aware that I caught him showering. I can hear the towel move backward and forward across his skin as he dries himself. I can smell the minty toothpaste as he brushes his teeth.
The light switch flicks off, and Alek’s soft footsteps pad across the carpet as he walks to his side of the bed. I know he won’t sleep for long. Just enough so he can steer us to safety. The mattress dips as he gets under the covers and turns his back to me.
With a contented sigh, his breathing grows shallow within minutes, hinting he’s fast asleep.
I need to follow suit, but I can’t. I’m on high alert. I feel like I’ve just drunk ten coffees in a row, and I know the only way I can settle down is to give in to my needs.
Rolling onto my stomach, I turn my neck in Alek’s direction and am greeted with his broad back. I can see his tattoo clearer. He doesn’t need to be inked from head to toe. This simple tattoo suits him and just levitates his hotness to another level.
With blushing cheeks, I slide my hand down into my shorts. My skin is so hot that I hiss when I touch it. I’m already wet, so I slip a finger into my pussy. I bite down on my tongue to mute my pleasured moans.
I focus on the dips and muscular planes on Alek’s back and the way his wet hair curls at his nape. The sheet rests just above his ass, allowing me to see his tapered waist and dimples of Venus. Every part of him looks like he’s been chiseled out of marble.
I add another finger and pump my hips into the mattress, desperate for the friction to help me come. I’ve never done anything like this before, but I’m not ashamed. I feel liberated. I feel like I’m taking back my body after it was violently stolen from me.
This has me biting the corner of the pillow as I continue looking at Alek, fingering myself. His touches, although possessive, have always been welcome. He never forced anything on me that I didn’t want. At the orphanage, when he asked me if I wanted him to spank me, it’s like he could read my mind because I never wanted anything more.
I’ve never been this sexually deviant with anyone before, but with Alek, he brings this side out of me, and that’s because he worships me like no one ever has. When he kisses me, touches me, he makes me feel like I’m made solely for him, and the way he wants me with such passion, that’s the biggest turn-on of all.
I fervently drive my hips into the mattress with a measured pace, not wanting to wake Alek as I play with my swollen clit. And the covert nature of such a wicked act has my orgasm tackling me so hard that my screams are muffled into the pillow.
I come so hard, tears leak from my eyes, but I ride this wave because something releases inside me, and I’m not just talking physically, but emotionally as well. Once I come down from my post-orgasmic bubble, I collapse into the pillow and sigh, content.
Instantly, I feel better as this was the only cure to appease the ailment within.
The sleepiness I was chasing overcomes me, and I give in, knowing my nightmares won’t be as predominate tonight.
Alek
THE YACHT IS cruising on autopilot because I fear I’ll kill both Ella and myself with my inattention this morning. And that’s because all I can focus on is the fact Ella was pleasuring herself in our bed last night.
Yes, I pretended to be asleep because I knew she was spying on me in the shower. It was an honest mistake leaving the door open. I was so preoccupied thinking about how close we were to getting caught that I completely forgot to close the door.
But when I heard the mattress shift, I knew she was watching me, and the fact pleased me more than I care to admit. I didn’t put on a show. I just wanted to get out of the shower and hope that maybe what happened would have helped Ella open up somehow.
But she staged sleep when I entered the bedroom, shooting my hopes to hell.
I figured being close to her would help me sleep a few hours because yesterday proved I need to give one hundred and ten percent all the time. But sleeping was the last thing