A Shot of Herophine

Yacht

Friendly reminder that this is only a work of fiction and written purely for entertainment purposes.

Josephine's POV

I wake up on a plush mattress tucked into a sturdy wooden bed frame at the centre of a small stateroom.

I squint against the sunlight that is peeking through the unfamiliar blinds. It takes me a few moments to remember where I am, but when I inhale and salty air invades my nostrils, I am pleasantly reminded.

The delicate swaying motion of the yacht, perpetuated by the calm waves surrounding us, create a soothing sensation. My eyelids grow heavy once again and I feel my body relax as I am rocked back to sleep.

"Jo, love, wake up", a deep voice whispers as my hair is swept away from my face.

I mumble back an incoherent response and yawn, turning my body to lay on my side and snuggling further into the pillow.

A pair of hands gently wrap around my ankles and begin slowly stroking their way up my legs. It's calming and succeeds in making me even more drowsy.

My body awakens when the hands are replaced by a pair of plump lips. Wet, hot kisses meet my skin, tracing the same path along my legs as the hands did just moments ago.

Not before long, the lips meet the top of my thighs. They're so close to my core that I can feel the warm breath through my thin cotton shorts.

I reach down and grab a handful of soft hair, tugging it so that the lips can touch me through my shorts, but suddenly, the strands of hair fall between my fingers and the warm breath is gone. 

I startle awake, my eyes fluttering open, my skin flushed and my breathing quick, as I prop myself against the headboard.

I hear a faint chuckle and turn my head to the side to see Hero smirking at me. "Looks like it worked, huh?"

"What?", I reply breathlessly.

"Well, you're finally awake, aren't you?", he says, with a grin on his face.

Huh? That wasn't just a wet dream?

"Oh, no, baby. I know that felt a lot better than a wet dream", Hero states, cocky as ever.

Shit, did I say that out loud?

"Why did you stop then?", I ask, frustration evident in my tone.

"One second longer of that and we would have never left this room today", he replies as he pulls off his white t-shirt, leaving him in only his swimming trunks.

"And that's bad because...?", I press stubbornly.

"If our plan was just to have sex this weekend, I would've just rented a hotel room. But since I spent half my pay check to rent this yacht, we should at least try take advantage of it", he reasons.

I get out of bed and wrap my arms around his lean torso. "You're right, babe, I'm sorry".

"It's okay". He smiles down at me, pecks my lips and lightly taps my arse. "Now go get changed. We're going swimming and if you're not ready in 5 minutes..."

"You'll what?", I challenge him.

"I'm gonna make you pay", he teases and leaves the stateroom to climb onto the upper deck.

I exhale slowly and smirk as I vow to make him pay for the little stunt he just pulled.

Hero's POV

I've travelled a lot in the past year but I've never had the opportunity to fully enjoy the places I've visited. With my busy work schedule, I usually only have a few days to explore a city or simply relax and enjoy the scenery.