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“In a minute,” he mumbled against her flesh as he continued to torture her nipples.
“Please, daddy,” she whimpered.
He groaned. He never knew how much that would turn him on until now. Ian pushed back onto his knees and pulled his shirt over his head, casting it aside, before working on his pants. Once his clothes were discarded, he crawled over her again.
He guided his cock toward her pussy before stopping short, dread pouring through him.
“Oh my God,” he whispered. “Fuck.”
“What?”
“I don’t have a condom. I wasn’t planning to sleep with anyone on this cruise.”
She moaned and dropped her head against the pillow. “Are you kidding?”
“I wish I was.”
She looked up at him, pulling her lip between her teeth. “Well, I’m on the pill, and I was just recently tested. I’m good.”
His eyes searched hers. She was suggesting going bareback. His cock jumped at the thought.
“I’m good, too. I was also recently tested. Are you sure you want to do this?”
She grasped his cock. “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.”
With her help, he pressed inside her, and they both groaned in relief.
“Fuck, baby girl. You feel amazing.”
She ran her fingers through his hair again. “So do you. We should have been doing this from day one.”
He chuckled into her neck.
As if he were worried the feeling would go away, he began moving. But he had been wrong. It could only get better. Their bodies moved together, both moaning, gripping, and gasping. His lips found hers in the haze, and he kissed her like he had never kissed anyone before. He worked his way down her neck as he continued to thrust into her.
Norah’s nails dug into his back, pulling him closer. Little moans escaped her lips, and he tried harder to hear it again and again. Her moans urged him harder and longer.
He had never felt this with another woman. Had never felt like another body could fit his so perfectly. Every whimper, moan, and “yes” uttered from her lips drove him wild. His hand dropped between them and stroked her clit.
Her body immediately clenched around his, and she cried out. Ian couldn’t stop it as he became frenzied, her body like a drug, as she pulled him in deeper. He thrust into her, their bed knocking against the wall in his haste until his own release washed over him.
They both laid on the bed in silence, their fingers intertwined as their hearts beat wildly.
“Wow,” she whispered.
“Wow,” was all he could say in response. Because wow was right. He had never felt like this with anyone, and he wasn’t prepared to lose it tomorrow.
17
Norah and Ian woke up in a tangle of limbs. She looked at the clock and her eyes flew open.
“Ian, wake up,” she said, pushing him lightly before hopping out of bed. Their stateroom was a disaster. They hadn’t packed at all the night before and they would have to get off the ship in the next hour. They were already supposed to be at breakfast with his family.
Ian groaned. “What’s wrong?”
“It’s already seven,” she said.
He sat up and looked at the clock before he realized her panic. He hopped out of bed in a rush. They took turns brushing their teeth and tossing stuff into their suitcases. Norah had hoped to shower the sex off that morning since she was too tired the night before, but now there was no time.
