The Love Boat
Obsmama and Maxandmo and carenl and mtneer05 and GeekChic12 and Kikki007 and Meg...it takes a harem.
Now do you all have your heartfail hankies out? Here we go...
Chapter 15 Pirate (EPOV)
Last time on The Love Boat…
Bella got pissy when Edward went golfing, but he left before he even saw the amazing fourteenth hole. He came back to the ship so he and Bella could get their rocks off at the spa while the massage therapist watched. It ended like this:
Once in the room, Edward and I re-dressed in our clothes in complete silence and with eyes averted. Or at least, mine were. He took my hand again, leading the way out of the spa. Just as we passed the front desk, I heard Caren whisper, "You should get the purple bracelets."
Shocked, I glanced at the white band on my wrist and back at her, just in time to see her wink.
Bella hid behind her hair, her eyes never leaving the floor as I led her through the hallways to the elevator. Once the doors closed and it was just the two of us, she let out a sigh of relief.
"Bella, are you okay?"
She nodded. I turned to stand in front of her and slid my hands up and down her arms. "I know it was a little embarrassing…"
"A little?" She scoffed.
I leaned down and pressed my forehead to hers. "Bella, let it go. Please? I don't want this to be one more thing that sets us back." I knew some of her hesitance had to do with insecurity, and I was worried that being caught in the spa had the potential to make her doubt herself even more.
"That's what you're worried about? That I won't want to have sex with you?" she asked tentatively.
Hell yes. I was going to be the only guy in history to actually die from blue balls— and on a ship full of sexual libertines. Oh god, the irony. "No—well not entirely. I don't want us to be uncomfortable and awkward again. I like being with you; I like us. Don't let this be something that messes that up."
She relaxed slightly, but there was still a sadness in her eyes. "But, those women, they're going to think I'm a—slut." She dropped her chin and whispered the word "slut."
"They're not, Bella. First of all, we probably won't even see them again for the rest of the cruise, so who cares? Second, they think we're married. And lastly, look where we are. That was nothing compared to what's happening everywhere else on this ship! They've probably been rubbing out sex-swing charley horses and cricked necks from bad rounds of 'swallow the leader' since the ship left Port Canaveral."
She giggled. It was so much better than seeing the humiliation on her beautiful face. "Swallow the leader?"
"Yeah. It's like sixty-nine, but with—more people."
She tilted her head in confusion. "Sixty-nine?"
She looked at me blankly.
Jesus Christ, did she just walk out of a convent? "It's where a guy and a girl eat each other out, at the same time."
"Like at Applebee's?"
My jaw opened and closed a couple of times, and I ran my hands through my hair before looking at the ceiling, completely exasperated.
She burst into a sharp peal of laughter.
"Oh, my God. You knew, and you made me try to explain it?"
She bit her lip and nodded. "The look on your face… it was priceless."
"Very funny." I couldn't help but smile myself. She was adorable, and I was relieved that she wasn't really that naive.
The elevator dinged, and I pulled her down the hall to our cabin.
As soon as the door closed, Bella turned to face me. "Thank you. You were right. I just needed some help getting over the shock, know what I mean?" She tugged on my shirt a little and looked up at me with her big, chocolate eyes. It made me want her in a primitive, 'Ugg want Ayla' way that was unacceptable for a modern, enlightened man like myself. I wanted to finally claim her, to mark her and make sure everyone knew she was mine.
I nodded and took her hands to bring her closer. Her toe caught the carpet or air or something, and she fell into my arms, pushing me against the wall. I chuckled and took a half-step back, sliding up the wall to stand straight, pulling her upright as well. "Are you okay?"
She started to nod, but then her eyes caught mine, and she stepped forward to press herself against me. She reached up on her toes and grazed her hands along my sides to rest on my shoulders for leverage. "Do you remember that first night?"
"The night you told me you thought I was gay?"
"And made me your bed-making slave?"
She blushed and bit her lip, nodding again.
"And you offered to share your shoulder blanket?"
As I bent down for a kiss, she leaned to the side and tapped the wall next to my shoulder. "Do you remember what happened right here?"
"This wall?" I looked up at the ceiling and squinted my eyes, as if I were trying to remember. "I'm not sure."
"Maybe this will remind you," she whispered as she pressed her lips to the base of my throat. "What about now?"
