Her senses were clouded with him. Reality overlapped Jill's dreams as his arm came around her. She felt him pull her body slightly back, felt the puzzle pieces of their bodies slip together. Unconsciously she wiggled against his hard body.
She imagined what she'd see if she opened her eyes, she wore a white tank top and a pair of purple boyshorts, he wore a pair of faded black sweatpants. His tanned arm slung around her waist teased the sensitive skin of her belly.
He shifted, rubbed his lips on her bare shoulder and slipped a hand up to cup her breast. She relaxed back into the embrace, her breathing deepening as she slipped back into sleep.
His body betrayed him, he struggled not to grind his erection into her ass. His hand drifted back to tease the line of bare skin, relishing the warmth, the smooth firm skin of her stomach. His mind pulled back and forth, how much did he want to risk, knowing her brother slept in the stateroom next door, knowing his brother slept in the bed not 3 feet away.
His hand slipped under her shirt to tease her nipple, groaning silently he pulled her ever closer and ran his fingers over the hardened peak. Moving his hand up he gave the other nipple the same treatment. Opening his eyes slightly he shifted his head down to nip at her neck, biting softly only to soothe with his tongue.
He heard her breathing quicken, a signal she was awake, that they no longer drifted between dreams and reality. Her hand covered his, stilled his tweaking of her nipples.
"Shhhhhhh," he whispered, nipping at her ear, "you're beautiful, just let me touch you."
Her heart raced, as she considered. They'd been walking this line, but this was at least 3 steps over the line.
"Stop thinking so much," he dropped kisses along her neck.
His hand moved back down, his long fingers spread to cover her bare stomach. "Or we can just sleep - it's up to you."
Seconds passed like an eternity, he relaxed back toward sleep when he felt her hand tentatively move his back to her breast.
He rolled her nipples between his fingers and nearly shook with pleasure when she wiggled her ass against his erection. In one move her rolled her over and sealed his mouth to hers. Pulling her body against his he wove his legs between hers. She arched against him as his tongue touched hers for the first time.
Tearing his mouth away from hers he pushed her shirt up to reveal her bare breasts, meeting her eyes he brought a finger to his lips, "shhh," he mimed and she nodded. He kissed each of her nipples and tugged one into his mouth. Nipping and soothing just as he had the soft skin of her neck.
She rubbed herself against his leg, friction, all she needed was a little friction and she'd fly. Her body was tied in knots, aching for release. Pulling his head from her breast she met his lips again frantically.
His hand slipped under the waistband of her underwear, cupping the curve of her ass in his hand and pulling her pelvis against him. "Please," she whispered, sucking his earlobe into her mouth.
He slipped a finger inside her and she buried her head in the crook of his neck. "Oh god," she whispered pressing her lips where his neck met his shoulder. His thumb toyed over her clit and she bit her lip against the moan.
"I want you to come for me Jill," he whispered, watching as she rode his hand with abandon. He added another finger and smiled as her eyes widened.
She felt the delicious stretch, the warmth seep from her bellybutton toward her fingertips. His fingers twisted inside her and the coil snapped she fell over the edge, sinking her teeth into the sinewy muscle of his shoulder.
"Holy shit."