Alexei
Gianna’s legs snapped shut. She shimmied away from me on the bed. Her eyes stayed down but once her back brushed the headboard, they found mine, then dropped below my waist at my temporarily spent cock.
I’d won the night, had her here but she continued to surprise me, offer an unexpected outcome to keep me on my toes. I rolled with it, played her to my advantage, confirmed a few suspicions.
Her eyes never left me as I kicked my shoes and pants off. Cheeks flush with desire, her expression remained too analytical. I knew she had put on an act. The change from wary opponent to enemy with benefits had happened in a snap.
She’d taken the initiative because I’d allowed it. I’d learn how far she was willing to take the act. Not many guys would stop a woman intent on giving them head virtually none of them kind of kidnapped the woman first.
Her technique had given answers to my suspicions about her experience. She’d fumbled, like someone learning how to use chopsticks. No wonder her friend Katie thought I was too much of a man for Gianna, that she needed a starter model. You didn’t drive a Maserati during your first lesson, you chose a nice reliable Honda or Toyota.
She didn’t know what she was doing but she kept going, got it in the end. My fingers moved to my shirt. Her eyes followed, clouded with too much thought. If only I had access to the argument going on in that pretty head of hers.
The fog of thought lifted from her eyes after I loosened my tie and tossed it aside. Inexperienced she might have been, but Gianna knew what she liked. Her jaw inched lower with every button I opened.
I’d more than proven we had a physical spark. My odds of winning had skyrocketed and I checked that off my mental list but a new game stole my interest from those grand plans.
Gianna’s breath hitched when I finally dropped my knees onto the bed. I inched forward. Her lips trembled and her wide eyes focused on my chest.
“Were you expecting a carpet?” I asked before slapping my chest and giving the sparse fine hair a tug. “My father’s mother was a Finn. He always said she gave me my hair color.”
“I didn’t complain, did I?” she whispered, those wide eyes never leaving my chest.
My glacial pace finally brought me close to her. She tucked her feet higher, both legs to one side. I leaned forward, slow to keep from spooking her. She’d initiated but had now retreated. Everyone was nervous when they didn’t have any experience.
My fingers ghosted across her calf, just the hint of pressure. I stroked her smooth skin from the side of her leg to the front then up to her knee, under the hem of her dress. She went rigid but didn’t jerk away or even look anywhere else but me.
I slipped my hand around her knee and pulled it up and over. Her lips quivered, flush like her cheeks. A deep breath blew through them. She had come on to me in an act, but it had become real. She wanted more. What kind of host would I be if I didn’t see to my guest’s pleasure?
Her legs spread wide, no resistance from her. She wasn’t the type to back down. In that, my incomplete intelligence assessment had been right. A woman like her would be wasted on the Bastard’s associates. She deserved to thrive, needed someone to push her to her limits, to truly challenge her.
My train of thought disappeared down a tunnel as her skirt rode up, exposed more of her soft thighs. Her eyes darted lower. They widened as if she had only just realized the position I’d moved her into. She pressed against my hands as they moved up her thighs. Her legs widened when I moved higher. She bit her lip, watched my every move.
She wore blue panties, navy blue, fitting our setting. They clung to her skin. She couldn’t feign arousal, not with her limited experience. My fingers slid closer to their goal. I’d held back as much as I could, slowed my pace to keep from spooking her. But everyone’s patience had a limit. I needed to taste her.
My fingers hooked the side of her briefs and yanked them to the side. She hissed an inhale but relaxed. Her pomegranate cheeks darkened further, eyes fluttering. Had any guy ever done what I was about to do? Was I Jacques Cousteau plunging into depths unplundered by any other man?
What man didn’t yearn to be an explorer, to plant his flag on virgin land, to claim it for queen and country?
I leaned closer, inches from her. She glistened with her arousal, flush and ready for me. Soon, I’d recover and be ready too. She sucked a breath in as mine billowed over her. Slow down, build her anticipation. I listened to the mental command, approached at a glacial pace. When my nose brushed her folds, I dove in tongue first.
She tasted like desire, promises of potent sex, the unforgettable encounters that fueled you through your fifth night at sea when sleep eluded you. I’d been with many women; so few took me to such places. Just the potential with Gianna had me starting to rise again so soon.
My tongue moved north along her lips. Gianna shuddered when my nose brushed against her clit. A breathy moan escaped her lips until she slammed them shut. Too many of the women I’d been with faked it, they moaned like the girls in porn to prove how great I was.
Yes men and women flocked to men in my position. They wanted a piece of the power or the wealth and thought the best way of impressing me was to agree with everything I said. But I needed challenge. How could I improve if every girl I took to bed sang my praises like I was Don Juan for just showing up?
It had taken an encounter with a Mytilenean whore for me to find a woman willing to criticize my methods, instruct me on pleasuring a woman with my mouth. It always tickled me I learned it on Lesbos.
My tongue reached her clit. Time for the fireworks. I enveloped her nub, encircled it in the dip in my tongue. A single finger found her slick entrance. I probed but kept to the surface.
“Oh ahhh… hhh,” Gianna babbled. Her legs twitched.
I rubbed my finger over her entrance, added more pressure and seeped through. She could take more, physically, but I didn’t want to overwhelm her. Before, I might have. I’d wanted to see how far she’d take her act, see how she’d follow through. Now this explorer had a flag to plant, a new conquest to explore.
Gianna flinched but a throaty moan escaped, muffled as fast as she could recover. I held my finger where it was, kept my tongue swirling just as Lydia had taught me. When Gianna’s legs relaxed, my finger probed deeper.
Her legs trembled and another moan escaped her control. One of her legs kicked under me. Her shin brushed against my cock. It’d recovered quickly. She froze at the contact, her whole body tense. I reluctantly lifted my head.
“It’s your fault, you know,” I whispered, trying to meet her eyes but she avoided them. “It usually takes me a half hour at least before I’m ready for round two. Are you ready?”
A shaky breath offered my only answer. I’d found her limit. Her act had ended long ago, washed away with desire. Pressing her now, taking it further would only push her from me. Now, once I left her in her cabin, she’d replay the events of tonight. She’d come to me when she was ready.
“We never finished our tour, did we?” I said as I pulled away and stood at the side of the bed. “There are still two decks to go, three if you want to see the engine room.”
Her brows knitted together. She pushed her skirt down to cover herself and frowned. Then her eyes widened and she nodded.
“Yes, the tour,” she replied.
I retrieved my underwear and turned away to slip them on. When I turned back, Gianna’s head darted around, away from me. Yes, she’d come to me when she was ready. It was as inevitable as the tides.