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  A gentle finger against her face turned her head back in his direction. "You're very sweet to blush, but there's no need. We're two consenting adults who want to spend the night in each other's arms. There's no need to be ashamed."

  Which was just as well since she suddenly seemed to be completely shameless. He eased her heavy breasts back into her bodice before leaning forward to press a quick kiss between her cleavage.

  She watched with her bottom lip caught between her teeth when he removed the condom, discarded it in one of the conveniently placed waste cans on the deck, and then slipped his cock into his pants.

  "So what do you say? Let's go have a light meal, then we can eat other things besides food."

  She nodded.

  He took her hand in his and led her toward the closest dining room. She looked at him in surprise.

  "What's the matter?"

  She had expected him to take her to his cabin where they would order a meal and then go to bed. She shook her head and smiled shyly at him as he seated her at a table near the middle of the room.

  "I'm just surprised."

  "About what?"

  "Your wanting to spend the night with me." And not minding being seen with her in public.

  "Why?"

  "Well, look at me."

  He put his elbows on the table and cupped his face in his palms. "I am looking at you. "

  "And?"

  "And I like what I see."

  "I'm not exactly a size ten," she pointed out.

  "No, you're not, but who said you had to be?"

  "Most men your size seem to like small, shapely women rather than women my size."

  He leaned back in his chair and shrugged. "In which case, they have plenty to choose from here."

  "What about you?"

  "I'm here with you." He glanced around at the buffet tables behind them. "Let's eat. Then we'll go to bed where I will attempt to convince you that you're the woman I want to spend the night with."

  Her stomach muscles contracted, thinking of lying in bed with him. "Oh, God," she said softly.

  He got up and placed a hand on her shoulder. "Food now, other things later."

  Although hungry, Angie, mindful of the requirements of her latest diet, placed only a few pieces of fruit on her plate. Besides, she was not about to eat too much and get sluggish. She intended to fully enjoy the night with him. To do that, she needed to be wide awake.

  He ate lightly too. As he put each piece of fruit in his mouth, he looked directly into her eyes. When juice from a piece of honeydew melon ran down his lower lip, he slowly licked it away with his tongue.

  Watching him eat was an incredible turn on. Her hunger forgotten, she leaned forward. Under the cover of the table, she kicked her right shoe off and after a slight hesitation, placed her foot on one of his thighs.

  He immediately parted his legs. She bit her lip and slipped her foot between his thighs. His quickened breathing increased hers and she began moving her toes in small, circular motions against his cock and balls, her gaze locking with his.

  Even while she was appalled by her wanton behavior, she couldn't stop. Didn't want to stop. When the cruise was over and she was back home she'd be ashamed. For tonight at least, she was going to be completely uninhibited.

  "Lift your foot for a moment."

  She did and she heard the unmistakable sound of his zip going down. "Okay."

  When she touched her foot to him again, this time it touched his warm, bare flesh. Oh. Nice. Very nice.

  He smiled at her and she noticed an enchanting dimple in his left cheek. "Damn, that feels good."

  "Oh, yes. It does," she whispered, flicking her big toe lightly against his cock.

  "I think someone is ready to go to bed."

  "Really?" Feigning surprise, she cast a quick look around. "Who?"

  He laughed. "Let's go to bed and I'll show you."

  "Let's go," she said, all traces of humor vanishing. She gave his cock and balls one more caress before pushing her foot back into her two-inch heel.

  He came around the table to pull out her chair. When she rose, he took her hand in his. "I'm going to spend the entire night making love to you."

  "That…that sounds like a plan I can get behind." She giggled, feeling almost high with the thought of the pleasure ahead of her. "Or in this case, underneath."

  He bent and lightly brushed his mouth against her parted lips. "Let's go to my cabin and I'll show you some of my favorite positions."

  She nodded, breathless at the thought of feeling his cock inside her again. She didn't much care what position he wanted. She just wanted him.

