Page 77 of The Sailor in Polynesia
The tour boats had a few people in the water, but most didn’t want to get in and instead watched from above. Lila did eventually get in, but she clung to Eivind.
When the rays grew tired of us and my shoulders were too warm from the sun, we climbed into the dinghy and puttered home.
* * *
Jonas picked me up an hour later. I was clean and dressed up in my jersey dress again for our double date. He whistled when he pulled alongsideWelina.
OnEik, things had returned to normal again. Lila was in charge of the meal, but she quickly doled out tasks for everyone. We drank, we laughed, we were two couples enjoying one another’s company.
And that night, Jonas and I slipped under the covers and used our hands to tease and torment each other.
* * *
After a lazy morning and breakfast, Lila and Eivind were eager to get off the boat for a hike. They invited Jonas and I to join them, but after exchanging raised eyebrows, Jonas diplomatically offered to drive them to shore.
“You didn’t want to go?” I asked when he returned.
He raised an eyebrow. “Of course not. Not when I could have you all to myself.”
We raced to Jonas’s cabin. I turned around and found him already pulling me in, wrapping an arm firmly around my waist and taking my mouth in his. It was intense and frantic for a few minutes; we couldn’t get enough of each other’s mouths.
Jonas pulled away, taking some deep breaths. I kissed the hollow of his neck, and he slid an arm down to my bottom and picked me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist and held on to his shoulders. He found my mouth again, this time slower, taking his time with my lips. He kneeled on the bed and shifted our weight, gently putting me on my back.
We stretched out, our fingers tangling above my head. Jonas lined up perfectly with me, his hardness rubbing against me while we shifted.
So slow, achingly slow, Jonas showered me with kisses, licks, and nibbles. He rocked deep with his hips while maintaining eye contact, our open mouths brushing.
When he kissed me, I rocked up, pushing my hips back at him and rising off the bed. Jonas chuckled and let go of my hands. His lips pressed a trail down my chest until he got to my tank top.
His finger traced the edge and then slowly tugged the fabric down my arm until the hem caught on my nipple. He applied his mouth, stretching his tongue under the fabric and flattening it against me. I moaned and grabbed his head, holding him down.
Both straps came down, my top was around my waist, and Jonas was greedily sucking. He broke away and rasped, “You are so beautiful,” before switching to my other breast.
I could no longer feel his cock between my legs; I had nothing to grind against anymore. Hearing my whimper of frustration, Jonas slid a hand down to cup me. He pressed, fumbling with the slick material of my athletic shorts until he had enough pressure to stay on just the right spot.
With a few circles, I was getting too close to the edge. “Jonas,” I cried out. “Please!”
He crawled back up, covering my body with his, his warm chest pressing against my damp nipples as his teeth tugged on my ear. “Beautiful, come for me.”
I tensed and his fingers kept their rhythm, and I went over the edge. My hips tilted with each pulse.
His fingers slowed and we caught our breath. Jonas was hard, pressed into my hip, but offering me sweet, tender kisses.
“I thought alone time meant we’d finally have sex.”
He scoffed at me. “Ja, but notonly.”
We grinned at each other, and I tugged him down for another sweet kiss. I teased him, nipping and licking and backing away until he grunted and came down forcefully. He held my eyes for a moment, but I felt his hand snake over the waistband of my shorts, and suddenly he broke away, tugging them down my legs and taking my underwear with them.
When my bottoms were on the floor, I sat up and yanked my top over my head. Jonas stripped his clothes off in one swoop, climbing back over me to brace his arms on either side.
When he settled his weight against me again, I involuntarily hissed and bucked, my skin still sensitive. He backed off immediately. “Are you okay?”
“Yes, sorry, it was still sensitive for a moment. It’s fine now.”
He watched my face as he pressed back down, keeping his cock between our stomachs. When his weight was on me, we kissed more, grinding and straining against each other.
Finally I broke away. “Jonas, do you have condoms?”
