Chapter 5

5

LEXIE

I just had an orgasm. My first ever.

I was on the top deck of a cruise ship, sounds of the ocean all around us. My breasts were bared for a man I’d basically just met, and I’d just come all over my panties. Oh, and I’d also given a blowjob for the first time in my life.

Did that count as a blowjob? I hadn’t gone all the way with it.

I expected Austin to jump right into sex once I’d been satisfied, but instead, he pulled me down for another long kiss. The passion behind that kiss, combined with the way he’d looked at me in the seconds before it, had me heating up all over again.

Was it possible to come a second time? I’d just had an orgasm. There was probably a waiting period before I could have one again.

“Take off those panties,” he said when he finally broke the kiss.

His voice was gruff, filled with desire. He wanted me. I’d never thought it possible that someone so hot would want little old me, a virgin who’d gotten used to being passed over for flashier women.

It took some wiggling, but I managed to get the panties off. When I settled back on top of him, skirt spread over him, he was frowning.

Had he changed his mind? Did he want to abort this mission? Instead, he looked around the area behind me. Was someone back there? No, that was impossible. Why would anyone come around to the front of this chair? But it was my biggest fear right now.

I looked over my shoulder. When I turned back around, Austin said, “I think the dress is going to have to go.”

And then he tugged upward, pulling it over my head, my arms automatically going up in the air. When I looked down, I was buck naked, while he still wore his T-shirt and shorts.

I’d always expected to feel shy the first time a man saw me naked, but that wasn’t the case at all. In fact, there was something very empowering about straddling him, my full body bared for him. It helped that his expression was appreciative as he scanned my body. I’d never felt so beautiful in my life.

Take that, Violet.

As I looked down at where our bodies connected, my gaze settled on his erection. Was it possible he’d gotten bigger during the time he’d been pleasuring me? There was no way that would fit inside me, even after I loosened up a little.

But that didn’t matter, right? This was a one-time thing. Despite myself, I wished that it could be more.

To shut off those thoughts, I wrapped my hand around him, lifting my gaze to his face. His admiring stare had graduated to an intense heat. His eyes were heavy-lidded and his jaw was clenched.

Finally, his eyes slid closed, and then it hit me. That clenched jaw was him trying to hold out. He wanted to be inside me when he came.

“You ready?” I asked.

His eyes popped open, and he looked down. “We can’t,” he said.

He’d changed his mind. My elation deflated. This was over.

But he lifted slightly, taking me with him, and pulled the wallet from his back pocket. He withdrew a square packet, then slid his wallet back into his pocket.

While he was doing that, I slipped the packet from his hand and carefully tore it open, withdrawing the rolled-up item inside. I stared at it a long moment as I tossed the foil packet to the ground, hoping it wouldn’t blow away.

“Which way does it go on?” I asked, holding it above his tip.

“Do you want me to do it?” he asked.

I shook my head. “Show me.”

He directed me, using his hand to flip the condom over in my hand and guiding it toward his tip. Then he watched as I awkwardly rolled it on.

Judging by the way he sucked in a breath, though, he didn’t mind the awkwardness. Not one bit.

“Does that make it not feel as good?” I asked as I scooted up, positioning myself above him. “I’ve heard it reduces sensation.”

“Maybe,” he said. “I’ve never had sex without one.”

My eyes widened at that news. It made me want to give him his first condom-less sexual experience.

But not this time. This time, we were two people who’d just met, having a sexual encounter on the upper deck of a cruise ship. It would be foolish to take the risk that I’d get pregnant.

“You set the pace,” he said as I guided him inside me.

It didn’t hurt at first. It just felt weird. Unfamiliar. But I grew bolder and pushed farther down than I should have.

Discomfort rolled through me, then pain. Not a sharp pain, though. I hesitated a second before pulling up a little, then slowly pushing him back in.

His hands were on my waist, not guiding me, just resting there, as if to support me. One of those hands went between us and began rubbing my clit.

That felt better than I would have imagined. The pain was too intense for it to be pleasurable, but that would change. I could already tell.

I closed my eyes and pictured what I must look like to him. A naked woman riding him, eyes closed, tits bouncing with my movements.

Even thinking the word “tits” turned me on. It was naughty. I’d never been allowed to cuss, and I’d been doing my fair share of it today, even if it was mostly in my thoughts. It was liberating.

“You’re so damn beautiful,” Austin said.

The words sent a fresh wave of warmth through me, and I found myself forgetting all about the pain. This man thought I was beautiful, sexy, hot. He was admiring me, right this very moment, and it turned me on more than I’d ever imagined something could.

I felt that now-familiar series of sensations flooding my body. It was too much—all of it. I was on sensory overload, and I just wanted to slow things down and drag out the pleasure for hours. Weeks. Months.

“Fuuuuuuuuck.”

Yes, that word came out of my mouth as my orgasm crescendoed. It was definitely an off-limits word in my old life. But in my new life, I could say the “f word” all I wanted and there wasn’t a damn thing anyone could do about it.

Finally, I opened my eyes and smiled down at my sexy lover. The guy who’d helped me explore this side of myself. The guy who’d changed my life for the better without even realizing it.

“Why don’t we take off that condom, and we can finish this with my mouth?” I asked. “Then you can get the full experience, without that condom.”

It was a bold offer and something I wouldn’t have even dared say a few days ago—or even hours ago. But I wouldn’t have dreamed of being naked in public either. Not even in my wildest fantasies.

He shook his head. “I want to come inside you. Even with the condom. Maybe someday, we can lose the condom and I’ll appreciate it even more.

Maybe someday. He was thinking beyond this encounter. That gave me hope. It made my spirits soar, actually. I wanted nothing more than to make love to this man every day for the rest of my life.

I leaned over and gave him a long, slow kiss, just like he’d given me. His hands moved up to cup my breasts, this time for his own pleasure.

I couldn’t go deeper than I already had without it hurting. It seemed to be plenty enough for him, though.

Soon he was guiding me, urging me to pick up speed as he got closer and closer. I watched him—his deep breathing, his closed eyes, that clenched jaw. Was it me he was picturing as he raced toward climax? I sure hoped so. I hoped I stayed imprinted on his mind every time he made love for the rest of his life, whether we stayed together or not.

But hopefully, like me, he didn’t want to make love to anyone else. Hopefully, he felt this same certainty that he’d found the one.

With a grunt that would have been heard by anyone in the vicinity, he came, gripping my hips lightly, that jaw clenched tighter than ever. Gradually, he stilled and took a deep breath, then opened his eyes. My heart seemed to stop in that moment.

Everything hinged on what happened next. What if he took one look at me and regretted what we’d just done? Or worse, what if he looked at me differently now that I’d banged him on a deck chair like it was something I did every day?

But when a smile slowly spread over his face, I knew that wasn’t going to happen. “It’s almost dinnertime. I’m going to buy you an outfit.”

I blinked in surprise. Of all the things I’d hoped and feared he’d say, that would have been the last I would have expected.

He obviously saw my confused expression because he chuckled. “You’re going to need something to wear to dinner.”

“Something better than that monstrosity I was wearing?” I asked, glancing over my shoulder at the area where I’d discarded it. “I think I’m going to take you up on that.”