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As Andrea and John approached the al fresco dining table on the aft deck, Gemma and her husband rose from their seats.
“Apologies,” said
Jason. “Gemma and I are rather ravenous and made a head start.”
“Oh, we were tardy.” John grinned. “Andrea decided to change her clothes at the last minute.”
Esteban and Jada bustled about the table, topping up the drinks and laying out additional dishes of antipasto, dips, bread, and sticks of vegetables. Gemma and Jason playfully fed each other dips with pieces of cucumber and sliced peppers.
John picked up a fork and then replaced it on the plate with a clatter. When the stewards left, he spoke. “I wanted to say again how sorry I am…we are about this morning and everything.” His eyes shifted between Gemma and her husband.
“It’s fine, John. Jason and I have moved on. We don’t hold grudges, do we?” She smiled at Jason.
“Not a great idea, given the nature of what we two get up to, holding grudges!” He grinned back.
Gemma leant over and kissed Jason’s mouth, feeding him a piece of tomato as they touched lips.
“You’re certainly chilled, the pair of you.” Andrea glanced at John’s drawn face.
“What did you two do when you got back to your room?” Jason asked. Gemma could tell Jason was swinging into action. He didn’t want to waste time dwelling on the morning’s events. Neither did she.
Andrea fiddled with her bread, creating a pile of crumbs. “Well, we argued. We do bicker quite a lot when we’re stressed then we lay on the bed for a bit of a rest.”
Jason frowned. “What a wasted opportunity.” He took Gemma’s hand and kissed her knuckles. “She was stressed, too. However, once I had made love to her, it was all forgotten. Nothing like a good orgasm to wipe away tension.”
John dropped his fork, and Gemma went crimson. “Jason! You’re embarrassing me!” she said quickly.
Andrea bristled “Sex isn’t that spontaneous for us.”
Gemma despatched a carefully toned glare at Jason. “Don’t make them feel uncomfortable. Many couples require romance and ambience to have sex.”
“I’m well aware of that. I’m not ignorant of vanilla techniques!” he admonished with a white-toothed grin.
Gemma found his blue eyes especially dazzling after the stupendous orgasm he had given her. She had practically fallen off the dresser onto his head.
John scratched the stubble on his chin, frowning. Her brother seemed confused by Jason’s flitting behaviour. Not surprising. Her husband had switched from being a daunting, dominating man, who had his wife at his feet, to a playful host who happily joked with Gemma.
John shrugged. “I’m sorry Andrea and I can’t get into the mood for you.”
“Sex can be a humdrum for us,” explained Andrea. “We need the right atmosphere. Tension doesn’t do it for us.”
“Humdrum! What a sad declaration to make. I don’t think I could define our sex life as humdrum, could we, Gemma?” Jason raised an eyebrow at his wife.
“Err. No.” Gemma cleared her throat with a small cough. “At least, I wouldn’t dare say otherwise. You’re the one who directs, I merely follow the conductor’s baton, so to speak.”
“Cheeky. Seriously, you two, it’s in your hands to spice things up. The world of vanilla I find to be very restrictive if you’re not feeling romantic. Sex has so much else to offer, doesn’t it, darling?” He kissed Gemma’s palm, and she squirmed as his tongue tickled.
“You’re baiting me, Jason.” She turned to her guests. “This is play, you two. This is one of his mind games. I’m supposed to fall into a trap, say something he deems inappropriate. Sex is his weapon, you see. What it has to offer him is very different to what it has to offer me.”
“I’m a him?” Jason shook his head. “Reduced to pronouns. Very disrespectful. The deferential words are very lacking, Gemma. A weapon! If I remember, you quite like my assortment of weapons. You don’t complain about my armoury.”
“Your armoury constantly impresses me, Sir. I can’t fault it. I meant, being my Dominant, you have a different expectation of sex than me, your dutiful submissive.”
“Expectation? I expect you to do as your told, and in return, you can expect whatever I give you.”
“Lie back and think of England. That’s the motto of a good submissive.” Gemma jabbed her fork at him.
