buried between her legs, the other cupping her breast. His half-erect cock nestled between her buttocks. She felt more comfortable with him than with any Other man. His deep appreciation of her was evident in everything he did. He worshipped her body, he freely shared himself with her, and she gloried in every new sensation.
If she'd met him in her former life at a ball or some other so-cial occasion, would she have felt like this? This instant connection and strong sexual attraction? She'd changed so much that she no longer trusted herself. Bitter experience had replaced her former romantic dreams. Nothing was ever as good as it seemed, and yet here she was, wrapped in a man's arms and at peace for the first time in years.
She smiled into the darkness. His scent bathed her now, the exotic smell of spices and his seed as familiar as her own cream. Had she ever allowed herself to lie entwined with a man without wanting to rid herself of the physical reminders of yet another unwanted sexual encounter?
"You're awake."
She slowly opened her eyes as Philip nuzzled her neck.
"I suppose I am."
He chuckled, the sound muffled against the nape of her neck. "I keep imagining I'm back on the ship again. I woke up because everything wasn't moving."
"The voyage from India is very long, n'est-cepas}"
"Aye, five to six months on average." He squeezed her breast. "And no women passengers to flirt with. Can you imagine that?"
"I cannot imagine how you survived without sex for that long."
He laughed again, the sound sleepy and intimate. "There were some avenues I explored—unconventional ones, I might add."
She placed her hand over his as he slowly fingered her nipple. "Such as?"
"You are a curious minx, madame. I hesitate to shock you."
She almost laughed. "I don't think that is possible."
He sighed and settled himself against her, his breath warm on her cheek. "From my first day aboard the ship, one of the men who served in the passenger cabins made it clear to me that if I was interested in a sexual tryst, he would be happy to oblige."
Philip kissed her shoulder. "I, of course, politely declined his offer, telling him I had no interest in men. But as the voyage progressed and my hand became the only means of satisfying myself, I began to see his proposal in a different light."
Helene arched her back against the growing swell of Philip's cock, felt the first wetness of his precum soak into her skin.
"I found myself lingering in my cabin to watch him perform the simplest tasks. I loved the way he laid out my linen, the tight stretch of his breeches over his arse as he made my bed. He was a handsome man, too, with long black hair and a gold earring in each ear.
"One morning, about three months into our voyage, I met him in one of the narrow corridors between the state rooms and the kitchen. A roll of the ship threw me against him, and he caught hold of my arms. I didn't step back. I let my body press his into the wall, felt his erect cock grind against mine."
Helene shivered as the tip of Philip's thumb worked its way inside her back passage.
"When he licked my lips, I almost came in my breeches. ..."
"And how did that make you feel?"
He groaned and rocked against her, his precum making his cock slide easily between her buttocks. "Hard, horny, and desperate, if you really want to know. Two days after that, I deliberately met him again outside the tiny storeroom. He shoved me inside the room and went down on his knees. Before I could even speak, he had my cock in his mouth and soon my seed was pumping down his throat."
Helene slid her leg up over Philip's thigh and anchored her foot on his hip, leaving her sex open to his questing fingers, her arse ready for the first penetration of his cock. He pressed against her, withdrew, and then returned, his cock now slathered in oil and precum.
"God, I let him do that to me every night in my cabin, my hands in his hair, holding him against me, making sure he took every drop of my