and started to undress. He took off the jacket and pointed to the hanger it needed to be on. Together we hung it back up. Michael removed his tie and shirt and together we put them back in the wardrobe. Michael’s pajamas were just a pair of boxer shorts which he put on in front of me.
We then settled on our cots and were astounded by the sheer number and brightness of the stars. Not a cloud in the sky and the stars twinkled in the darkness. That was one of those moments that needed to be recorded as a superlative event in life and, of course, shared with someone special.
I finished off my wine and closed my eyes.
After a minute, I opened my eyes.
“I have to go pee and these lounges are too far apart.” I whined.
Michael agreed and we moved our cots closer together. I used his bathroom to brush my teeth and wash my face and to moisturize. Michael stayed right with me the entire time I was performing my night time maintenance routine. Except when I used the toilet, I made him wait on the other side of the door. I kept in contact with the door and so did he. He didn’t like it. When he heard the toilet flush, he opened the door and rushed into the bathroom, running into me with determination and wrapped me up in his arms while I was trying to wash my hands. I just let him hang on while I finished up drying my hands and applying lotion. Then I turned around in his embrace and stretched my arms around his waist. We held that pose for a couple of minutes. It was nice to feel the reconnect after any amount of time separated. My turn to search for his pinkie; I found it and hooked up.
After we lay back down, made sure our pinkies were hooked, took our duet of deep breaths, the sign that it was ok to go to sleep and welcomed dreamland. It’d been a strange day.
Sometime in the middle of the night dreamland turned erotic. I couldn’t make out faces or even complete shapes but the voices were husky and filled with desire and intent. Somewhere deep inside my dream was the scent of wild honeysuckle; it made my belly quiver. It was so close I could in point of fact taste it on my tongue, sweet and delicious.
I heard a familiar sound; Michael was snoring near by – very near by. I opened my eyes to find Michael snuggled in close to me on my cot. I instinctively gave him more room and he rolled into the curve of my shoulder and turned his body sidewise, his face inches from my own; he took up very little room on the cot, his breath intoxicating to the point of utter distraction. Even though I could move, I felt as though I were penned down. It wasn’t uncomfortable quite the contrary, felt secure and protected. That was the connection, it was all good.
Protected his body with my warm blanket then placed my left hand on the back of his head; maybe that was my possessive and comforting move. I could clearly hear his heartbeat as it beat exactly like mine. Snuggled in as close as I could get and closed my eyes; I was out in only a minute. Picking up where I left off in my erotic dream with shapeless and faceless figures shocking me with caressing feathers, stimulating me without my permission. I could have said something, even in my dream to resist but was afraid if I moved they would go away. I wanted them to continue caressing me and I wanted to give them my consent.
When I woke up, I was still cuddled up to Michael, my arms around his waist, my head tucked into the crook of his arm pit and both of his arms wrapped around me. I don’t ever remember moving – I have no recollection of how we got into that position. Again, it wasn’t awful, quite the contrary, I felt rested and soothed. Trying to remember the events of the night though was like trying to catch fireflies that blinked and disappeared as soon as they were seen. So we left the night behind us and looked to the lazy 4th day aboard ship.
Experiments
It’s a good thing that we weren’t going anywhere because it took so long to do stuff and remain connected. Before we got up from our bed, Michael pulled me tight into him, kissed me on the pulse at my temple and ran his hands over my back, feeling the silk between him and my bare skin. I felt a sweet shiver as his fingers touched the skin under my pajamas. In response, I put my face on his chest and took his left nipple between my teeth as a warning; I applied only enough torque on my bite to send him into a frenzy. He tried to get his mouth on me to taste me and to pull at me. When I thought he was too aggressive, I squeezed my teeth together on that tender little nipple, his reaction swift and resolute. He was utterly still in anticipation. I made him wait in that state of expectation for a minute more than was probably necessary. While I held his nipple between my teeth, I slowly massaged it with the tip of my tongue. He was deep inside the experience and was writhing when I finally released his nipple from the grip of my teeth and suckled his breast tenderly to console him. He was consoled and nearly spent. He was, too easy.
Holy crap! Was that real? I was stunned by what I’d just done. How could I ever explain that?
I had to get away from him before I did something I used to enjoy doing with my husband in the mornings. My head was so muddled that I could only thank my small bladder for getting me out of bed.
On the side of the bed I sat looking at Michael. He had his hand under my pajamas and flat on my back; his fingers were open to their fullest extension and each finger gripped my skin in a leisurely kneading action – again not unpleasant. My plan to ease out of our connection and then run to the bathroom was looking a bit dim. For a moment, I allowed myself the enjoyment of his foreplay. It was no picnic to willingly take myself away from those sensations. Suddenly, I knew that that moment, when he was so preoccupied with his “inevitable satisfaction” was the single best time to get to the bathroom before he caught me.
I twisted around on the chaise, as though I were jockeying for a better position, which I was – I really should have thought that through a bit better because when I turned my body, Michael’s hand was still under my pajama top and now his hand, under my pajama top was spread across my right breast with the continued kneading action. Not to sound like a broken record but that, too, was not unpleasant. I was honestly trying to get away from him so that I could take care of some woman stuff.
Our sighs were deep and ready. Michael was fully involved when I disengaged and flew off the lounge, through the slider, past the stateroom, and into the bathroom – Christ, I was super fuckin’ woman. I slammed the door and locked it. I stripped and jumped into the shower, not waiting for the water to get hot. I washed my hair with the cruise line shampoo, shaved my legs and underarms and dried off in less than ten minutes. As I dried, I heard Michael outside the door; when I touched the door, contact was made. That move, I told myself was more for Michael than it was for me. But as if to call me a liar to my face the current surged into my muscles and I needed to lean on the sink for support as my legs were on the verge of buckling. The waves continued to surge and continued to distract me.
Ever so quietly, somewhere in the deep hidden part of my brain I saw that something was out of place, a hint, a fright, and the build of adrenaline without my knowing why.
“Michael,” I whispered in a voice just barely conscious and rough with inexplicable fear.
“Michael, are you alright?”
I heard him pull in a deep quivering jagged breath.
“Please…, please finish quickly.”
“Michael, put your back to the door, lean your whole body into the door.” I listen with my forehead touching the wall between us. My own body tingling from the connection, I had to struggle to keep my senses. I whispered through the barrier.
“Michael, talk to me, please.”
Then, without warning our duo sighs, deep and controlled brought us confidence and a measure of hope that we lost sight of. His voice was stronger but still shaken. “I’m