I shrugged. "Maybe."
She rose on her toes to leave a trail of kisses along my neck. It took everything in me not to throw her on the bed when she lightly grazed my throat with her teeth and started gently sucking my Adam's apple.
I palmed her ass, groaning as I squeezed.
My head snapped to the door with the sound of three sharp knocks.
Fuck. I banged the back of my head on the wall. "I swear to god, if that's Alice, I'm stuffing her in your fucking trunk."
Bella giggled as she went to the door, but I reached for her arm, halting her movements. "Go away," I yelled toward the door.
"Edward?" Alice asked through the door. "Is Bella in there with you?"
"I'm here. We're…um…we're busy," Bella answered back, shrugging at me while biting back a giggle.
"Oh my god. Are you two knocking boots?" Alice wailed.
I bellowed, "Yes!" at the same time Bella admonished, "Alice!"
Bella looked at me and burst into full-fledged giggles.
I let out a resigned sigh as I looked at the door. "I'll be over there in twenty minutes, Alice."
"Twenty minutes?" Bella questioned. "I'm not sure whether to be impressed or disappointed."
"Oh, you'll definitely be impressed, and it's going to take much more than twenty minutes," I said, backing her toward the bed.
"Oh really?" She reached for my collar and pulled me down with her.
I nodded into the crook of her neck as I peppered her shoulder with kisses.
Bella moaned softly, her hands twining in my hair. "But, I didn't even bring boots," she said in a soft, raspy whisper that only kindled my need for her, despite, or maybe because of her silliness.
I raised myself on my forearms to hover over this beautiful woman below me. I really didn't have a barometer for the feeling she stirred inside me, but I knew I wanted more of her and more with her. I cradled her face in my hands and let myself get momentarily lost in her expressive eyes. She smiled sweetly at me. "Let me take you on a date tonight."
"A date?" she asked with a trace of confusion.
"Yeah. I got some ideas from the cruise director, Julie. I was thinking maybe we could try that fancy restaurant on the promenade, maybe go for a walk on the deck. There's a movie theater on board too." Why did I feel like that lame middle schooler again?
Bella blushed and looked away for a moment before she turned her head back to me and met my gaze. She gave me a dazzling smile. "I'd love to go on a date with you tonight."
I felt myself relax, and a broad smile crossed my face. We just stared at each other in silence.
"Did you think I was going to say no?"
"I'm not sure there's anything I could refuse you." She brushed her hand in a lazy circuit on the back of my arm.
"I'll have to keep that in mind," I said with a wink.
She scoffed playfully. "Especially with that 'I can get anything I want' wink."
"Nice to know," I said with another wink.
She chortled. "Here, all this time, I thought you were winking at me, and you really just have a tic."
"I'll give you a tic," I teased, sucking on the soft dip of her shoulder.
She giggled and writhed as if I were tickling her, so I thought I might as well. She squealed and slapped my shoulder. I finally let up when she warned she was about to pee her pants.
I kissed a trail to her perfect lips, keeping the final kisses as chaste as I could, otherwise, I might not be able to stop. "Can you be ready in an hour?"
She nodded, trying to pull more of my weight onto her.
"I'll be back in an hour then." I gave her a quick peck and quickly stood.
She raised up on her elbows and looked at me like I was crazy. "Where are you going?"
"I'm going to get ready at Alice and Jasper's so I can pick you up like a real date."
"A real date?" One eyebrow rose. "So will there be a goodnight kiss at the door after this date?"
"I fucking hope so," I said, winking as I headed for the door. I pulled the door open, and Alice practically fell into our room. "Were you standing there with your ear to the door?"
"Nooo," she drew out, defensively.
I glanced at Bella and then to her trunk. Her eyes followed mine, and as we looked back at each other, we shared a wicked grin.
Exactly an hour after walking out our cabin door, I was knocking on it to pick Bella up for our date.
She opened the door, and my eyes zeroed in on the top of her dark blue, sleeveless dress, and then the bottom of the skirt just above her knees, and back to her tits. After four days of near constant torture, I wanted nothing more than to push her back into the room and tear away the two-foot band of fabric keeping me from what I wanted most.
"Um…hi?" Bella said.
