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his thick warmth press against me. My lips were swollen, and I was soaking wet. Despite his size, he slid easily inside me. It was tight though, and I felt a splitting sensation, but the small prick of pain washed away with the warmth and friction of him inside me.

His hands slid back to my hips, to the thickness of my ass. He dug his fingers in, and he started to slowly slide in and out. The sensation of him filling me took over everything. It didn’t matter if I opened or closed my eyes, because even with open eyes, I saw nothing but the blackness of the night meeting the blackness of the sea in front of me. The sky was overcast, and there were no stars tonight. My whole world had become those inches of surface area where Noah’s skin touched mine.

My inner walls clenched him tight, and he groaned. He fucked faster. His hips slapped against my ass. The water from the hot tub had evaporated, but sweat was forming now.

Our sweaty bodies pounded against each other. I moved against his thrusts, wanting to feel him in every way I could. I wanted to maximize every sensation. I tried as hard as I could not to think of it, but I realized that this could be the last time we’d ever do this, and I didn’t want to ever regret not fucking him back as hard as I could. I didn’t want to regret not milking him for every last drop he had to give.

Then it happened. The way great, mind-blowing, once-in-a-lifetime sex tends to happen. We went from feeling good and warm and wet—feeling those nice physical sensations to feeling something deeper. Something almost spiritual. Adrenaline surged through me. The physical sensations became twice as intense. I was twice as wet, and Noah’s cock pulsed deep and full inside me. I felt connected to him. Fiercely and intensely connected, and then the orgasm started to hit me.

It rocked through my body. I clung to the railing as if the ship were about to sink, and Noah’s fingers dug so deep into my hips that he was surely going to leave a mark. He fucked me with an intense ferocity and speed, and just as the orgasm rocked from my body to my heart to my head, his cock exploded inside of me. His warm gift filled me up one pump at a time, until I was overflowing. Until we both collapsed down onto the ground. I collapsed down onto a sopping wet towel, and I didn’t even care.

I rolled off the towel and curled up against Noah. I stroked his cock as it slowly softened. I ran my finger across his tip and felt some of that thick cum that was still inside me. I ran my finger up to my mouth, and once I was sure he was watching, I put my finger into my mouth and sucked the cum off of it.

“Fuck, Lacey,” he said.

“The sex was so good,” I said, “that I thought maybe you’d taste like honey. Like your cum was blessed by the gods.”

“How did it taste? Was it sweet like honey?”

“Too salty,” I said, laughing. “It tasted like cum.”

He grinned. “Next time I’m going to taste you.”

Our eyes met. I didn’t need to ask it, my eyes asked the question for me: Was there going to be a next time?

He put his hand on my chin and nodded. “We have six more nights on this cruise, Lacey.”

Six nights together. With Noah. Like this. I looked up at the sky. It was so dark and black that it might have been that I was looking down into the ocean.

I held his hand and squeezed.

We laid like that for a long time, but eventually we went back inside, and I couldn’t stand the thought of not sleeping in his arms, so I crawled into bed with him.

I snuggled up against him. “Your room is like twice the size of mine. And my room is huge.”

“I’m twice the size of you,” he said, “it’s only fair.”

We laid together like that, and even though I badly wanted to talk to him—to really get to know him more—I also just wanted to have him hold me warm and tight in those big strong arms as we both drifted into sleep.

10

Noah

I woke up with Lacey’s head resting on my chest. I moved slowly and propped my pillow up against the headboard so that I could sit