Page 79 of The Sailor in Polynesia
He stood in front of me, placing his hands on my shoulders. “You could come with us.”
I shook my head. “You can’t leave your boat, and I can’t leave mine.”
He swallowed thickly. Eivind quietly guided Lila back to their cabin, leaving us alone.
“So what do we do?”
I gripped his wrists. “We keep in touch, okay? We don’t know what our plans are after this year—”
“My plans were to go back to Norway. I would rather be with you.”
“We will keep in touch,” I said, calmly but firmly. “You’ll get your boat to New Zealand, and I’ll sort out what I’m going to do withWelina. And we will talk more in November.”
He closed his eyes and pressed his forehead against mine. His voice was almost a whisper. “I know that makes sense, but that is not what I want.”
“I don’t know of any other way to do it, Jonas,” I pleaded with him. “My whole life is in my boat, all my money. I need time.”
He nodded and sniffed, pulling back from me. “Maybe it is best that we leave in the morning for Bora Bora.”
I nodded too. “Yeah. I think that would be good. You have to leave the country soon anyway. I will sail back to Tahiti tomorrow.”
I stepped toward the companionway. “Can you drive me home?”
We climbed into the dinghy and Jonas fired it up. He motored toWelina, and I tied his dinghy to my boat. “You have some things inside,” I said.
He was behind me, following me, and a sense of urgency built until we were chasing each other into my cabin. Our mouths were on each other, nipping and biting while we tore our clothes off. I crawled backward, loath to stop kissing him. Jonas tried to come with me but smacked his head on the low ceiling above my bed.
It didn’t faze him at all, and he dropped over me, wrapping his arms around me and pushing us back onto the bed.
He shifted to pull off his underwear, and I wriggled out of mine before freezing. “Jonas, I don’t have any condoms.”
“We do not do that, then.” He returned to kiss me again. “I will do other things to you.”
He rose up as high as he could and grabbed my foot, pulling my leg underneath him to spread me open. He buried his face between my legs and I gasped and arched my back.
Jonas was licking and sucking my flesh, winding me up and making me crazy. He pushed my knees up, spreading my legs further while he licked and teased. I shifted, grinding up, twisting my hips and chasing my orgasm when he backed off suddenly. I looked down to see him grinning up at me. He opened his mouth and gave me a lazy lick up my center, making my back arch off the bed.
“Jonas!” He chuckled and returned to give me a slow, open kiss. I didn’t know how he was able to put the brakes on so hard when all I could think wasGo, go, go.
He pulled back to watch me. Not my face, but my pussy. His hands had a firm grip on my waist, his shoulders holding me open.
“Jonas,” I said, much more sternly. He flashed me a grin and licked again, a little faster this time. And again, pressing harder. A few swirls, flicks, and sucks and he backed off again and I groaned in frustration. I tried to reach down and tug at his hair but he evaded my hands.
He kept it up until I thought I was going to break. Even a little lick felt like it was going to send me over the edge. My body was so tense, so needy.
“Please,” I whispered.
He slid his tongue over me, over and over and I was coming and coming so hard, I screwed my eyes shut and tried to remember to breathe because I had forgotten what my lungs were for.
Jonas eased his mouth around me carefully, gentle on my sensitive flesh. He slid up my body, and his cock and my hand found each other like magnets. I gave him soft strokes, teasing him in turn, but he got me back with these wide, deep kisses. I could taste myself on him and I wanted more.
I gripped him, holding him tight and stroking firmly. My body felt so quiet, so calm, it made me hear every sound he made: his heart beating faster, his breath hitching, his pulse under my palm fluttering.
Letting go of him, I pushed him onto his back and then bent down, letting the head of his cock slip into my mouth. I gave it a rough suck. His body bowed and he shouted something in Norwegian. I felt the tautness in him: Jonas was gritting his body and forcing himself not to come.
I pressed a kiss to the tip, and then a firm lick along his entire length. He begged me, giving up so quickly when he had held my pleasure for so long.
I wrapped my hand around him too and stroked him. “Harder, please, Mia...” he rasped.