My head shot up to hers with a guilty grin. I silently admonished myself for those thoughts. Even though part of me wanted nothing more than to throw her over my shoulder and drag her into my cave, the bigger part of me wanted more than that. I had this feeling that meeting Bella again was the start of something— something bigger than a quick and dirty fuck. This "date" was what I needed to show her that.
"Hi. You look stunning," I said.
Bella blushed and looked at her feet for a moment before looking back up at me. We stood there, with the door open wide, half in the hall, making moony eyes at each other until I remembered the flowers.
"Shit. I meant to get you flowers." I should have had plenty of time to swing by the florist, but I didn't realize how distracting Alice would be, sharing her constant buzz of advice, as I tried to get ready. "Stay right here," I said, holding her in place by her shoulders before turning down the hall. "I'll be right back."
"No, no, no." Bella grabbed my wrist and pulled me back in front of her. She didn't let go when she added, "I don't need flowers."
"But, I wanted to do everything right. I'm usually better than this. I don't know why I'm so discombobulated."
"I like you—discombobulated. I think this is pretty right." She looked at our linked hands, a shy smile spreading across her face. "Plus, you already know I'm kind of a spaz. I can't really judge."
"Uh, I am. The bed. The fan. The sunscreen," she counted off on her fingers. "I can own my crazy. You should see me eat Lucky Charms."
"Lucky Charms? How do you eat Lucky Charms?"
"On average, there's six cereal pieces for every marbit."
"Those are the marshmallow pieces. They're called marbits."
I smiled at her matter-of-fact explanation.
"I can tell you're just humoring me, but that really is the perfect ratio to eat them. If you have a disproportionate number of marbits, it's too sweet and you run out of them at the end of the box, and who wants to eat a bowl full of Lucky Charms without the marshmallows?"
"Makes sense." I nodded. "So you eat one marbit and six regular pieces per spoonful?"
She wrinkled her forehead and looked at me like I was crazy. "Don't be silly. I'm not that crazy." She smiled brightly and announced, "Sometimes I have two marbits and twelve cereals pieces."
She cracked me up. "I find your crazy adorable."
"Well, I rather enjoy your discombobulation. So I guess we're the perfect pair."
"Told you so!" Alice's voice chirped behind me.
I looked over my shoulder and heard Alice swear. I didn't think she meant to call attention to the fact that she'd been spying on us. "Don't you have a roping class to get ready for?"
She squeaked and shut the door quickly.
I turned back to a snickering Bella.
"Shall we?" I said, offering my arm.
"Let's!" she giggled.
The table for two in a dimly lit corner of Athenodora's on the Promenade was much more intimate than the main dining room, and it seemed to be miles away from the lifestyle theme. Bella and I fell into an easy conversation, catching each other up on the last twelve years of our lives. Her passion for teaching was almost contagious, and I wondered what she'd look like in action with a room of five year olds hanging on her every word.
It was almost enough to make me forget how much I wanted to just drag her back to the room and finish what we started before my high ideals interrupted us. Almost.
After dinner, we walked hand in hand through the promenade, careful to avoid those kiosks that catered to this specific cruise. The conversation shifted more toward me. Bella admitted that she had always thought I was a "serial dater," which was really just a polite way to say she thought I was a skirt-chasing douchebag. It made me wonder what my mother and aunt said about me, and even more if they really thought that of me. I'd had a couple of semi-serious relationships, and in between, I dated. But I never cheated. The women I dated had mutual expectations, and I was always truthful and respectful. That didn't make me a player, did it?
"I think your impression of my love life is greatly exaggerated." I chuckled, trying to keep the topic light while still defending myself.
"Oh really?" She tilted her head and smiled mischievously. "So no rapid succession of flavor of the month? No random, last call hook-ups?"
I couldn't say never, but I couldn't exactly admit it either. "Not as many as you seem to think."
Her smile seemed to falter just a bit; it was almost imperceivable, but I still felt it in my chest. "It doesn't matter, even if there was," I added smugly.
"Ah, there's that smirk again." Her eyes danced as she pointed to the corner of my mouth. "You must think you have an awful good reason why it doesn't matter."
I shrugged. "I'm reformed."
She raised an eyebrow. "Reformed?"
I nodded confidently.
"You're a reformed lothario?" she asked doubtfully, biting her lip. "And when did that happen?"
I waited until her eyes met mine. "Four days ago, when you ran to the library, a woman came on to me. She was attractive, and she offered me pretty much anything I wanted. But all I could think of was how I had to find you."
