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Janna pulled away, looking around her. The room wasn't large, but it was definitely cozy. The bed was covered in plush navy-blue and white striped blankets and pillows. Across from the bed was the door that led back to the galley, on the back of which was hung a Reservoir Dogs poster. On the wall to the right was a small desk and chair, over which hung a bulletin board plastered with photos. The wall on the left held an armchair and a door which presumably led to the bathroom. Several shelves also lined the walls, holding artifacts from Brice's personal life that required inspection.
With him still kneeling before her she rose and walked over to the shelves next to the arm chair. Besides holding a small stereo system and several CDs, it also had a shelf of paperbacks. "Science fiction, eh?" she asked when he finally stood and moved behind her. "I knew it. You're a nerd."
"Reformed nerd."
Janna smiled and moved slowly along the shelves, running her fingers along the rows of early 90's CDs, songs filled with angst and longing, sung by shaggy-haired guys dressed in dirty jeans and plaid shirts. She stopped before a shelf holding trophies of various sizes and colors. Each trophy had a little golden man atop it, his arm pulling back the string on a bow. "And what exactly are these?" she asked, unable to keep the teasing tone from her voice.
Brice blushed. He actually blushed. He mumbled something; his eyes focused squarely on the patch of floor in front of him. "What was that?" she asked, twisting the screws a little tighter.
"Archery trophies," he said, his blazing green eyes finally meeting hers. "I was regional champion in middle school. In high school, I even made it to the nationals." Brice was obviously embarrassed, but his look still held a tinge of pride.
"Archery, huh?" she said, attempting to sound unimpressed. "So you're pretty good at hitting a target?"
"Uh huh."
"I might have some targets in need of hitting," she purred, moving closer to the bed. In less than a second, he was on her, a needy groan escaping his lips before he captured hers. He pushed her back against the mattress and climbed in beside her, never releasing her. His lips caressed hers, his tongue gently probing until she opened for him.
His kisses stole her breath away. She couldn't breathe, couldn't think. All she could do was feel, and it was heavenly. Brice peeled off her clothes, kissing and licking each exposed slice of skin. After divesting her of her white cotton bikini-cut panties featuring little sailboats, he turned her over, licking up one leg from her foot to the back of her knee, then doing the other.
Janna moaned and wanted to cry in frustration when he paused to take off his clothes. Every time they made love, it felt like he was worshipping her body. Brice tasted her everywhere, and it was a decadent feeling, being loved so thoroughly. He slid his body upwards against hers, pausing to nibble playfully at her butt cheeks. Brice moved to his knees, pulling her up with him. His hands moved to her front, cupping her breasts, tweaking her already swollen nipples.
"You taste divine," he murmured as he licked her neck from shoulder to ear, then gave her earlobe small, stinging bites.
The mixture of sensation was driving Janna crazy. Her head rolled back to rest against his shoulder, and he took the opportunity to claim her mouth again with his. She couldn't help it, she squirmed in his lap, rubbing herself against his throbbing erection. Brice chuckled, moving one hand to lightly cup the front of her neck while the other moved down to grasp his shaft. After putting on a condom, he moved his member up and down against her heated skin, from the cleft of her now weeping pussy, along her ass crack, and back again. Soon Janna was whimpering uncontrollably.
"What do you want?" he asked, his hoarse voice warm against her ear.
"You," she pleaded, her eyes closed and her head leaned back in ecstasy. He gripped her hips, pushing her to her knees as he positioned himself behind her. Finally, with infinite slowness, he embedded himself fully in her waiting sheath.
"Bullseye," she said and heard him groan behind her. Their pace became feverish, her cries inciting his lust wildly until he was slamming into her from behind with force. "Don't stop!" she shouted, pushing back to meet him. The power of his thrusts drove Janna mad, and she took it all and wanted more.
Brice sped up, his cock sliding back and forth at light speed, the friction against her sensitive inner muscles becoming nearly unbearable. She climaxed with a scream, pressing her face into the mattress to stifle her cries. Within seconds Brice let out a shout behind her, driving deep inside of her and finding his own release.
"Jesus Christ, woman!" he exclaimed when he'd caught his breath enough to speak.
"That was definitely trophy-worthy," she said and was thrilled when she heard him groan beside her.
"Temptress," he mumbled against the skin of her neck as he pulled her tight against him once more.
"But you just released your arrow, so to speak," she said in surprise when she felt his hardness against her thigh.
"I've got a whole quiver full," he replied, licking around her ear before moving to claim her lips again. He replaced the condom, then pulled her beneath him as he positioned himself over her and thrust once again into her willing wetness.
Janna woke suddenly. She hadn't intended to fall asleep. Grabbing the heavy arm that was thrown possessively across her chest, she pulled it up to check his watch. Shit!
"Wake up, Brice!" she ordered, giving him a little shove.
"Whatsamatta?" he asked drowsily, trying to pull her closer to him and snuggle back into sleep.
"It's 3:30! We've got to head back towards the docks!"
"Later," he said, nuzzling her neck.
"Now," she countered. "Remember Rule #3?"
"Stupid rules!"
"You came up with them!"
"So I should be able to break them!" His face was adorably pouty, but Janna wouldn't give in.
"We must assure equality between the dates, remember? No extra time. So get up and show me how to get this boat headed in the right direction." Janna pulled herself out of his warm grasp, even though she really didn't want to, and quickly pulled on her clothes. By the time she had her white shorts zipped and navy blue boat neck top in place, Brice had stood and put on his boxer briefs. She gave him a playful smile that he willingly misinterpreted as permission to board and she slapped his hands away before they could grab her and skipped out of his quarters and back onto the deck.