Page 66 of The Sailor in Polynesia
Jonas’s muscles slowly flexed and released, a slow, confident stroke. He bit his lip, staring just off-center at me, gauging my reaction.
I raised my hand close to my head, wiggled my fingertips, and tucked my hand under the sheet. Spreading my legs, I dipped my fingers in briefly and let my eyes roll back a little bit.
Jonas groaned.
Why were we teasing each other like this? I never thought of myself as a particularly shy or body-conscious person, but here I was, withholding a piece of myself. But so was he. Jonas had a fantastic body, and I wanted to see it so badly, but this way, I could focus on his eyes, his lips, his reactions to his hand and my own.
“Mia,” he growled. “Oh, Mia.”
I watched enraptured as Jonas’s arm moved, his bicep flexing while his hand stroked. His breath was all I could hear, catching and rasping.
My fingers dipped and swirled, spreading my wetness around. My eyelids wanted to close, my body to sink into the pleasure, but I waited.
Jonas stroked faster, and I increased my pace too. That tightness started to build inside me, like a cramp I needed to shake off before my body snapped. We were both panting hard now, little moans and gasps being exchanged.
Suddenly, with my fidgeting and squirming, the sheet slipped off my breast and Jonas could see my nipple, tight and firm. “Oh fuck, Mia.” He threw his head back, grunted, and then his body twitched, abs flexing and arms shaking as he came.
I was still crawling closer and closer to the edge. I could no longer manage to keep the phone angled correctly, but Jonas didn’t complain.
“Almost there,” I panted.
“God, Mia, you are so sexy like that. I want to hear you. Come for me.”
Those words, and the longing in his voice, pushed me over the edge and I came hard against my hand.
For a few minutes I kept my eyes closed and listened to our breathing even out. When I could manage to move, I turned to my side and fished my phone out of the mess of sheets.
Jonas looked back at me from the screen. He gave me a soft smile. “You should go to bed now.”
“Yeah,” I agreed. “I would rather talk to you, though.”
He chuckled. “Don’t worry, we will talk tomorrow. Ja?”
“Ja,” I said back to him. He smiled at my use of his native tongue.
“Good night, Mia.”
“Night, Jonas.”
* * *
I was braiding Lily’s hair when Mom clapped her hands.
“Clan, let’s get together around the TV!”
I glanced over at Miranda, who was braiding Erica’s hair. “What’s going on?”
She gave me a look. “We all got the alert about your new episode, Mia. Guess what we’re doing today?”
“What, really? Mom, it’s not even a real episode.”
“I don’t care. You posted a video and the family’s all here, so we’re going to watch it.”
I leaned over to Miranda. “It’s, like, seven minutes long.”
“It’s okay, we’re used to it.” She patted Erica on the shoulder and stood up.
“Does she do this every time?”
