Chapter One Hundred and Sixteen

Her words were garbled as the volcano erupted and she screamed his name her body convulsing with pleasure, the muscles in her walls clenched him so tightly he was drained of every drop when he shot his seed. He looked into her eyes and said softly,

‘Il marinaio è vivo e starà bene.’ [The sailor is alive and he is going to be alright.]

She burst into noisy tears of relief and he hugged her close until the storm had passed,

‘Avrei dovuto farlo quando siamo saliti a bordo.’ [I should have done this when we boarded.]

He told her and sitting up he pulled her onto his lap and explained the rules of the yacht to her. Well he tried to, halfway through his explanations he noticed she had fallen asleep again and he smiled then gently curled against her and within minutes they were both deeply asleep.

They cruised the Mediterranean for a month and they saw a lot of the huge double beds that faced the sea. He could not get enough of her and she responded in kind, all it took was a look or a touch