I ran my nails lightly over his stomach, listening to him and smiling to myself. After another few rounds, we were finally resting. Oh, well, he was, I was busy watching him. Oddly enough, I didn't want to say goodbye in just a few days. How had the time flown? I mean, the great thing was that we were both in LA, so it's not like we wouldn't, or rather couldn't, see each other. I just knew that I have enjoyed spending all this time with him and that he made me feel things like I never have. And no, not just sexually, although, that was ranking number one on my list.
I didn't recall having really talked to anyone like I had talked to him. There were some personal things discussed. And even knocked off some bucket list items. Somehow, someway, Howie and his generous personality had wiggled and wormed their way under my skin. I wasn't complaining, I rather liked it, but it was foreign to me. I couldn't recall the last time someone had done that to me.
Sure, things with Mike were simple and like a fool, I wanted more; thought he would give me more. So, I had been more open with him, laid a bit more on the line, but not like this. I could walk away from Mike and never look back. But I'm not all too sure I could walk away from Howie and not keep glancing over my shoulder. Was it foolish that I hoped he thought the same? That he saw me as someone different from his exes?
I glanced over Howie's chest at my phone on the night table as it lit up, telling me I had gotten a text. But I had no energy to leave the comforting embrace of Howie's arms. And the steady rise and fall of his chest was way too soothing. I ran my nails back over his chest and grinned at his sharp intake of breath.
"You are dangerous with those things."
"I didn't mean to wake you," I said as I kissed his chest.
"Sure you didn't." I laughed as I twirled my tongue around his nipple.
"Honest. I've been enjoying being held."
"You didn't get that?"
"That would be a hard no. Really was sex and nothing more. Hell, there was never more than one round either." Howie shook his head as his hands moved to rub over my arms.
"But, if the sex was amazing, like that was, why would you not want more?"
"Don't ask me, I had no problem with having more fun." I worked my lips down his stomach, smirking as he had another hiss of breath. "Something wrong Howie?" I glanced up at him, giving him a smirk.
"Not a damn thing." I moved even more as I wrapped my mouth just around his head, running my tongue slowly over his tip. "Oh fuck," he moaned out, his fingers sliding into my hair, clutching it. I felt the strain within him, trying not to force me to go faster or to take more than I was ready for.
I watched him for a moment or two before I took him fully into my mouth, earning myself a loud and deep groan, along with a jerk of the hips. I slid my tongue over him, gently grazing him with my teeth, his sound turning me on even more. It never ceased to turn me on while I was pleasing someone else. And I was for sure getting turned on! I had to push my hips down, trying not to think about the wetness that was pooling between my legs. His hands clutched my hair even tighter and I moved faster, taking him deeper.
"Wait…I'm….too close." All in the same quick moment, I stopped sucking, moved over him and slammed down on him, causing him to open his eyes and them to me. "Holy fuck, you are soaked!"
"Promise baby, the more you moan, the more wet I will get. You enjoying turns me on." With that, I started rocking my hips faster. His eyes trailed over me, yet his focused remained on the boobs as they bounced around with my movement.
"God damn, I don't know if there is a sexier look than watching those tits bounce." One of his hands moved from my hips to my breast, fingers tugging at my nipple. I threw my head back, arching my back so it pushed against his hand even more. And the more he pulled or pinched, the faster I moved. Quickly, we were in a pace to push each other closer, to both reach that place of bliss. I dug my nails into his chest, his loud moan pushing me over and I clenched him tightly as I came hard. "Fuck!" he cried out as the feeling overwhelmed him and he finally spiraled with me over the edge.
I collapsed upon his chest, his finger tips running up and down my spine. I le tout a contented sigh which caused him to chuckle. After a few deep breathes, I moved to slide off of him but still laid on him. I rested my hand on his chest and rested my head on my hands, watching him.
"So, how much money do you think we won last night?"
"A lot more than you would think. Which also means at some point today, I need to go sign for the winnings." We both laughed and I rolled off of him, wrapping my arm back around his waist.
"Are you going to split those winnings, as we both put in?"
"Duh," he said before grabbing my side and tickling my side. I laughed and pushed his hands away. "Want to go shower while I order us a bite?"
"Sounds like a plan. Do you want me to grab you something while you shower?"
"Sure." I nodded and grabbed a pair of shorts and one of my swim suit tops before taking a quick shower. It would have been way more enjoyable taking one with him, but the showers on the boats barely had enough room for one person. I got out and wrapped the towel around my hair and slipped my clothes on. I took a deep breath and stepped out, smiling at him as he got off the phone. "I ordered a bit of breakfast and lunch. Here is the key, room 708, just please grab my swim shorts; they're on top of my counter."
"Sure thing." He smiled and pulled me in for a quick kiss and I couldn't help the smile that wouldn't leave. I waved as he jumped in my shower and made my way to his room, fighting off the urge to look around; that was more tempting. But, after seeing his room, I knew it wouldn't be so easy to search; his room was way too clean and organized. I laughed to myself and grabbed his shorts, along with his charger, figuring he needed that.
"Shorts are on the counter," I told Howie as I sat them by the shower and heard the mumbled 'thank you'. I grabbed his phone and put in on the charger, seeing a few messages from his ex, along with a missed call. I shook my head at that. "Look at her, trying again to get her hooks in," I mumbled to myself.
"What was that?" I jumped as I spun around, pointing to his phone.
"I brought your charger as well, figured you might want it. And when I plugged it in, I noticed a few messages from your ex." He rolled his eyes.
"Did you read them?" he teased.
"No, I try not to invade privacy. I could have though."
"She's been asking when I was coming back." I bit my lip as I watched him, my own thoughts plagued of the whole 'What if" when we got back home. There was so much hanging over us and I had no idea how to bring it up, let alone if he wanted to. But I really hate to think this closeness and this attracted was just going to end once we stepped off this boat. I walked to the door as there was a knock.
"Want to open up the patio and we can eat outside?"
"Sure." I opened up the door but gasped as I saw a dozen red roses being held out to me. I blinked a couple times before signing for them and turned around to look at Howie, the question in my eyes. "Wait, I didn't get those."
"Oh, well, if you didn't…" I trailed off, looking for a chard, which Howie found, his jaw clenching when he saw it and who it was from.
"They are from Mike."