Second Chances--Part 6--Friday/Saturday (MF, rom)
The next day was a Sea Day, no ports of call, so Renae and Brian slept in. When he finally stirred himself awake, Brian crawled between her legs to wake her with some gentle oral. Waking with moans of pleasure, she pulled him up to herself, kissing her juices from his face, and reversing position to take him into her warm mouth. They worshipped one another until the inevitable conclusions occurred. After a long warm shower together and a leisurely brunch, they decided to part ways for awhile and enjoy the ship. For Brian, it was another trip to the gym for a nice long treadmill run looking out over the ocean. He wished he had this view at home. Renae had wandered up to the pool area, but the day was turning out overcast and drizzling, so after a short browse in the crowded shopping area she returned to their cabin. Brian returned to find her reading on the bed.  She was lying on her stomach, nude, feet pointed toward the ceiling and dancing in the air to the tunes in her ear buds.  He smiled at the sight, playfully swatting at her round butt as he stripped out of his running shorts to shower. "What are people supposed to do when it rains on a cruise?"
"I'm sure we can think of something..." she grinned.
He hurried through showering off his sweat. When he emerged from the bathroom, she had put aside her ear buds and reading material and had shifted position such that her ass was now slightly raised and her hand caressed her vulva from beneath, testing the soft dampness of her labia.
"Oh wow...what a beautiful sight..."
"Mmhmm. I think I need you to do something for me."
"Anything."
She looked back and smiled deviously. "Fuck me. I need to be FUCKED."
"Mmm...you ask such difficult things..."
"No, Brian.  I mean you are AWESOME at making love to me. But will you FUCK me?  As in FUCK-my-fucking-brains-out Fuck Me."
"I think I get it.  Like this maybe?"  He slid his hand over her ass firmly and slid a finger into her roughly.  She was very ready. "Or This?", probing deeply with two fingers.  She moaned loudly and raised her ass higher.  He took that as Yes. "God you have such a perfect ass, Renae..."  He knelt down to devour it, opening his mouth widely to take full mouthfuls of her flesh.  Her pussy contracted around his thrusting fingers, juices literally dripping into his palm.  "Fuck, Renae..."  She clawed at the sheets and moaned into her pillow.  She begged for him to put himself inside her, but he still wanted to play.  Gnawing and licking at her ass cheeks, he fucked her with his hand, thumb sliding roughly over her clit with each stroke.  Her ass was as high in the air as she could get and still support herself on her knees, and her thighs spread open as far as she could.  Her tiny puckered anus was on display, and he tested it with his tongue.  She gasped and arched her back, moaning louder and thrusting her hips against his hand.  He flicked his tongue again, and a third time, feeling her rising tension and excitement.  Finally, he pressed his tongue firmly against the ring of muscle, trying to probe and fuck her tight asshole.  She screamed into the mattress and spasmed in climax.  He thrust with his tongue, licking firmly at her asshole as he felt her cunt clenching and squeezing his fingers.  She grunted primally and thrust back.   His cock was throbbing.  "We're not done yet."  He moved up to kneel behind her upthrust ass and entered her swiftly and deeply.
"Oh God YES!  THAT! Oh Fuck yes. OH OooHHH...FUCK me!" Brian moaned as her channel gripped him. God she was so tight and wet, hot and slippery. She thrust her hips back at him on each stroke, moaning at each attempt to take his cock deeper. God how she wanted this. "Harder, Brian. Fuck...fuck me oh god oh fuck fuck fuck me. Oh God my cunt wants you...uuuNNNNGhhh..." Her moans continued non-stop, building into a high pitched staccato "Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah...fuck omigodI'mcumming NOW Oh FUCK!....AIIIIHHHHH.  Oh GOD!  FUUUCCK..." She collapsed panting, sobbing into her pillow, trying to catch her breath.
"Was that good, hmm?"  He pulled out and gave her butt a sharp swat. She groaned. "Turn over...I want to watch your face when I pound into you."  He flipped her over roughly.  She eagerly spread her legs open to him, and he lifted them to put her ankles at his shoulders, and plunged back into her open pussy. She groaned and her eyes rolled back
"Omigod Yesss!  Oh God yes!  Fuck me Brian oh fuck fuck fuck fuck me."  She reached for his ass to pull him deeper. 
"Unnnh."  He grunted with each stroke, matching her moans.  "Fuck. I want your hot pussy. You're such a hot fuck...fuck your tight wet pussy..."
"God yes..take me...oh ohh...noooo...!"  She convulsed again.  "Oh fuck...stop...ohh I can't take...OH my god..." He held still inside her as she shuddered again in climax. 
"I'm close...so close..."
"Come on my tits!" she panted breathlessly.
"What?"
"Come on my tits! Now! I want your cum all over my fucking tits!"
He pulled out and straddled her chest, stroking his shaft.  She leaned forward to suck on his cockhead and rub at his balls.  She felt his scrotum begin to tighten and tense.  She fell back on the bed and watched the expressions of his face as he groaned and poured out his load on her. The first jet hit her chin and cheek, then thick ropes of cum dripped onto her flushed breasts.  She pulled him down onto her cum-soaked body and pressed her cum-stained cheek to his mouth.  He rubbed his chest against her gooey nipples and kissed his own cum on her face, then kissed her deeply, thrusting his tongue into her throat and letting her taste her juices on his lips. She stroked her cum-covered breasts and lifted them to his mouth to feed him his own cum.  Their bodies slid against each other as they savored the taste of blended desire. His cock, still hard, slid gently back into her, and she received him gladly with a soft moan.  "Oh Brian...oh god..." He moaned softly in reply and breathed heavily against her ear as she stroked his face. "Brian...I...I love you..."
He slowly lifted his head to look into her eyes. In spite of the intensity of their fucking, they radiated tenderness. "I love you, too. I just don't want you to feel...tied down to me. Don't make promises that you will regret in a few months."
"What if you turned out to be exactly the kind of person I want to tie down to? Is it OK then for me to love you? The worst regret would be letting this slip away..."
He held her closely. They lay still and silent for a minute. He nuzzled affectionately against her neck, then rolled off to her side. She turned toward him, and lifted her face to smile at him.  
"So...could I think about making plans for how we can see each other again after we get home?"
"That would be nice...  I'm glad that I'm not the only one dreaming about that." 
He kissed her softly, and traced his fingers over her sticky breasts. "You're wonderful."
"God--I'm exhausted.  But in such a good way..."  She slid over against him. "You know, for a minute there I thought you were going to take me in my ass...and I probably would have let you..."
"Have you ever?"
"We tried once..." she giggled. "He was really drunk and he just shot his load on my butt...and I was too drunk to care.  I don't think I would have been happy the next morning if he had.  I doubt that he even remembered it, actually".
"I've never really tried, myself.  And I certainly wouldn't without warning you, and asking."
"I know.  But maybe sometime...there's nothing I wouldn't do with you." She sighed.  "Well, we should probably shower.  Again."   
"Yeah, I kind of made a mess of you.  A beautiful mess, though..." He smiled, but noticed her face clouding.  "What's wrong, Sweet?"
She frowned.  "I'm just realizing that this whole affair started with a shower.  And after tomorrow..."  She hid her face against his shoulder.
"Oh."  He didn't know what to say.  He felt some light tears against his arm, then a sniffle, but then her face reappeared, trying bravely to smile.  "Well, we will have tomorrow, won't we?  And well...that's so much more than I dared to expect from this..." She kissed him again.  "Sleep now, shower and plan later."  She wrapped her arms around him, pressing her sticky chest against his. He reached for the rumpled bedspread and pulled it over them, holding the warmth in against the blowing AC. Warmth, love, and messiness...that was what relationships were all about, right? He kissed her forehead and let relaxation take over and bring them precious sleep for the rest of the cloudy afternoon. When they finally woke together, their bodies longed to be joined yet again in a joy-filled tender fuck. When she finally rose from the bed, he watched her butt wiggle cutely as she danced toward the bathroom.  She looked back with a grin and he quickly followed.
  
