Not mine. Just playing with them. Rating Mature.

Chapter 9

SPOV

We woke up the next morning, cuddled together naked on the chaise lounges on our balcony. The sun was just beginning to crest over the horizon of the water. Ranger stood and stretched while I enjoyed the view. I stood up, making tracks to the bathroom to take care of nature.

"I'm going to head down to the gym for a quick workout," Ranger said when I came out. He'd pulled on basketball shots, a loose black tee shirt and running shoes. "We can eat breakfast in the main dining room when I get back. You can catch another hour of sleep," he said, leaning in for a quick peck on the lips.

"Give me a minute to get dressed," I said. "I'll go with you. Even with all the calories we burned last night, I'm planning to have a few more chocolate decadences before we debark." I pulled on some tiny running shorts and a workout tank that said 'I run for cake'. Oh, Ella. I pulled my hair into a high ponytail and was tugging on socks when I looked back at Ranger. He was staring at me like I had carrots coming out of my ears.

"You workout?" he said.

"Not that well, but I usually do a few miles every morning and maybe some arm stuff like the rowing machine. Sometimes I just stick with the elliptical. I realized I felt better all day long when I started my day with a shot of endorphins." I tied my shoes. "Ready?" He grabbed my hand and off we went. We ran side by side on treadmills, though at the end of 45 minutes when I got done, I tried not to be too disheartened that he had gone almost twice the distance I had. Oh well. A yoga class was just staring up in one of the rooms off the main workout area. Ranger looked at me and raised his eyebrows.

"Seriously? You do yoga?" I said, incredulous.

"Babe," he said, handing me a mat. We made it through the 30-minute class, but not without a lot of distraction, at least on my part. Seriously, this man was so sexy. I could see the damp V on his chest where his sweat had soaked through his shirt. And I'm pretty sure he was more flexible than I was. I wasn't the only one in the class taking notice of Ranger, and surprisingly, it made me feel so freaking happy that he was mine. We made it back to our room without anything indecent happening, but just barely. Once the door clicked closed, Ranger peeled me out of my workout clothes and pushed me into the shower. I pulled him in with me under the hot spray as the steam billowed throughout the room. His hands were running up and down my body, setting off little charges of electricity. I dropped to my knees and pushed my hair back out of my face.

"Dios, Babe," he ground out when I closed my lips around his erection and sucked hard. I wondered idly how quickly I could make him lose control. Using my hand at the base of his shaft, I worked my mouth in time with my strokes, running my tongue around the tip each time I withdrew. I moaned; this was more delicious than yesterday's ice cream cone! The water continued pouring over us, and Ranger was leaning forward, supporting his arms against the marble tiles that made up the shower wall. I picked up the pace, using my other hand to cradle his balls and gently massage his ass, enjoying the string of Spanish that came from Ranger's lips and the very heady feeling of making him lose control.

"JESUS! Steph…" the words died in this throat as he came hard into the back of my throat. I slowed and just like with my ice cream cone, I savored a few final licks before I kissed my way up his abdomen, chest, shoulders and neck. YUM.

"Let's get you washed now," I said, reaching for a washcloth.

"I don't think so, Babe." He pushed me back into the wall then, pinning my hands above my head as he feasted on my breasts. My nipples were puckered and standing tall, despite the very steamy shower. His hand trailed down, and I felt him smile against my neck when he found how wet I was for him. He kissed me again and slowly turned me around. His hands replaced his mouth on my nipples, continuing to tease in a sweet torture. His mouth worked at my neck, licking and nipping at the sensitive skin above my collarbone. I could feel his length pressed against my back. The man is a machine with his recovery time! Oh boy!

"Do you trust me?" he asked between kisses, one hand working my left nipple while the other slid three fingers inside me. My knees nearly gave out.

"Yes." It came out on a breath, barely louder than a whisper.

Very slowly Ranger leaned me forward, guiding me to place my hands on the bench at the back of the shower. His hands skated down my sides, settling on my hips. He eased his thigh between mine, spreading my legs wide as his fingers entered my core. He trailed his cock across my ass and down, and I automatically clenched. I took a breath and tried to relax. I did trust him. He removed his fingers and replaced them with his cock, pressing it into my entrance so slowly, inch by inch until I was filled to the hilt. I swear it felt like he was so far inside me he could have been touching my womb. A gave a few more slow strokes, testing. We had never done it this way before, with him behind me. As I continued to relax, he sped up. I was moaning and trying to remember to hold on to the bench for support. He reached around and lightly pinched my clit and I started to slide off the edge into the most delicious of orgasms. I felt a whisper of the most gentlest of pressures back there, but I was so far gone I couldn't process it. I was flying then, and Ranger was pumping for all he was worth. The little pressure never increased, just remained a hint of a promise of something delicious, and then it disappeared as I hauled up into another kiss so hot I was surprised it didn't boil the water in the shower.

After the shower, we dressed for the day. I was facing away from Ranger and pulling on denim shorts and a purple tank top when I plucked up the courage to ask. "What was that, in the shower?" I felt myself blushing.

Ranger was wearing a tee shirt and shorts again and was currently tucking his gun into the back of his waistband. "I know your limits, Babe. And I swear I won't do anything you don't ask me to. But I wanted to show you that the possibility of pleasure exists there." He said, crossing to me. "If you didn't like it, I won't do it again."

I shoved my feet into sandals. "It's not off the table," I said. "But let's go eat now because we only have one day to explore Nassau and I don't want to miss it because we spent the whole day in the room."

