Twenty-Five

We don’t leave the room until we dock three days later.

The condoms that Annie gave me were quickly used up and after a rather awkward phone call to room service, we had two more boxes delivered. The bathroom trash was quickly filling up and I felt a moment of guilt for whoever was going to clean our room during our departure.

But that was quickly forgotten when James bent me over the back of the couch and fucked me from behind.

After that first time, I hadn’t had to ask again. He’d locked the front door and put out the do not disturb sign before telling me that I was going to be naked and unable to walk for the next few days. And he made good on his promise.

The mornings were filled with me waking up to his tongue on my pussy and an orgasm coursing through me followed by breakfast and a shower fuck fest. The rest of the day consists of more food hastily eaten between more orgasms. Every surface of our suit has been christened multiple times over.

By the time we docked in Italy we