She silently looked at me, searching for the truth. "That's what you were talking about the first night, when I asked you why you weren't looking at other women," she said quietly.
I nodded without breaking my gaze from her beautiful eyes.
Her brows furrowed as she considered what I'd said, and I saw acceptance cross her face with a pretty smile and a blush.
I leaned down and placed a tender kiss on the corner of her mouth, and before she could react, I tugged on her hand in the direction of the theater. "We'd better hurry if we don't want to miss the movie."
Bella followed, shaking her head to clear it. I did that to her. The primitive part of my brain grunted with pride. "What if I want to miss the movie?"
"We can't miss the movie. This is a real date; a real date is dinner and a movie."
She laughed brightly. "Then I guess we better go to the movie. What are we seeing?"
I stopped in my tracks for a moment. What movie was it? I looked up the time the movie started, but I didn't pay attention to what movie it was. "Um…I don't know," I admitted hesitantly.
"You don't know?" Bella looked around, and lowered her voice. "What if it's a porno?"
My first thought was how fucking awesome it would be to watch porn with Bella. Then, I thought about it being Bella, and I was pretty sure she wasn't into that. At least not yet. I had a feeling she might be less inhibited than even she knew, but she definitely wasn't there yet. And even if she was, we certainly wouldn't want to do that in a theater full of people.
"Edward?" Bella's voice pulled me out of my thoughts.
"Why would they be showing a…" I trailed off as I looked around, and my eyes landed on the Four-play, The Rubber Dicky and Masturbation Station kiosks, "…I'm pretty sure it's not a porno." Please don't let it be a porno.
I let out a relieved breath as we rounded the corner and I could see that the latest mainstream romantic comedy was showing today. "See?" I pointed at the sign. "Told you it wasn't a dirty movie."
"Uh-huh. Sure," she said, giving me a playful side-eye.
The theater wasn't crowded; there were only two other couples seated. Bella and I took our seats just as the lights dimmed. She was enthralled with watching the movie, and I was enthralled with watching her laugh, sigh and bite her lip when it looked like the haphazard couple may not end up together at the end of the movie. It was amazing to still see some of that awkward bookworm I knew growing up in the smart, funny, sexy woman next to me.
Bella didn't move to get up as the credits rolled, and she told me we had to wait until the credits were at least halfway through so we didn't miss any extra scenes or bloopers. But as soon as the slow strains of the third song played, she stood and announced there probably wasn't any.
I followed her down the steps. The singer's sultry voice started as we stepped onto the landing, and on an impulse, I stopped in my tracks. "Dance with me?"
Bella looked at me questioningly as I slowly reached for her and drew her into my arms. We began swaying to the music as the credits continued to roll behind us.
A smile pulled at her lips as she rested her head on my shoulder. I couldn't stop myself from drawing her closer, enjoying the way her warm body fit so perfectly into mine.
Bella lifted her head, studying my face. "You know, you don't have to do all this, right? I'm kind of a sure thing."
She still didn't quite seem to get it. "I'm not doing all this just to get laid."
She tilted her head and cocked a doubtful eyebrow. "Are you going to hold out on me again tonight?"
"Definitely not," I chuckled. "I don't know what it is, but I feel… more with you. It's too early to profess my undying love and to make promises about the future, but what if?"
My heart felt like it was going to beat out of my chest. Even in the dim light from the projector, Bella's eyes sparkled. I continued. "What if meeting you again, here, really is kismet?"
Our swaying slowed to a near stop. Bella's eyes fixed on mine.
"What if all this is just the start of all that?" I whispered. "What if this is the story we tell our grandkids?"
Bella drew back slightly, her eyes still locked on mine. She didn't say anything, and I had no idea what she was thinking. My arms tightened around her instinctively, to keep her there.
A small smile crossed her lips, and her arms snaked around my neck, pulling me to her. My body sagged in relief. Just before our lips touched, I had to confess. "You scared me. I thought you were going to run."
I felt her smile broaden as her lips grazed mine. "As if I could outrun you."
Both of our heads snapped to a loud wolf-whistle at the entrance of the theater where a uniformed theater attendant was leaning on his lobby broom.
I groaned, and Bella hid her face in my shoulder. "I didn't think we'd get interrupted with Alice… all tied up."
