Slow Hand Read Free

the furnishings while a big screen television hung on the wall. Light wood cabinets kept the cooking area from being dark. She marveled at the ingenious use of space and opened every cupboard she saw.
    The bathroom off the master cabin was small but well appointed with a shower set in a tiny tub. She opened the medicine chest over the sink to check out what it was that Jared had put away. A variety pack of condoms: glow in the dark, flavored and ribbed for her pleasure.
    Extra large .
    She snorted. Philip should be so lucky.
    Back in the master cabin she checked out the drawer in the night table. The DVDs Jared had put away were x-rated. She popped one into the player, propped herself on the bed and skipped through the beginning to find couples enjoying strong, healthy, powerful sex. Great sex. Friendly sex. Even affectionate sex.
    Philip’s pious expression when he’d explained the concept of revirginizing swam in front of her mind’s screen. He wanted them to remember their wedding night as special, he’d said. She’d been amazingly agreeable. It had been so easy to give up sleeping with him that she should have seen the signs of a dying relationship.
    But by then the wedding had taken on a life of its own, a juggernaut, there was no stopping it. His mother, her mother, the caterer, the church, the dress!
    None of the energetic sex she saw on the portable bedroom television had ever happened with Philip. She sighed, wandered out to the little kitchen, retrieved the champagne from the fridge, opened it and poured herself a tumbler full. She considered digging out the flutes Jared had put away but the tumbler held more. And Teri wanted lots.
    When she settled back onto the bed a couple onscreen were enjoying a fabulously decadent soixante neuf . The actor’s tongue work looked enthusiastic. The actress looked happy.
    Teri watched closely, amused at first. The moaning and sex talk were obviously dubbed in afterward. No one really said things like that, no one felt things as strongly as the actors pretended.
    She changed positions on the bed, lying on her belly with her head at the foot so she could see the action up close. And up close was what she got.
    The camera closed in on his tongue so Teri could see the moisture, the red, full clit he was licking and sucking gently between his lips.
    Her own body reacted to the visual stimulus and moistened as the actress widened her legs and the actor slid his tongue deep into her. She thrashed on the bed in a stunning display of sexual hysteria that had never, ever overcome Teri.
    She was jealous. Did people react this strongly to oral sex? She never had. But, then, Philip was so fastidious she doubted he’d ever been as deeply involved as the actor was. Even an actor who was being paid to fake it was more turned on than Philip had been the few times she’d insisted.
    Teri knew what she wanted, knew what she liked, knew what would get her off like a rocket, but Philip had issues.
    She’d always hoped he’d warm up more. Get hotter, get horny. For her. But he hadn’t. Wouldn’t. Not ever.
    The onscreen couple switched positions and the actress performed fellatio until the man bucked and howled with his orgasm. The couple tumbled onto the sofa, sated.
    Teri clicked off the TV, took another long drink and rolled onto her back. Her legs slid open and she felt herself, moist and heavy with need.
    The bedroom door was open and from here she could see through the living area and up the stairs to one small rectangular patch of sky. She wondered what would happen if Jared were to peer down the hatch and see her here with her legs splayed and her hand on her wet slit.
    Would the pirate on deck come down to the master cabin and grab her ankles like the actor had? She closed her eyes and let her fantasy play out. It was better than any porn flick because she could control every movement, every word and all of her responses. She could tell Jared what to do and he’d do it.
    She could