  As they walked along the deck to his cabin, they encountered several couples lying on chaise lounges, going at each other like animals in heat. To her amazement, Corrie occupied one of the loungers…and not with the man from the ballroom. Now she sat atop a big ebony hunk, happily bouncing up and down on what looked like a very nice piece of meat while her lover held her small breasts in his hands.

  They both looked happy. Judging by the sounds they were making, him low, deep groans, and her, long soulful gasps, they were enjoying the hell out of each other.

  "You know him?"

  Angie started and realized she'd been staring. She couldn't help it. Watching a sleek, dark cock rapidly disappear into Corrie's pale, slender body fascinated her.

  She flushed and looked up at the man at her side. "What?"

  "I asked if you knew him."

  "Oh. No. I know her."

  He turned her to face him. "Would you like to know him?"

  For a brief moment, she wondered what it would be like to be in Corrie's place, thrusting herself mindlessly down onto that glistening ebony cock. An erotic thrill danced through her body at the delicious image her mind conjured up. She didn't doubt for a moment that it would be an experience she would enjoy and a memory she would cherish. But she expected her night with Troy to provide all the delightful memories she could handle.

  She shook her head. "I'd like to know you."

  He grinned and, wrapping an arm around her waist, pressed a hot, searing kiss against her mouth, rubbing his groin slowly, sensually, against hers. "Right answer."

  His cabin was a big one with a huge bed and a private balcony. He put the Do Not Disturb sign on the outside of the door and turned to look at her. "Now, Angie. Why don't you show me what you're working with?"

  Chapter Three

  She licked her lips and swallowed quickly. "Show you what I'm working wi— you mean you want me to take off my clothes?"

  He arched a brow at her, smiling slightly. "Clothes?"

  She swallowed. Okay. She secretly acknowledged that clothes might be a bad choice of words. After all, there was nothing under the too tight, too short dress other than her less than perfect body. "Now?"

  He nodded, kicking off his shoes and slipping off his socks. Catching her gaze, he unzipped his pants and quickly stepped out of them and his briefs. He then unbuttoned his shirt and stood in front of her naked, his cock semi-erect. "No time like the present."

  What a stud. Hard, chiseled muscles, wide shoulders, sculptured abs, long, muscular thighs, and an absolutely delicious looking cock: hard, thick, and long. She licked her lips again. What an absolutely lovely piece of meat. No wonder he'd been able to satisfy her so quickly.

  Nevertheless, letting him spill her breasts out and expose her butt on the dimly lit deck was one thing. Undressing before him in the full glare of the well-lit room was a whole other ballgame. "I…" she nodded towards the lamps on either side of the bed. "Will you dim them?"

  "Oh, absolutely…not."

  She blinked. "Why not?"

  He pushed himself away from the door and crossed the floor to stand in front of her. When she averted her gaze, he lifted her chin. "Because I want to see you naked."

  "Oh. Okay, but we should dim the lights."

  "Why?"

  "Why? Because I'm not exactly a size ten, as you can see for yourself. My b
ody isn't going to be what you're probably used to seeing."

  "We've already been there and talked about that." He cupped her face between his palms and moved closer so she could feel his cock pressing against her body. "There are lots of size sixes, eights, and tens in the ballroom. If I wanted any of them, I wouldn't have followed you."

  "You followed me?"

  "Yes." He leaned forward and began kissing her cheeks. "I saw you in the ballroom and was intrigued."

  "Intrigued?” she whispered. “Really?"

  "Really. And when you left, so did I. I've already seen and held your breasts and your lovely behind. Now I want to see the rest of you. So how about we take this dress off?" Without waiting for her response, he slid down the zip of her dress. He moved his lips from her cheeks to her shoulders.

  She sucked in her breath and closed her eyes as he peeled the dress off her shoulders and let it fall down her body to tangle at her feet. He showered her with hot, sweet kisses, moving his lips from her shoulders down to her breasts. When he took one of them into his mouth and sucked on it, her whole body trembled, moisture pooling between her suddenly trembling legs.

  She clutched at his shoulders and moved her hips helplessly against his. Just feeling his hard cock made her toes curl. "Oooh."

