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  “What is wrong with us?” I asked “It’s not like we haven’t seen each other naked before, why do I feel so shy around you now, and you are acting weird too, I must say”.

  Adam looked at me for a few seconds before he responded:

  “I don’t know about you, but I am nervous because it is more important now. Before, all I could think about was getting your clothes off. After that first time, all I could think about each time was how good it had been before, and how good I thought it would be again. Now, we have had some time to get to know each other, we know that there is a lot more between us than great sex. I know now that the reason I was so upset when I thought I had lost you was because I love you. Whether you realize it or not, I am pretty sure that you love me too. That’s why things have changed between us”.

  After dropping this bombshell on me, Adam smiled, loosened his tie, and started walking down the hall.

  “I think the bedroom is this way”, his voice said, getting fainter as he walked further away, “are you going to join me?”

  28.

  I stood at the front door for a few moments, then followed Adam slowly. He loved me? I knew I loved him, I had worked that out long ago. How long had he known? I opened the door that had swung to after Adam, and found him leaning against the window, looking out across the ocean.

  “How long have you known?” I asked quietly.

  “The night in my suite when you took off my t-shirt and played with your food so provocatively. At that point I thought that the rest of our days were going to be fun. I didn’t think that through at the time, it was only later that I realized that I wanted us to be together for the rest of our days. I was going to tell you before the ship docked in Sydney, when I worked out the best way to tell you, but we never got that chance”.

  I leaned in then, and wrapped my arms around him, holding him tight. I put my head against his chest and sighed deeply.

  “I’ve still got that t-shirt you know, and the sweatpants”.

  Adam spoke to the top of my head:

  “ I wondered what had happened to them. My steward had to pack up my things and they were put ashore for me to collect, I couldn’t find them and couldn’t remember if you had worn them to your stateroom that morning or not”.

  Adam then put a finger under my chin, and lifted my face up so that he could look into my eyes.

  “You know”, he said, “If you close your eyes, the sound of the waves crashing on the beach sound almost like the sound of the ocean slapping against the ship’s hull”.

  At that, I laughed, and took off my jacket. Adam’s eyes widened.

  “That top”, he said, “You have no idea how many lonely nights I spent remembering you sitting across from me in the restaurant in that top. I was nearly undone when you started teasing me, and all I could think of was getting you somewhere private where I could find out what was underneath that top. When we were walking, I was acting like a complete weirdo, looking down your top as we walked, and I was completely unashamed that I was doing it too”. He said the last with a little bit of bravado. So that explained his comment about him being taller.

  “I did enjoy teasing you that night”, I said, “and I liked the result that it got me too. So, I dressed carefully for tonight”, I said as I started to unzip my skirt. The skirt fell past my boots to the floor with a swish, revealing some very brief briefs that were enhanced by a garter belt and stockings that I had purchased for tonight, hoping that they were as attractive to men, or one man in particular, as the media would have me believe.

  Adam gulped, and emboldened by that, I pulled the top over my head, revealing a very lacy, and completely transparent black bra. Adams eyes widened, and he approached, hooked an arm around my waist and pulled me to him.

  Adam’s mouth was raining kisses down from my mouth, down my neck, down my cleavage, and he was suckling at my breast through my bra, causing me to arch my back to try to give him greater access. A heat pooled between my legs, and I pushed my pelvis against his. Adam ground his pelvis into mine, and grasped my buttocks, lifting me up so that I could drive myself crazy rubbing myself against him and driving myself into a sexual frenzy. It had been too long, and I had missed the feeling of Adam’s body against and inside mine. Adam’s fingers slipped under the lace of my briefs, and he massaged my buttocks, pulling me against him even harder. One hand slipped underneath me, and then I felt that wonderful, magical thumb work its way around until it was rubbing me right where Adam knew I was most sensitive. Adam slipped his fingers inside me, and as my weight was pressing down on him, it didn’t take much for me to wriggle so that I could wring the most pleasure out of his subtle wrist movements. As Adam’s tongue was in my mouth, mimicking what his fingers were doing to my body, I climaxed quickly and clung to Adam until the convulsions finished. I wriggled until Adam put me down again, and started fumbling with the buttons on his shirt. Giving up, I just pulled until the stitching gave way, buttons flying everywhere around the room. Again, Adam stopped me from fumbling with the zip of his pants, which was probably a good thing.

