Page 70 of The Sailor in Polynesia
He held up an item. “What is this for?”
I looked at him, perplexed. “It’s the hose to fix that leak.”
“Ah, you do not have to fix that.”
“What do you mean?”
“I took care of it while you were gone.”
I put my hands on my hips. “I know how to replace a thru-hull hose.”
“Yes, of course. But I was here and I had time.” He spread his hands out. “Was this okay?”
“Yes, I... Yes. I really appreciate that, Jonas.”
I bent and kissed him. When I straightened up, he wrapped his arms around me, looking up and resting his chin on my stomach.
“I missed you.”
“I missed you too. Thank you for leaving your crew and staying behind to be here.”
He touched the tip of his finger to my nose, and I smiled at the gesture of affection I was becoming so used to. “Finish your unpacking.”
I put things away, spare parts wedging into cabinets and tools finding their new homes.
When everything was where it belonged, I slumped onto the couch next to Jonas. “Okay, all done!” I turned to look at him, and he smiled at me. “We need to leave pretty early tomorrow morning to make it to Moorea by nightfall. That probably means an early morning tomorrow to get going.” I yawned again. “Unfortunately, I need to go to the Carrefour and get some food.”
“To Carrefour, then!”
We went to the supermarket and I was overwhelmed by the choices. This was the best selection I’d had to stock up the boat since Mexico, years ago. Jonas was helpful, pushing a second cart behind me as I loaded up piles of food.
Thankfully, the Carrefour allowed sailors to bring the carts to the marina, a ten-minute walk away, where there was a designated drop-off area. However, the sidewalk was uneven and narrow, and even with the fading day, I was breaking a sweat and the jet lag was starting to catch up to me.
By the time we put my groceries away, my head was heavy, fatigue hitting me hard. Jonas cooed over me, force-fed me a sandwich, and sent me off to bed. I slept hard, not even waking when Jonas crawled into bed with me.
Twenty-Six
In the morning, I rolled over toward Jonas, who was asleep next to me. He was bathed in the morning light, hair loose and soft over the pillow.
I reached out and carefully touched his hair. Without opening his eyes, Jonas pulled me into his warmth. We lay like that for a while, Jonas stroking my back, my fingers tangled in his hair.
His breathing was still deep and even; I might have thought he was still asleep. But his fingers kept a lazy rhythm, and with our bodies pressed together, I could feel him growing hard.
I thought back to our video chats and the way Jonas looked when he came. I wanted to see it again, but this time to experience the heat and electricity in person. The more I thought about it, the more I could feel my body warming up. I fidgeted a bit against him, brushing against his hard cock more than once.
He groaned and tapped a finger against my spine. “Mia, the day must start.”
“Does it have to? I’m so comfy right now.” I kissed his bare chest and wriggled—brushing my thigh against him again—up his body to kiss his collarbone, his neck.
A groan vibrated over my lips. Jonas reached down, hooking the outside of my leg and wrapping it over his hip, which pushed me up the mattress a little bit. Reaching behind me, he skimmed the inside of my thigh with his palm, brushing the center of my panties with his fingertips.
He tilted his chin up and met my lips for a soft, tender kiss. His fingers stroked again, ever so gently, and I whined in impatience. I felt his lips tilt up, and he pressed a kiss more firmly.
I wiggled my hand between us, cupping his cock in my palm, and began to stroke him through his briefs. Jonas grunted and pressed his fingers harder into me. The cotton texture kept friction against me, and it didn’t take long for us to both be panting and thrusting against each other’s hands.
When I pulled my hand back, Jonas’s body arched, chasing me. I chuckled and fumbled with the waistband of his briefs. The back of my fingers brushed over his ab muscles before I gripped him firmly.
Jonas’s fingers froze and he sucked in a breath of air. I gave him a few strokes and he shuddered.