  "You like that?"

  "Oooh."

  He lifted his head and looked down at her. "I like it too." He touched her cheeks. "I think I'm going to like you too."

  She stared wordlessly up at him, begging him with her eyes and her body to put his cock in her.

  Instead, he stepped back and looked at her.

  She flinched and overcame the urge to cover her body. Okay, so her stomach wasn't flat and her thighs were thick, her hips wide, and her butt way bigger than any he'd probably ever seen. He knew she was a big woman and he'd followed her from the ballroom anyway. She forced herself to meet his gaze. To her delighted surprise, she saw raw desire in the dark eyes staring back at her.

  "You have nothing to be ashamed of, Angie. You have a lovely, sexy body."

  Lovely? Sexy? She'd never expected to hear those words again in connection with her less than perfectly shaped body. Not from a man who looked like that.

  He took her hand in his. "Come on."

  Expecting to be led to the bed, she was stunned when he urged her across the room to the door. "I don't understand. You're not asking me to leave?"

  "Hell no! I'm going to make love to you."

  "Standing up?"

  "Yes. Have you ever done it standing completely upright?"

  "No."

  "Then get ready for a new experience." He pushed her gently against the door. "Don't move." He retrieved a condom from his nightstand and slowly rolled it over his cock, staring into her eyes as he did.

  She gasped and caught her bottom lip between her teeth. She was so horny she was almost ready to grab his cock and stuff it ruthlessly into her body.

  "Ready?"

  She nodded. "I am so ready."

  "Then here we come."

  "We?" She blinked at him, her heart suddenly thumping in panic. Surely he didn't expect her to engage in a threesome? She glanced fearfully around, half expecting to see another man emerge from the bathroom.

  He laughed and joined her at the door. "No need to look like that." He hefted his dick in his hand. "I meant me and him. Are you ready for us?"

  She let out a breath of relief. "Lord, yes!"

  "Good because we're sure ready for you." Pressing her back against the door, he put his arms around her and began kissing her.

  His lips moved slowly over hers, as if he wanted to savor the taste, the feel, and the texture of her mouth. He nibbled at her lips, sucked her tongue, all the while rubbing his now fully erect shaft against her cunt as he deepened his kisses.

  "Oh, God, I am going to fully enjoy this long, sweet night with you," he whispered. Grasping his cock in his hand, he found her opening and began a slow, exquisite slide into her wet channel.

  She closed her eyes and shuddered. His slowly descending shaft felt so good. She was eager and hungry to feel the full weight and length of it buried deep in her cunt. When she jerked her body to hasten the process, he grabbed her hips and held them still. "No. No, don't move yet. I want to go in slowly. I want to enjoy every second of filling you up with my cock."

  She could only moan, her body tightening around the hard, hot dick gradually conquering her pussy. After what seemed an eternity, he slid the last few inches home, bringing his crotch to rest against hers. Fully seated in her, he lifted her chin. "Oh, damn. You feel so good…your pussy…your breasts…your lips…your whole body. " He kissed her as he began to move in her.

  She shuddered, delighting in being full of hard cock again. She slipped her arms around his neck and parted her lips under his. Their tongues touched and the world began spinning. "Oooh…oooh…yes," she gasped.

  "Yes," he echoed. Sighing, he withdrew all but the big head of his shaft before thrusting the entire thick length back into her with one powerful stroke that left her breathless and tethering on the brink of ecstasy.

  She had loved Dan with all her heart and thoroughly enjoyed their love life. Sex with him had always been good and satisfying. But his cock hadn't been as big or as thick as Troy's. Her pussy hadn't had to stretch to fully accommodate his dick as it did now with Troy. Sex with Troy was staggering in its total sensuality. It numbed her senses. Made all thought impossible, but Lord, she felt.

  Every part of her body and mind tingled and burned with a level of pleasure she'd never experienced before. Wonderful, delicious currents sizzled through her universe, igniting undreamed of passions and needs. She had never felt this deep, almost painful bliss that now shot through her, threatening to overwhelm her. It was too much. Too good. She couldn't bare it.