"Did you— just joke about Alice taking her rope bondage class?"
She rocked back on her heels and nodded confidently, despite the deep blush that stained her cheeks.
"Saucy. I like it."
She chuckled, and I took her hand to lead her past the attendant. "You no have to stop for me," he called out in his slightly sleazy, broken English. "I likes to watch."
We made our way out of the theater and back to our cabin, and Bella looked surprised when I stopped at the door to face her. "I had a wonderful evening, Bella."
Bella opened her mouth to say something, but no sound came out. Her eyebrows knit together, creating a cute little wrinkle between them. I gave her my most charming smile. "I'd like to see you again sometime." I knew I was being a little cheeky about this whole date thing, but every time I sort of went over the top about it, her eyes sparkled with amusement, and that was quickly becoming one of my favorite expressions of hers.
She looked down the hall and back to me. That cute wrinkle became more pronounced as she tilted her head. "What are you doing?"
"This is a real date. I'm being a gentleman and seeing you to your door." I winked.
Her smile lit up her entire face. She took a half a step closer. Her voice was nearly a whisper. "Real date. Right. So am I going to get a good night kiss?" I felt weak in the knees as she looked up at me through her lashes.
Her eyes swept from my lips to my eyes and back. I moistened my bottom lip before I took half a step nearer to her and lowly admitted, "I didn't want to make any assumptions, but I was hoping."
"Do you think I'm the kind of girl who kisses on the first date?"
I dipped my head toward her ear, brushing her arm with the back of my finger. "If you think about it, this isn't our first date."
"It's not?" she whispered.
"Nope, there was that time you took my breath away at Rusty's."
The back of my finger slid up her arm to caress the bare skin of her collarbone. "And our library rendezvous."
"Hmmm." Bella leaned into my hand as I grazed the column of her neck. She caught on to my plan and added, "Remember the romantic walk on the beach in Coco Cay."
"Yeah, but I'm surprised you do." I winked and leaned a little closer, stroking her cheek. "But I'll never forget that dance at the pajama party."
"Wow, that's like five or six dates. I guess I really am a good girl."
"Maybe I don't want you to be good," I murmured against her lips.
"No?" she asked breathlessly.
"No." A smirk tugged at the corner of my mouth. I shook my head.
"Good," she whispered, so close that I felt the tip of her tongue as she moistened her bottom lip. "I'm tired of being good."
She took my bottom lip into hers, tentatively at first, but quickly becoming more fervid as she flung her arms around my neck, pulling me down to her and pressing herself more into my body at the same time.
Any control I had snapped. I picked her up by her waist; her legs wrapped around my hips as her back slammed into the door. In that moment, it wouldn't have mattered if Alice and Bob and Joham and the guy in the theater were all watching because I needed more of her. I groaned into her mouth as her fingers twisted and tugged at my hair, urging me to press into her harder and harder until we were fused together.
Her soft moans reminded me of the sounds she made while she was lying on the massage table and I couldn't touch her. I wanted to touch more of her, feel more of her. My hands stroked the smooth skin of her thighs, bunching the hem of her dress.
I felt Bella's heart racing against my chest as she broke the kiss, panting into my mouth as my fingers wrapped around the inside of her thighs, grazing the soft material there. Her head thumped against the door, giving my lips access to her neck.
"Oh god, Edward," she said breathlessly. "Open…open the door. Please."
As soon as we were through the door, Bella was back in my arms. She reached back behind herself awkwardly, before sighing into a kiss and giving up. Against my lips she asked, "Can you unzip me?"
My lips brushed hers as I nodded and snaked my arms around her torso to pull at the tiny tab of her zipper while walking her backward until the backs of her legs hit the bed.
My knee pressed into the bed at Bella's hip, but she pushed back against my chest with one hand and wrapped the other around her dress, keeping it in place. "This isn't right."
Part of me wanted to say fuck no, this is happening, but the saner part of my brain prevailed. I slid off the bed and stood upright in front of her, waiting for an explanation.
"It's not fair." She looked at her lap, biting back a smirk as she played with the hem resting against her thighs. "You have all those clothes on, and I just have this."
Relief washed through me. She wanted to tease me. Challenge accepted. In my lowest, most seductive voice, I reminded her, "I know you're wearing panties, because they were the only thing between these," I said, wiggling my fingers, "and your pretty little pussy in the hall."
