Page 13 of Not that Sea-Rious
Beau
AfterthreeSexonthe Beaches each, the two of them wobbled slightly at the closing of the piano bar.They made several wrong turns looking for the twenty-four-hour pizza counter before they found themselves in the ship’s rear, standing outside near a closed pool with a large net over it.A cool breeze blew through the darkness, causing Marissa’s long dark strands to dance on the wind and across her face.She struggled to tuck them behind her ear, but in the moonlight, on the dark ocean, she was beautifully captivating.
Eying one of the large rattan basket-looking chairs with the mats in them, Beau pointed.“Want a seat?”
Biting her lower lip, she nodded.“Either that or a hair tie.”
Checking his pockets, he frowned.“I’m fresh out.”He ran a hand through his rusty hair.
Smirking, she rolled her eyes.
“My jokes are better when I’m sober.”
Smiling, she couldn’t help but snicker.“I’m sure.”
Chuckling, he took her hand, squeezed it slightly, and led her to the big, circular daybed with the curved screen over it.Ducking inside it, the two of them scooted all the way to the back and out of the wind, with only their feet visible to the passersby.
Once they’d gotten the pillow situation sorted, Marissa combed her hair with her fingers, trying to rid it of the tangles.Due to the nature of this chair, the two were huddled together, shoulder to shoulder, in a position begging for cuddles.Unable to help himself, Beau reached out and ran his fingers through her straight strands, working on the small knots the breeze had created.
Their noses brushed.
As his cheeks heated, hers tinged pink.With wide, innocent eyes, she peered at him through her lashes.The sweetness in her expression pinched at his heart, and his hand cupped her jaw as though it had a mind of its own.
Doing his best to breathe naturally, his gaze drifted down to her lips.Full.Pink.Tempting.
Her throat bobbed in a swallow.
He shouldn’t do this.It wasn’t right.He was engagedyesterday.He and Marissa were drunk.Were they really able to make this decision wisely?Then again, they were on vacation, and he wasn’t betrothedanymore.
Maybe flirting and getting to know Marissa wasn’t wrong.
She leaned in, and her breasts grazed his chest.Closing his eyes, he held his breath until the soft silk gently skimmed his mouth.His heart skipped.The hairs on his forearm stood on end.Excitement raced through him.
A first kiss.The magical moment he hadn’t experienced in years began.Every cell in his body tingled.
Tilting his head, Beau closed the final centimeters between them and increased the pressure, accepting Marissa’s affection.Soft and sweet, she tasted chocolaty, despite having been hours since her last martini, and the flavor only made him want to continue.His hand slid around to the rear of her head as he rolled slightly onto the cushion.
Moving with him, she lay on her back.His pulse raced, and his cock swelled in his cargo shorts as he positioned himself between her spread thighs.Marissa bent her knees, bracketing him, and her hands found his hips.
They scorched his soul.The way her fingers glided along the hem of his T-shirt before skittering under it had him sucking in a breath.The heat between them burned straight to his core.Jolts of desire danced down his pelvis and had his cock standing at full attention.
His hips rocked of their own volition, grinding against her, and she moaned.It made his stomach flip and his dick twitch.Cupping her face, he broke their kiss long enough to nip at her bottom lip before going in for more.
He was intoxicated, and it had nothing to do with martinis.She tasted like heaven.Beau needed more.A kiss wouldn’t be enough.He craved all Marissa would offer him.When she raked her nails down his back, making him arch and drive himself against the heat of her sex, he knew full well she wanted the same.
He’d never hated shorts and jeans more in his life than he did at that moment.
Taking a chance, he moved his palm down over her shoulder and found the swell of her breast.Offering cautious squeezes, he fondled her bounty.Despite the padding in her bra, he could feel the tight nubbin of her nipple beneath.She whimpered sensually, and he dared to go further.
Nipping along her jawline, her chin, and to her neck, Beau then shimmied down her body.Lifting her shirt, he reared and marveled at the softness beneath him.She wasn’t thin, which gave her more than a handful of breasts, filling the cups of her bra.
He tugged them down and grinned in appreciation.Covering her chest with both hands, he pushed her breasts together as he kissed the tops, sides, and all around her nipples.She ran her fingers through his hair, fisting it as her body arched beneath him.
Using his tongue, he flicked one nipple before sucking it into his mouth.When he grazed with his teeth, she gasped, and he tweaked the other.His balls were heavy, and his cock throbbed in need.His dick was ready, but Beau needed to sample more of Marissa.
They weren’t in a rush.He had an entire weekend to indulge.
With nimble fingers, he unsnapped her jeans and dragged the zipper down.Shuffling so that he knelt on the deck, out of the chair, he tugged her pants down her thighs.Neon-pink panties, darkened with her arousal, covered her sex.
