At the edge of the bed, she stops and strips her dress off before laying back on the bed, leaving her thighs wide open for me to slide into and glide my tongue over her drenched pussy.
Her teeth dig into her lip to keep her moans locked in her throat.
The night falls away to our giggles and stunted moans.
After the close call a few days ago of sneaking Tally off the ship in the rising sun, we decided to keep our rendezvous to the mainland. My thoughts on that meant keeping it to the inn, Tally obviously has different plans.
She drags me down the sanded beach, tight to the cliffs until a section caves in and all that can be seen from inside is the vast open ocean and craggy rocks, ready to destroy everything that dares to challenge them. Small islands dance in the distance, too far away to even comprehend that someone– or someones– would be undressing inside the small inconspicuous cave.
The second we’re undressed, we’re tangled in each other, teeth clashing as we kiss. Hands roaming the expanse of each other, like we haven't done it hundreds of times already over the past couple months.
Moans and demands fall from Tally’s lips, as she guides me to pleasure her, both of us rocking into one another on the sand-covered rocky floor.
Our cries of pleasure echoing off the jagged walls.
Even once we finish, we don’t leave. Not until we’ve each cried out numerous times, and our legs struggled to hold us upright. The sun now dipping below the horizon, washing Tally in shades of gold and pink.
It makes her look ethereal.
With a flush across the apples of her cheeks, a light sheenof sweat cooling into her skin, she truly is something out of this world.
My chest squeezes tight when she smiles, a gentle and fragile thing.
When we return to the inn, I head to my room as she heads off to sort out the tavern, before she slips into my room when the stars are shining up above.
Chapter Twenty-Four
TALLY
It’s been three and a half months since the Burnt Bones showed up here.
Three and a half months of having unbelievable, mind blowing sex with Cyrus.
Three and a half months of raging emotions of all kinds.
Three and a half months of being kept a secret and hiding.
I won’t lie and say it hasn’t been fun, to begin with at least. Now, the constant hiding is starting to hurt. Walking together through town, but not being able to hold her hand. Remembering to keep distance between us, when all I really want is to be close to her.
It’s starting to hurt.
But we promised this would be a secret, that it would be just sex– so I don’t mention anything. Even when it no longer feels like it’s just sex. At least not to me.
Shaking my head, I dispel everything that’s lurking just beneath the surface and plaster on my usual grin.
As the ship is almost finished it’s repairs– something else that’s been tugging nervously on my stomach– Cyrus has got the afternoon off. She’s had a little more time to breathe lately,especially now that Amara is starting to get back to Captain duties.
So with the time off, I’m taking Cyrus back to the pool I took her to all those months ago. But this time, I’m going equipped with wine and snacks. My attempts to wine and dine her, before filling the night with her moans and whimpers.
The basket is set with everything I need, covered by a blanket, ready to depart. Now, I just have to wait until Cyrus gets back from whatever morning duties she’s done on the ship.
My nerves are somewhat scattered.
This is more of a courting date than a meeting to just fuck.
For the next hour, I flitter around the inn, cleaning things that don’t need cleaning. Every five minutes, I return to the kitchen just to check the basket is exactly where I left it. Which, of course, it is. Completely untouched by anyone who isn’t me.
It’s another hour of stupidity before Cyrus stalks into the tavern.