For the final day, the cruise was scheduled to call at Nassau, but Renae and Brian decided to skip it and spend the day in bed. Renae woke him by sucking him to hardness, then turning away for a long, slow session of spoon fucking. They ordered breakfast in bed again, showered, licked and sucked each other to more orgasms, ordered a room service lunch, and fucked again. Her orgasms were coming so close together that Renae had to finally beg Brian to stop, stroking him against her soft belly until he finally shuddered and came. She watched his face again as the wave of pleasure rose and broke over him, smiling with satisfaction at what they had done. 

Finally, after another long nap together, they prepared for their last night together. Brian's flight arrangements required that his bag be packed and left out for pickup overnight, so he assembled the items he needed in his carry-on and sealed up his main luggage. Leaving Renae to do her own packing, he went to the business office to pay the bar and room service tab for the week. "Worth every damn penny", he mumbled to himself. He asked for an itemized receipt, thinking that each drink, each meal, on that bill had some remembrance of his romance with Renae. 

When he returned to the cabin, he sat quietly, watching with adoration as she finished primping and prepping her makeup, though reminding her that he preferred the natural flush of her lips and cheeks earlier in the day. She carried that flush of arousal with her all evening, glowing luminously through dinner. She teased him as they made their rounds of the ship, whispering to him that again, she had worn no underwear. She blushed brightly through conversation with their favorite bartender, and left Allison with a very unprofessional kiss.  At last, when they returned to the cabin, he stripped her out of her dress again--tenderly, but eagerly.  She clung to him desperately as he wriggled free of his clothing, and pulled him down to the bed.  She was wet already, and she refused any further foreplay--'This whole day has been foreplay, Brian'--and begged to be filled. Oh and how he filled her, again and again, as she convulsed beneath him.  She nursed his cock back to hardness a second time afterward, and rode over him, wrapping him totally in her arms, her legs, her mouth, breasts, and lucious pussy. He did all he could to memorize this moment--her breasts, her face, her hair hanging down over him, her whispers of love. She looked into his eyes as she fucked him, and in the end, when his climax finally overtook him, she glowed with pure delight.

"I'll never forget you, Renae...never forget this week..." he murmured to her when it was all over.
"I'll see you again soon...somehow, Love." She kissed his chest and drifted into sleep.

The morning came far too soon. Renae's group charter was leaving early, and she had to wake early and dress quickly. Brian watched sadly through tired eyes, but Renae smirked naughtily, touched herself briefly, and lifted a finger to his mouth to suck on, flavored with all of the activity from last night. "No time to shower...I'm carrying you back with me to Columbus!" 
He grinned at her, sat up to hug her, and then she was gone...rolling her suitcase down the hallway just as she had arrived. He fell back into bed for a moment, then smiled to himself and trudged into the shower.