Consequences Ch. 05byLiquidFyre©
When Dana woke at 6 am, she was in the cabin alone. She took a quick shower and made it up onto the deck just in time to see a shirtless Zane help hoist the mainsail. She made her way to the galley and pitched in, peeling and slicing potatoes for the hash.
After breakfast, she retrieved her book and settled in the sun, her bare legs pressed against the warm wooden deck.
Zane dropped down next to her and bumped his shoulder against hers. She lowered her book and her gaze settled on his legs. Covered with dark blonde hair, they seemed to stretch for miles.
"Did you see the dolphins?" A pod of dolphins had raced along side the ship earlier and Zane had snapped several photos.
"I did, yes."
In the distance they could see brilliant reds and golds of the trees along the Maine coast as the ship smoothly cut through the water. The sails flapped in the breeze and Zane stretched happily.
"I'm a lucky man."
The ship pulled into port in a small town and Zane and Dana disembarked and explored the seaside village. They returned to the ship with the rest of the passengers a few hours later, having purchased souvenirs and explored the town on foot. Onboard, a guest pulled out a guitar and began playing as the ship moved back into open water.
Dana inhaled the sweet ocean air and stretched. From her position she watched Zane help set out the evening meal. He was completely at ease and sure of himself. He looked over to Dana and winked, a smile lighting up his face. His skin was lightly tanned from the two days spent out on the water and laugh lines fanned out from the corners of his eyes as he laughed at something she couldn't hear.
After dinner, the guitarist began strumming softly and Zane pulled Dana to sit between his legs, his arms wrapped around her and her head tucked beneath his chin. Fat droplets of rain splattered the deck, at first, a drop here and there, and suddenly everyone was gathering their belongings and heading to the cabins below.
Dana slipped away to the shower. She managed to shave her legs and wash her hair before someone knocked on the door to see if they could get in next.
Zane was lying in bed on top of the sheets and blanket when she returned to the room. He moved over to let her in and she settled into bed beneath the covers. Zane didn't take his eyes off her.
"You're wearing glasses."
She looked at him over the tops of her glasses and shrugged her shoulders. "My eyes need a break from the contact lenses."
"I'm surprised you haven't had corrective laser surgery."
"No way, no how. No one is getting near my eyes with lasers, phasers, scalpels, none of it. I'm fine with contacts and glasses."
"You know, Karyn had it done. It's perfectly safe. They've been doing it for years in Canada."
"And they will have to be doing it for another 50 years so I can see the long term effects before I even consider it."
Zane grinned, slid out of bed and grabbed his bag. "I'm going to take a shower."
By the time Zane returned to the cabin, Dana had slid into his spot in bed. He stood looking down at her as she pretended to read her book.
"Move over, princess."
"What if I want to sleep on this side?"
Zane didn't move. "Not going to happen. It's my side of the bed."
"But you have more room over here. I'm pressed up against the wall on that side." She wasn't. The bed had plenty of room for the two of them.
"Tough luck, princess. I'm larger than you are, and I have to be able to fight off any pirates who board the ship in the middle of the night."
She rolled her eyes.
"It's true. I'd give my life willingly, to protect you."
She grumbled as she moved over and he climbed into bed. He reached up and turned off the overhead lamp, leaving the moon to illuminate the dark cabin. She watched his shadow on the wall mimic his movements.
"Night, princess. I love you."
The gentle rocking of the boat and the sound of rain steadily hitting the deck above was the perfect lullaby.
"I love you, Zane."
Instantly Zane was leaning over staring into her face.
"Tell me again."
She smiled drowsily. "I love you."
He drew her into his arms, cradling her against her chest. His voice was husky when he spoke. "Never stop telling me that."
He ran a finger lightly over her bottom lip before stroking her eyelids and her cheekbones with his thumbs. He kissed her earlobe, sucking it into his mouth, his breath hot against her skin. His fingertips trailed over her collarbone and down her left arm, her smooth skin giving way to a patch of roughness.
Her eyes met his and she smiled.
"A birth control patch."
He shifted his position, pressing her into the bed as he settled between her thighs. He buried his head in the crook of her neck, kissing her shoulder, his hands fluttering over any bare flesh before settling at her waist.
He cupped a breast in his hand and stroked her nipple through her t-shirt. As the nipple hardened he replaced his finger with his mouth, wetting the t-shirt with his tongue and grazing with his teeth, his breath catching at the darkness of her nipple visible through the sheer white material. He lowered his head once again, suckling heavily, his tongue rasping against the material.
Dana arched her back in pleasure and moaned.
