Mourning Pleasures

I smile his way, and despite the bobbing and rolling of the deck on the sea, I manage to keep my balance, quietly walking back over to the bed, and doing my level-headed best not to let on I had been looking for clothes just moments before. I smile his way as I walk over, and just as I reach the base of the bed, I see him stir again, picking his head of the bed, looking my way. He softly smiles at me, and I giggle at the attention.

I placed myself over, placing myself over him, inching forward until I was placed myself over his crotch, and only the sheets between us. I giggled softly, rubbing my shaved mound up and down upon him, and quickly becoming aware of how hard his shaft was beneath me. I gasped out loud then as his hands move to my legs, rubbing along my exposed skin, his face radiating with amusement and pleasure. I playfully giggle, holding his hands with my own, holding them on my hips, before pulling them together. We laugh, my mound rubbing across him, my breasts bouncing softly before him. I move his left hand to my breast, gasping softly as his skin touched mine. I let out a soft moan as his fingers playfully cupped around my nipple, giving it a gentle squeeze.

His right hand, no longer in mine, moves down to my wait, rubbing at the small of my back, wrapping around my body. My head tips to face upwards, and I let out a soft moan as his hands move across my exposed skin. It's then, as I rub myself across him, and swiftly feal the sheet fall away, leaving nothing between us. I felt his hard member rubbing across my pussy lips, and moaned softly, the sensation sending wild passions through me ... and the desire for more.

"I want to reward you for picking me over Ashley, and I know just the way ..." I whisper softly, and I see him shoot me an inquisitive look in reply, an amused 'ohhh? expression forming on his face.