  Once his shaft was free of his clothing, I maintained eye contact with Adam while I slid down his body, and took him into my mouth. I suckled, and squeezed, and licked until Adam could take no more. Suddenly he pulled me upwards, and again lifting me up by the buttocks, sat me on the dresser, where he hurriedly pushed my lace briefs to one side, quickly entered me and we made love harder and faster than ever before. So much for waiting. Very soon we were both shuddering in climax, and I could feel my insides pulsating, obviously Adam could feel it as well, as he moaned in satisfaction until it stopped.

  We suddenly looked at each other and exclaimed together: “We did it again!”

  We had been so eager that I was still wearing my underwear and boots, and Adam was still wearing his shoes and socks and despite the abundance of condoms I had brought with me (and apparently Adam had also packed a lot) the ferocity and speed of our coupling after our long abstinence had caught us by surprise, and we had forgotten protection again.

  We didn’t let that bother us however, and spent most of that weekend indoors, making love in every room of the house, and on just about every surface. We spent a little time outside, walking along the beach, and emerging from our hideaway occasionally to eat, but most of our time was spent exploring each other’s bodies, talking softly, and making plans for the future.

  Epilogue:

  As I sat on the swing seat in our backyard, watching Adam play with our young daughter, Hannah, I rubbed my belly, caressing the new life in there that I could feel moving more frequently these days. When Hannah had been born, Adam and I had jokingly said that her middle name should be “oops” as she had been conceived that night in Lorne when we had forgotten the condom. We had kept that little bit of gossip to ourselves when we told our friends that we were expecting, however.

  Adam had turned amazingly old fashioned, insisting that we married before our baby was born. At first I had been reluctant, I knew he loved me, but I didn’t want him to marry me just because I was pregnant. After a very short while Adam managed to convince me that the only thing that the pregnancy had changed was our timing – we would have got married eventually, so why wait? I thought that his argument made sense, so we decided that our relationship should be formalized where it had begun, on a cruise ship. Because Adam managed to talk me around early in the pregnancy when I was still allowed to travel, we decided to splurge and get married on a pink sand beach in Bermuda – as part of a wedding cruise package on a cruise ship that sailed out of New York City. James and Audrey were still in the States, and Emily had been showing me lots of lovely photos from Audrey’s Facebook feed, which made me eager to travel some more before we had babies and travel became more difficult. Adam again booked a really nice suite, not to impress me, but so we had plenty of room to move around and could make plenty of noise without disturbing the people on either side of us as we would have done had we had a standard room. And we did ma
ke a lot of noise.

  Friends and family were invited along on the cruise to celebrate our wedding, and after the ship docked in New York, we stayed for a few days and explored the Big Apple before we took the mandatory honeymooners’ trip to Niagara Falls, afterwards making our way home.

  After our wedding, Adam moved into our house with me. I don’t know exactly when I stopped thinking of it as my house, and started thinking of it as our house, but that’s what it was now. Luckily his dog was cat friendly, but the reverse could not be said for Snowball. Snowball would lay in wait for poor Katie and torment her before sitting back haughtily and pretending that he had done nothing. Luckily, Katie and I got along well, and she would often hang around me, seemingly for protection from the awful cat.

  I shifted to make myself more comfortable – something that was becoming more difficult as my abdomen expanded – and dreamily watched my loving, handsome husband tickle our happy little girl until she giggled like she would never stop. Our house was a family home again, and I had never been happier.

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