His fingers found their way under her shirt, lifting it away from her body and over her head. Her breasts were perfect. High and tipped with dark chocolate circles with thick nipples. His thumbs swept over both nipples, flicking back and forth before leaning forward and suckling one nipple into his mouth, running his tongue around it in circles, sucking harder followed by gentle nips that turned to firm tugs as she wound her hands in his hair.
He deftly plucked at the other nipple with his fingers, pulling it taut, applying and relaxing pressure. Her sighs encouraging him, quickening his own responses. He released the nipple from his mouth and licked the underside of her breast, his tongue trailing into the valley between her breasts before latching on to the other nipple.
Leaning back on his haunches he smiled down at her, trailing his hands down her smooth stomach and slipping them into the waistband of her panties. Grasping the sides of the panties he slid them over her hips, his eyes on hers. He stroked one hand along her stomach, resting it at the top of the juncture of her thighs, his fingers massaging her mound. Her hips rose slightly from the bed and he grinned.
"Patience, love. It seems as though I've been waiting for you for years. You can wait a few more minutes."
He gave in to the temptation before him, sliding his finger over her mound, tugging lightly at the wiry hairs there and smiling to himself.
Dana moaned with each sharp tug and growling, sat up and rose to her knees facing him. She ran her hands up his torso, teasing his nipples and delighting in his audible pleasure. She bent her head and lapped lightly at his nipples, drawing them into her mouth by turn. Her teeth applied the slightest pressure before licking around the nipple once again. She sucked and licked the skin at the base of his throat and grasped his forearms before sliding her hands down his arms, her touch featherlight.
Zane groaned as she stroked one hand down his stomach, repaying him by tugging lightly at the trail of hair leading into his boxers. Her hand brushed his erection through the material, once...twice...before grasping it and sliding the material along his shaft. She slipped her hand inside, aroused by the heat and feel of him.
Zane pushed her back against the bed again, his mouth on hers as he parted her folds, collected wetness on his fingertip as he slid his finger up and down, dipping briefly inside before pulling out to circle her clit before sliding his finger into her mouth. She parted her lips, her tongue curling around the finger, tasting herself.
Zane groaned and replaced his finger with his tongue as he removed his shorts with one hand. They both sighed at the first bare contact. Zane closed his eyes and attempted to gather his composure, rocking his hips as her hands trailed over his ass.
With nothing more than a look she urged him on and with his mouth on hers he slid inside. He was still for a moment, allowing the urge to come immediately pass. She was wet, warm and seemingly molded to his length and width. She bent her knees and pressed them against his hips and he began thrusting, changing the tempo and depth according to her facial expressions. When she smiled dreamily, he was shallow and slow, pulling out to drag his cock against her clit before sliding back in. When her mouth formed a small "o" he thrust in deep, hard, pressing forward, pumping rapidly.
She raised her hands to her breasts, pulling the nipples as he stroked in and out and he murmured "I love you" before nudging her hands away with his head and taking her breast into his mouth, raking the nipple with his teeth. She cried out and tightened around him, her legs dropping to the bed and quivering as she came. He followed soon after, filling her and content to remain inside her as he softened.
He woke in the night to find her between his legs, her tongue running up and down his length before she inserted her tongue between the head of his cock and his foreskin. He motioned for her to come to him and she shook her head. He gave in and eventually his hips rose from the bed to meet her mouth as she loved him. She cradled his sac in her hand before sucking it into her mouth gently. He came suddenly when he realized that she was coming from having him in her mouth.
Dana woke the following morning to Zane sitting on the side of the bed waiting for her.
He turned to look at her, his expression worried.
"What did last night mean to you?"
She reached her hand out and drew him down to the bed. "Zane, I'm not running."
"Are you sure?"
She slipped her hands under the t-shirt he was wearing and caressed his skin. "Positive."
The snow started early in November and they spent weekends snowshoeing and cross country skiing before spending the evenings in bed cuddled under blankets.
In Zane, Dana had found her sexual match. Often, at the end of a long day for both of them, he was content to pull her down into his lap, her legs spread open and stroke her to a quivering climax. She had pulled a dressing mirror into the corner of the room, opposite the deep chair where they spent time making love and watching his pale hands caress her brown body, dipping inside before slipping into his mouth, gave them both pleasure, as did watching her rise and fall along his length.
One lazy Saturday morning, the yard was covered in heavy wet snow perfect for use in snowballs. This was evidenced by the perfect snowball that landed in the center of her chest.
"No fair! You're supposed to give me five minutes to build up my stockpile."
Zane shook his head and grinned. She came up with the most ridiculous rules. "Whoever heard of a head start in a snowball fight?"
Dana had a retort on her lips when her cell phone rang. She answered the phone to the sound of her sister screaming hysterically and sank down into the snow.