Her mouth fell open into the cutest little gasp, but the excitement in her wide eyes belied any offense. "Still, you have on your shirt, pants, belt, socks, shoes. I just have this dress and the aforementioned panties that saved my virtue out there," she said, pointing at the door.
"Easily fixed," I said, toeing off my shoes and socks. Her eyes nervously flitted around my body before locking with mine. I took off my watch and raised an eyebrow. "Better?"
She blushed and dropped her eyes back to her lap. I reached for my belt, but she still sat on the edge of the bed, holding her dress to her chest, completely focused on its hem, the bedspread, or anything else but me.
"It's okay to watch, you know. That's kind of how this whole strip-tease thing works."
Her eyes shot back to mine. "Strip-tease?" She reddened even more and dropped her chin back down, but her eyes stayed on mine, watching me through her lashes.
Her eyes followed my hands to my waist. I pulled the tab of my belt against the buckle especially slow, exaggerating the action, before releasing it to hang at my hips. Her breathing quickened, exciting me even more. I unbuttoned my shirt in a flash, discarding it on the floor at my feet. "Now?"
She shrugged again, but this time with a coy smile. I wasn't sure if it was an act or her inexperience, but either way I couldn't help but tease her. So I slipped my hand in my pocket, and pulled out a condom. "Here, why don't you hold this," I said, winking.
Bella broke our gaze to look down at the foil packet in her lap.
"You're missing the show, Bella," I said as I unzipped my pants and lowered them with my boxers. Her eyes snapped up just in time to see me stand in all my naked glory.
Bella's mouth fell open as she ogled me.
"Your turn." I closed the distance between us, pressing one knee into the bed beside her.
She leaned away from me, bracing herself with one arm behind her, the other still clutching her dress. Her knee bent, grazing my hip, she set her heel on the bed to lift her ass and scoot further up the mattress. Thinking quickly, I grabbed the hem of her little blue dress, pulling it away as she slipped out of the loose fabric and landed in the middle of the bed in nothing but those damn panties.
"You did that on purpose!"
"Yep," I said as I crawled over her almost bare body. If it were physically possible for me to get any harder, seeing her laid out under me would have done it. "You're so fucking beautiful."
She smiled sweetly as her hands blazed a path up my arms to my shoulders and back. I swept my hand down her neck, across her shoulder, following the soft curve of her side to her hip. I tugged at the little scrap of material there, and she dropped one of her hands to pull down the other side as she lifted her hips and wiggled out of her panties.
I moved between her legs, pushing them open with my knee against her thigh. Every pass of our heated tongues took more of our breath. I lowered more of my weight onto her body as Bella's hands found their way back to the fine hairs at the nape of my neck.
I traced the soft curve of her breast to her side and over her hip, trailing my fingers behind her knee. Her moan deepened as I lifted her leg over my hip. Bella writhed under my hand as it smoothed a circuit from the back of her knee to her ass and back.
My lips dropped to her neck, gently sucking as my cock found a rhythm, sliding against her.
Bella's panting was broken by her soft moans. "Oh god, Edward...please tell me you're already wearing the condom."
Shit. I shot up on my heels, frantically patting the bed. "Condom…condom…where's the fucking condom?"
Bella giggled. I shot her a dirty look, but the sight of her, naked, propped up on her elbows with her legs spread on either side of mine snapped me out of my irritation. I spied the packet near her ankle and reached for it, tearing it open as I returned to my haunches. I wanted to stare into Bella's eyes, to see the desire pooling in them as I slowly rolled the barrier over my length; but Bella wasn't looking into my eyes. Her gaze was trained my cock.
"You like that?" I stroked myself more than necessary. She bit her lip as her blush returned, but she didn't look away. "Do you want the honors? I love the feel of your sweet little hands on my dick."
She shook her head, and I made a show of squeezing, pinching and rolling it down my shaft.
"Edward," she pled, in a low, raspy tone, "stop torturing me…please."
Her soft, throaty "please" almost killed me. I'd give her anything she asked for like that, but this I needed as much as she did. I pulled her leg back over my hip, lined myself up and pressed against her center. "As you wish."
"Westley!" Bella's gasp dissolved into a long moan as I slid into her for the first time.
"Who. The. Fuck. Is. Westley?" I punctuated each word with a thrust.
