I could feel myself getting more and more turned on.
"Thank you very much," he said, and I laid back down. He positioned himself over me, and in a moment he was pressing into me. His eyes locked with mine in the faint light, but I closed mine as he went deep inside of me. I ran my hands over his muscular chest, which was still slightly wet from the ocean. I opened my eyes and looked down at his hips, working hard to thrust into me. My fingers ran up his biceps, appreciating muscles that had taken a lifetime to build.
He pushed my legs to one side and then rolled me so that I was laying on my side. He got behind me, and I spread myself gently to let him in. His hand went to my shoulder and grabbed tightly as he explored my inner depths. He kissed my back gently as he rocked in and out of my body.
"Oh, you feel so good, Sam," he whispered in my ear. I started to rock against him gently, and he whispered again. "I love the way that feels." I really enjoyed it that he told me what he liked, so I kept doing exactly that. His fingers ran up and down my body, sending shivers of bliss cascading down my skin.
I pulled away and turned toward him. I pushed his arm so that he was lying on his back, then jumped on him, putting both my hands on his solid chest. He grinned at my energy, and as I lowered my body to join with his, he leaned his head back and closed his eyes.
I began to ride him, to grind against his body. I heard him groan in pleasure, which turned me on even more. Suddenly, he grabbed my ass and began to thrust upward, sending me to new heights. He leaned up and his tongue darted out, touching my nipple. He moved from one breast to the other, tasting me, enjoying them.
After enjoying them, he threw his head back into the bed. His thrusting seemed to get a little frantic. I knew what was coming.
"Yes!" I moaned. I leaned down and flattened myself against his body, then whispered in his ear. "Come for me."
His thrusting became quicker and suddenly I felt him grow larger. I breathed out and moaned softly into his ear. He thrust deeply one last time, followed by an erratic series of smaller thrusts. His fingers tightened around my waist, and I felt myself have a small orgasm, almost as if it had transferred from his body to mine.
For long moments he continued to thrust lazily within me, long past the point where his orgasm must have ended. Then, he relaxed, his breathing still ragged. I looked him in the eye, and we kissed tenderly as he left me.
He pulled the condom off, tying it in a knot before it could make a mess. "You know," he said with a smile, "normally I wouldn't make you sleep in the wet spot, but I'm afraid we got the entire bed wet."
I laughed. "So you're saying that this isn't just your bed?"
Robbie shrugged. "Well, I don't want to be 'presumptuous.' I don't know where else you'd sleep. Might as well just pretend it's a sleepover."
I smiled, then put my head against his chest. "We do have that big lovely house we can go back to."
"There is a big fluffy bed in the master bedroom that I think you'd enjoy." I loved the way his voice rumbled through his chest. "Besides, no one is steering the boat."
I traced my fingers along his chest, traveling the ravines and rises of his muscles. It was a landscape I wanted to live in forever. He wiggled out from underneath me, standing to dress so he could take care of the boat. He always was the one for the rules.
"I don't think I want you to get dressed," I said, looking pointedly at the boxers in his hand. His mouth curved up in a sly grin as he set them back on the floor.
"It's a good thing the house has a private beach, since I can't seem to find your clothes either." He kicked my swim suit away from the bed.
I laughed, jumping from the bed and dancing past him up to the deck. I had always wanted to sail na**d in the moonlight, and we had to get home somehow...
Chapter 13
I took a deep breath and smiled. Robbie's chest rose and fell with a relaxing rhythm, his heartbeat pulsing gently in my ear. I felt like I could stay like this forever, wrapped up in Robbie's arms and perfectly happy. The sun peeked over the horizon, filling the room with a glorious golden warmth.
We had enjoyed the rest of the evening, sailing na**d and just acting like kids again. When we had arrived at Owen's place, we had been so tired that we barely got the boat tied down before falling into bed together. Now it was morning, and I was ready to get up. Robbie, however, shifted under me, turning his head from the light. I sat up on my elbow and lightly kissed his temple, making him smile in his sleep. With careful movements, I slid out of the soft bed and padded gently across the floor to the open balcony. The salt air caressed my skin; the ocean was calling my name.
I closed the curtains, darkening the room to a soft gray. Robbie snored softly as I tiptoed to the closet and found a long terry-cloth robe. I wrapped myself up in it and headed quietly downstairs to the kitchen to find some coffee.
The white marble kitchen was filled with the morning sun and a pot of coffee was already warm on the counter. I frowned at it for a moment before remembering that one of the perks of dating a billionaire was the house staff. A quick glance in the fridge showed me a pre-made plate of bagels and lox with all the fixings. A girl could get used to having breakfast made for her.