Page 71 of The Sailor in Polynesia
His torso twisted over mine, his mouth on me and his fingers pressing with more leverage from behind. Twisting, he pulled my panties to the side and plunged in.
I hiked my leg further up his waist and pressed us closer, trapping my hand and his cock between our bodies. I still gripped him, gently rocking my hand.
Jonas drove himself harder, his hips starting to thrust into my hand, his fingers pressing deeper into me.
With a cry, Jonas came in my hand, his hips thrusting and his head thrown back, fingers stilling inside me. I pumped him through his orgasm, and he collapsed underneath me.
We lay quiet, his warm breath washing over me. His cum was on my top and his stomach, making a sticky mess out of us. Jonas was recovering when suddenly I couldn’t help it; I clenched on his fingers.
“Oh fuck.” Jonas withdrew quickly, rising onto his knees and grabbing at the sides of my underwear. He yanked them down and thrust his fingers back in.
He pumped his fingers and I rode his hand until I came hard, crying out and bucking.
Jonas flopped over onto his back next to me. We both caught our breath, bodies limp and satiated.
* * *
I knew Jonas was anxious to get back to his crew and his own boat. I checked out with the marina and Jonas helped me get the boat off the dock. It was a gloriously beautiful day, the sun shining and a light breeze pushing us toward Moorea. Together, we raised the sails,Welinaslipping gracefully through the water.
I looked at my charts to set the proper course. I could see that the island was surrounded by reef, but there was not much space between the reefs and the island.
“Which anchorage isEikin?”
Jonas moved the screen around and showed me a deep bay with an open entrance through the reef. “Cook’s Bay.”
I set my autopilot to head to the entrance, then sat back in my seat.
“What have your crew been doing on Moorea?”
“They have been hiking and snorkeling. There is a small resort and a street to the east of the bay, full of beach bars andpensions. They have been waiting for us to go find the stingray feeding station.”
“What’s that?”
“The resorts have a spot where they go with their guests and feed the stingrays while swimming. It is quite the attraction.”
I hummed. “That sounds great. I bet the snorkeling won’t be anything compared to Fakarava, though.”
Jonas twirled a finger in my hair and smiled. “Probably not.”
We talked in the cockpit while the boat sailed on. Moorea grew on the horizon, a steep island with rugged mountains.
The bay came into view and it was stunning. It was long and narrow and extended into the mountains, which climbed up either side. Deeper inland the center of the island towered over us, with a dusting of clouds at the top.
I made the turn into Cook’s Bay and Jonas and I dropped the anchor. It only took a few minutes forEikto spot us, and the crew immediately climbed into their dinghy. Jonas and I watched them approach from the deck ofWelina. I turned to him.
“How are we going to play this?”
He looked at me, confused. “Play this?”
“Yeah. This is the first time we’re seeing your crew as a...” The wordcoupledied on my lips. Was I actually trying to have “the talk”?
Jonas raised an eyebrow. A smile crept onto his lips. “As... ?”
I rolled my eyes, blushing furiously and trying not to smile. The dinghy was getting closer and Lila waved at me.
Jonas came to my side and pressed against me. “Mia,” he said softly.
I looked at him out of the corner of my eye, suddenly shy that everyone was to know about us. He slid a hand across my cheek, turning my face toward him. He pressed a soft kiss to my lips. “They will know one way or another.” He bent his head again, this time encouraging me to open for a deep, possessive kiss.