  Moaning and tossing her head from side to side, she pushed weakly at his shoulders. "Please. No more."

  "Almost there, sweet. Hold on a little longer." Then, cupping her behind in his hands, he began to fuck her hard and forcefully. With his big hands fondling her behind and his cock creating a thousand sensual fires in her pussy, she exploded.

  Her whole body shook with the force of her orgasm. Clutching at his shoulders to keep from falling, she gushed juices all over his pummeling cock. He shuddered, gripped her behind hard enough to leave marks, and drove his cock into her in a series of piston like movements that caused another, unexpected eruption in her pussy. She came again, only vaguely aware that he was climaxing too.

  He held her tight, straining to bury every inch of his thick cock deep in her body as he came. "Oh shit," he moaned. His whole body shook. Since it was his strength that held them both on their feet, when his legs bucked, they both collapsed to their knees, and fell against the door of the cabin.

  He leaned his forehead against her shoulder, clutching her behind; the head of his dick still inside her. "Shit!"

  She crashed down to earth with a bang. "What? What's wrong? Didn't you enjoy it?"

  He lifted his head and stared at her. "Are you kidding?" He cupped her face in his hands and gently, tenderly kissed her. "That was the absolutely most incredible fuck I've ever had. Enjoy doesn't begin to describe how good it was."

  She tingled with pleasure. "You mean that?"

  "Hell yes." He drew back slightly and touched a finger to her clit. "You bottle this sweet pussy of yours,” he murmured, kissing her softly on the lips, “and you'd be rich in no time. You are absolutely exquisite."

  She didn't for a moment believe him. Her mother always said men thought with their dicks, not with their heads or their hearts. And she was certain it was his dick talking. Still, warmed by his praise, she touched the shaft of his dick. "Ditto for this bad boy. He doesn't take any prisoners."

  He laughed and pushed his cock a quarter of the way into her body, causing her to inhale sharply and bite her lip. Smiling, he caressed her stomach.

  She cringed, averting her gaze.

  "Don't look away. I w
ant to look at you."

  She bought her gaze back to his.

  His eyes narrowed uncomprehendingly. "What's the matter?"

  "You're touching what's the matter."

  His hand stilled on her belly. "This?"

  "Yes! I wish you wouldn't look at it or touch it."

  "Why not?"

  "Isn't it obvious? I've tried for years to flatten this dang thing, but nothing works."

  "Really? Well, I wouldn't worry about it, if I were you."

  She tapped a fist against his flat stomach. "That's easy for you to say. Look at your stomach. It's perfect: flat and sculptured."

  He pushed a few more inches of cock into her.

  She gasped and shuddered.

  "I'd rather look at yours," he told her. "Mine does nothing for me."

  "I don't see how mine can either."

  "You don't? Well, it does. When I saw you in the ballroom, one of the first things I noticed was your stomach. "

  "And you weren't turned off?"

  He wiggled his hips, feeding another inch or two of cock into her flesh. "Does this feel like I'm turned off?"

  "No," she admitted, slipping her hands around to his buns. They were hard and tight and she loved touching and caressing them.

  "You know what? I like your stomach just the way it is. It's kind of sexy the way it swells like a tiny little hill. Hell, I like your whole body." He leaned forward and kissed her quickly. "Especially your sweet pussy."

  He put his hands on her sides, and urged her to her feet. Somehow he managed to keep his dick embedded in her as they both rose. "Let's go to bed."

  She frowned at him, feigning disapproval. "You know it's going to be difficult to walk stuffed so full of cock."

  He nipped her shoulder. "Are you complaining?"

  "No!"

  "Good because you'd better get used to it because I'm not coming out of this pussy until the night is over. How do you feel about an all-nighter?"

  She smiled. "I like the idea," she admitted.

  "Then let's go to bed. I want to love you again. This time I want to lie between your beautiful thighs and pound your pussy until we both go out of ours minds."