Her hands raked down my sides and back up in the same rhythm, as she arched into me. "From The Princess…oh god…never mind."
"Never mind? Never mind?" I asked with mock irritation. "You call me by some pirate's name, and you say never mind?"
"Pirate?" Her eyes widened, then her expression lightened and she laughed fully. Her hands went to my hair, tugging me to her lips, so close that they brushed mine as she whispered, "You're a dick," and crashed her mouth to mine.
"But you like my dick." She nodded emphatically, and brought her other leg over my hip, locking them behind me. I groaned at the feel of her heels pressing against me. I dropped more of my weight onto her, bracing myself on my forearms under her shoulders.
I brushed my thumbs against her cheekbones, holding her sweet face. "Bella, are you close?" I breathed into her mouth. "Please say you're close."
I pushed into her harder and faster, urging her to come with me, but the more I tried to give her hers, the harder it was to stave off mine. "Come with me, Bella?"
She squeezed her eyes closed in concentration, giving up and slightly shaking her head. She kissed my throat and my jaw, bringing her lips to the shell of my ear. "You feel so good inside me." She gently bit on my earlobe and tightened her grip on my hair.
I groaned in defeat, stilling as I released. I pulled out of her, rolling to my side and brought my hand to cup her cheek as I kissed her tenderly and came down from my orgasm. "I'm sorry."
She brushed my hair out of my eyes. "It was amazing."
"But you didn't come." She shifted to lie on her back beside me, with her head resting on my bicep. I reached out to draw lazy circles around the outside of her breast to her hip.
Her fingers traced the ridge of my eyebrow, circling around my ear. "Some women just can't. It wasn't you. I've never during." She lowered her eyes, as if she were swallowing her shame and repeated, "It wasn't you."
I leaned over her, fondling her breast, and dragged my hand down her body. "It's not too late," I said, flicking her folds with the back of my finger.
Bella gasped, her hand flying to my wrist. "You don't have to, Edward. I always just do it later. It's okay."
"But I want to see it." I tilted her chin to look into her eyes.
She jumped when I played with her entrance with the tips of my fingers. "It's still sensitive," she explained.
"Good." I kissed her, sucking her tongue roughly as my fingers plunged into her. She moaned against my mouth, hissing as my thumb found her clit.
Her hand slid over my shoulder to my forearm and back, her writhing setting the pace for my ministrations. Her muffled whimpers became more erratic, and I broke the kiss to rest my forehead on hers.
"I should have lasted longer."
"I even took care of myself in the shower earlier."
"You? In the shower? You…"
"Every fucking time since we boarded this boat."
The circuit she rubbed on my arm became shorter and more frantic. "You take a lot of showers."
I nodded against her forehead. "Because you make me so fucking hard all the time."
Her breathing hitched into a low keening.
"I wanted to fuck you over the table at Rusty's."
"Oh god…" Her hand flexed against my shoulder, gently tapping as she started to lose control.
I curled my fingers, searching for the spot that would tip her over the edge. "And on the island."
Her legs began to quiver.
"And every fucking time you throw your leg over that damn body pillow, I want to turn you over and fuck you into next week."
"Eh…oh god..." her words were lost in a primal scream. She pushed my hand away from her pussy with so much force, I lost my balance and was falling to the floor.
Before I could realize what happened, she scrambled across the bed and over the edge, straddling me on the floor and peppering my face and neck with kisses between rambling.
"Oh my God, Edward. Are you okay? I'm so sorry. Are you okay?"
I stroked her thighs. "I'm fine."
"I'm so sorry." Holding my face, she alternated between kissing my cheeks and lips.
"I'm fine." I chuckled, sitting up. "How are you?"
"Edward, that was...it was amazing. Thank you...No one has ever given me one before...they've all been self-service." She looked away from me, avoiding eye contact.
I pulled her chin to face me. "Not anymore."
She smiled brilliantly. "Yeah. Not anymore."
Did I say heartfail hanky? I was just teasing. There is no heartfail on The Love Boat. Ever. :)
Thank you so much for staying with me. If you need my excuses, PM me here, or DM me on Twitter, or message me on FB, or ping me on Skype. I'll be happy to over-share and whine.
Also, Edward's wish to lock Alice in Bella's trunk came courtesy of a lilsunnysaunt from chapter 13. It was so perfect; I just had to use it. ;)