Page 43 of The Hitchhiker in Panama
“Of course,” I replied. Eivind took his shorts off and climbed into bed next to me. I turned, pressing myself against his bare skin. “Do you want to go to sleep?”
“Hell no,” Eivind breathed. “But we have to be quieter. Is that okay?”
“Mmmm . . . I’ll try my best, but you feel so good.” He kissed me for the compliment, and then we ground our bodies against each other. I circled my legs around his hips, letting his hardness rub against my softness until we were both slick and ready.
Eivind grabbed another condom and rolled it on. “Can I get on top again?” I asked.
Immediately he flopped onto his back. “I will never say no to you.” He grinned.
I took control again, slipping him inside me and leaning forward onto my hands, grinding our hips together. We were quieter and slower this time, just the sound of our breathing filling the room.
“Put your knees up,” I said.
Eivind obliged, and I leaned back instead, shifting my hips forward and rolling against him. Soon I was panting as quietly as I could, tension building inside me. Eivind strained under me, and I brought my fingers to where our bodies met. Eivind watched, enraptured.
Suddenly I was at the edge. “Eivind!” I said a little too loudly.
He sat up, placing a hand on the back of my head and another over my mouth.
“Come for me, darling. I want to feel it.”
I climaxed and shuddered, whimpering beneath his palm. Tears welled up as I kept my fingers going, dragging it out for as long as I could. Finally I collapsed against him, and he moved his hands and guided me back down, laying me on top of him, boneless and fluid.
“Do you mind if I . . . ?”
“Please do.” I sighed and snuggled into him. Eivind lifted his hips, thrusting up into me. I put my hands on his abdomen and his muscles flexed and contracted under me. He built up a rhythm, slowly and quietly winding himself up.
With a muffled cry, his body curved and he came, gritting his jaw and grunting.
We both collapsed back, happy and spent. Eivind kept his hands on me for a few minutes, tracing up and down my back.
“Do you want to clean up first?” he asked me.
I nodded and heaved myself off his body. We cleaned up and Eivind brushed his teeth. I was drowsy when he came back to bed and slipped in behind me. He rested an arm on my waist, and the last thing I remember was a lazy kiss and a whispered good night.
Twenty
I woke up to an erection pressed against my ass and warm lips on my neck. I mumbled a good morning.
Now that Eivind knew I was awake, he reached down between my legs and worked me up. I reminded myself to keep quiet, to stifle my moans in the pillow.
Eivind rolled away, a cool breath of air rushing in, and then he returned, wrapped in a condom. He slid my top leg forward and, holding himself up on one arm, pushed into me. A little soreness lingered, but Eivind was careful and gentle. Once we got into a rhythm, he reached in again and brought me to climax, my body clenching around his cock.
A few more thrusts and he tipped over the edge too, groaning into my skin. We both caught our breath and Eivind slipped out to clean up.
We dozed for a while, the boat rocking and swaying under us. At one point, Eivind’s hands were on me again.
“No more.” I pushed his hand away. “Three times is enough! What are you, a machine?”
Eivind chuckled and pulled me close. “Three may have been too much, yes? I promise, only cuddling now.”
When I woke up again, Eivind was dressing. I pulled the duvet over my head and tried to go back to sleep.
“What, are you not a morning person?” Eivind teased, tugging at the cover. “Lila,” he said, groping my butt. “At least go clean up.”
“I know, I know,” I said, my voice muffled.
He patted my ass before he left. So Eivind was a morning person.