"Babe." I could read the excited desire on his face. Was he relaxing his blank face around me?

It was barely 8am; you got a lot done when you woke up before the sunrise. We enjoyed a breakfast in the main dining room. I had eggs benedict, breakfast potatoes and cut fruit while Ranger had a bagel with cream cheese, lox and cut fruit. I ordered Coffee and Ranger asked for Coffee and waters for both of us.

"Gotta hydrate you, Babe."

We are in companionable silence, and stopped at one of the shops in the atrium on our way out so that I could pick up a nice floppy hat and big sunglasses. Ranger selected a pair of mirrored "cop" shades, and we disembarked the ship.

We spent the day exploring the city of Nassau in the Bahamas. I found a brochure at the excursion desk which advertised Marching Flamingoes at the zoo, which I decided we absolutely had to see. They even let Ranger and I (along with other tourists) into the ring while the flamingoes marched around us. The damn birds were nearly as tall as Ranger, but only about 9lbs. We got some fun photos of us both standing like flamingoes on one leg while the real ones came close to check out our clothes with light pecks of their curved beaks. It was a hoot! On our walk back to toward the center of town we found a craft Rum Distillery. We took a quick tour, had a few sample shots and stumbled around the market, buying souvenirs and Rum Punches to sip while we walked. When we finally made our way back to the ship, it was mid-afternoon. We hadn't had lunch and the combination of rum and was making me feel very friendly. We detoured to our room to drop off our bags and change into swimsuits. Ranger told me he'd booked the private balcony in the Haven Complex, and that we could have lunch there. He looked absolutely edible in maroon board shorts. I went with the string bikini in light pink. I figured if the balcony was private, maybe I could get in some topless sunbathing!

Lunch was waiting for us on the sundeck when we arrived. A burger and fries for me and a chicken Cesar wrap and fruit for Ranger with 2 tall, frosty strawberry daquiris. We sat down to enjoy it, and I brazenly untied my top. Ranger raised his eyebrow and smiled. "I love seeing you so proud of your body, Babe." I blushed. I felt so much more confident in my own skin than I had a year ago. I liked it, too.

I was sipping the last of my daquiri and laid back to enjoy a nap in the sun. I awoke sometime later to find my bottoms had also been untied and Ranger was enjoying a mid-afternoon snack of Plum. I let my legs fall open wider and propped my head on my hands to watch. His eyes raked up my body and locked with mine and I felt him smile. Then he went to work and within minutes I was begging for more and shamelessly griding myself into his face as I worked my nipples with my own hands. He licked me from bottom to top and inserted three fingers while he gave attention to my clit and in no time, I was moaning his name, enjoying yet another orgasm. I really should have started counting them before we got on the ship. He crawled up beside me and settled on his stomach. He wasn't wearing his boardshorts. He picked up a thriller novel sitting on the table beside 2 frosty daquiris. He handed me one and smiled. "Gotta flip over or your tan will be lopsided, Babe."

I reluctantly tore my eyes away from his gorgeous ass and picked up my own murder-mystery novel and took a long drink. We read for nearly an hour before we heard a polite knock on the entry door.

"I'm guessing that means our time is up?" I asked, moving to get my suit back on.

"Yes. But we've got time booked out here every afternoon though," he said, pulling up his shorts and adjusting himself. We gathered our things and made our way back to the room.

We decided to eat in the main dining room that night. Part of me wondered if he was just trying to make sure we didn't spend the whole cruise naked. We showered separately, and I wore a bright coral swirly dress with a ruffle that ran from the strap over my shoulder, down to the hem which hit just below my knees. In deference to all the walking on the island today, I slide my feet into flat silvery sandals. Ranger was in khaki slacks and a white button-down shirt. The diamond studs were back in his ears; I hadn't seen him wear them for several months before he left. They were very sexy.

We were seated at a table with 3 other couples, and I enjoyed making small talk about their island adventures. Ranger endured it with a smile, and let his hands wander around my thighs under the table. After dinner we decided to catch the show of the night. We made our way toward the theatre, and I was excited to see it was a magic show. It was the late showing, so it was rated "R". The kiddies had all gone to bed, and the adults were out to play. Ranger pulled me close as we walked into the theatre behind other passengers. We opted to sit near the middle of the room. Thankfully much of the seating was in booth-style benches around low cocktail tables, rather than theatre style seating, so I was able to cuddle into Ranger on our high-backed bench. A cocktail waitress brought us beers – a Blue Moon for me and a Heineken for Ranger. The lights dimmed and the spotlight shown bright on the curtain.

Suddenly the spotlight was filled by a voluptuous black woman wearing a tight Flamingo pink sequined spandex mini-dress. "Hell-O party people! Who's ready to have a good time?" she said.

Ranger had been taking a pull on his Heineken and the sheer surprise had him spitting it across the small table. I laughed once and handed him a napkin. We both wore identical masks of surprise as we looked at each other. I smiled and Ranger looked stunned.

What the hell was Lula doing here?!

A/N: While most of this vacation is fictional, there really ARE marching flamingoes on Nassau. My husband and I saw them on our own cruise (which was not nearly as opulent as this one, I might add) back in 2013. I hadn't intended on making the cruise take up this many chapters, but I was supposed to take a girls cruise in 2020 on my 35th birthday, but it was cancelled because of COVID. So, once I started writing this vacation I found myself living vicariously through our couple, and it's ending up a little longer than I thought. Don't worry, we'll get back to Trenton and our skips soon enough!