April 14th 1912
As the sun began to set on the horizon, Thomas and I found ourselves seated at a cozy table in the ship's dining room, eagerly awaiting the arrival of our dear friend, Molly Brown. We had arranged to have an early dinner together, as we all relished each other's company and delightful conversations.
"I'm so glad we could arrange this dinner with Molly," I said to Thomas, a warm smile on my lips.
He nodded in agreement, his eyes shining with excitement. "Me too. She's such a wonderful person, and her energy is contagious."
Just then, I caught sight of Molly approaching our table, her vibrant spirit evident even from a distance. She greeted us with a boisterous, "Well, if it isn't the lovely couple of the Titanic!"
Molly's infectious laughter filled the air, and I couldn't help but laugh along with her. "Molly, you always know how to make an entrance," I said, embracing her warmly.
Thomas chuckled, extending his hand to her. "It's a pleasure to see you, Molly," he said, shaking her hand with a grin.
We settled into our seats, and the conversation flowed effortlessly. Molly regaled us with her adventures on the ship, making us laugh and gasp in equal measure.
"I must say, I'm impressed with all the activities you've been enjoying," Thomas said, amused by Molly's vivacious spirit.
"Oh, honey, when life offers you a grand ship like this, you've got to make the most of it!" Molly replied with a wink.
As we enjoyed our meal, we delved into heartfelt conversations about life, love, and the thrill of being on the Titanic. Molly's zest for life was contagious, and her genuine interest in our own journey made us feel cherished.
After dessert, as we sipped our tea, the conversation turned to the memorable moments we had experienced on the ship so far.
"You know," Molly said with a grin, "I've seen many things in my life, but being on this ship with you two has been quite the highlight."
I reached over to squeeze her hand. "The feeling is mutual, Molly," I said. "You've added so much joy to our time here."
Thomas nodded, a soft smile on his face. "Indeed. We're grateful to have you as a friend."
The evening passed by far too quickly, but our hearts were full of laughter and love. As we bid farewell to Molly, promising to meet again soon, Thomas and I walked back to our stateroom hand in hand.
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As we stepped into our suite after the delightful dinner, the air seemed to hum with an electric energy. The evening had been a whirlwind of laughter, delicious food, and enchanting conversations, but now, as we found ourselves alone in our private space, an intimate atmosphere enveloped us.
Thomas turned to face me, his eyes locking with mine, and the affectionate smile on his lips made my heart skip a beat. Without a word, he closed the distance between us, his arms enveloping me in a warm embrace. The scent of his cologne filled the air, and I felt a rush of comfort and desire.
In that moment, the world seemed to fade away, leaving only Thomas and me. His lips met mine in a tender kiss, and the warmth of his touch sent shivers down my spine. Our lips moved in a dance of love and longing, and I melted into his embrace, my heart swelling with affection.
As the kiss deepened, I felt a surge of emotion—a mixture of love, desire, and the unspoken connection that bound us together. It was a moment of pure bliss, a reminder of the love we shared, and the magic of being on this grand voyage together.
When we finally pulled apart, our foreheads rested gently against each other's, our breaths mingling. Thomas's eyes were filled with tenderness, and I knew that he felt the same depth of emotion that I did.
"I love you, Eleanor," he whispered, his voice a soft caress.
"I love you too, Thomas," I replied, my heart overflowing with love.
He gently took my hand and led me to the bedroom while whispering, "Come on, love, let me show you how much I love you." I was prodded to the edge of the bed by him.He gave me a passionate kiss while pushing my dress up with his finger tips, as he traveled from my shin to my thigh.
His hand coming nearer and nearer to my center. Slowly, he began to back away from the kiss, causing me to follow in order to continue kissing. "You have to be patient, love" he mocked me, chuckling. I simply just gave him an unimpressed gaze.
His facial expression abruptly changed to one that was more fragile, "How do you feel about... maybe trying for a baby?" He spoke in a whisper to me while casting me eyes of doubt. I froze then and there. What did he say? A child?
My eyes began to tear up. Thomas starting to tremble, perhaps believing that I wasn't ready yet, "We don't have to. It's just something I've been considering for a while." He spoke rapidly in an effort to comfort me while placing his Hans on my arms.
"It's something I've thought of too," I said as I put my hands on his face, and pulled him closer to me. "I just didn't think you were ready, you know, with all of your projects going on" I wept to him, pouring my feelings that have been bothering me for a long time. Instantly grinning, he said, "Im ready now, darling. Let create our long-awaited child"
He started kissing me once more, this time with even more passion. His hands continuing where they left off. Pulled his hands away and dragged him up from his knees, stating that, "I don't care about you returning the favor right now, I just want you close to me" We both quickly stripped off our clothes. Thomas was positioned above my legs, staring at me as I laid on the bed. I could hear the adoration in his voice as he declared, "You really are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen, my beautiful Eleanor.." I struggled to hide my blushing.
I still react as if it's the first compliment I've ever received from him, after being together from almost three years. He moved over me and leaned over my head with his right forearm. His other hand moved to my center, slowly rubbing my clit. I sighed, finally feeling some kind of relief. He then proceeded to rubbing circles on my opening. "Are you ready, my love?" He softly whispered. I moaned softly and nodded.
He took hols of himself and lowered his body to brush the tip of his dick on my entrance. In order for me to get used to the stretch of him, he carefully penetrated me, pushing in very slowly.
We were both breathing so heavily and somewhat shaking with ecstasy by the time he was completely inside me. He muttered out in his low, Irish voice, "I'm gonna move." My eyes roll so far back as I whimper, "Oh Thomas," frantically clutching onto his back. I had never seen Thomas so consumed with pleasure. Nevertheless, I took took pleasure in it. And I longed for more. "Please Thomas, faster" I whimpered out. He rasped, "You will get what you need...you body begging me to fill it with a baby"
With our difference in size, my head just barely reaching his chest. I leaned to put my face against his naked chest. It had a faint scent of the cologne he had applied earlier, together with a whiff of tobacco from the cigar he smoked today. I moaned and subconsciously clenched around him as soon as I smelled him. He groaned, slightly tilting his head back at the feeling of me squeezing around him. "Oh yes, you're ready for it...prepare yourself, darling" his voice deep, as he warned me.
He started thrusting quickly and fiercely. I was sobbing into his chest with each piston of his hips. A chocked little whimper left my mouth when he somehow managed to thrust deeper inside me. Each time he rammed his cock inside me, he would somehow nuzzle himself farther into my poor cunt, eliciting loud and needy sobs from me. The both of us groaning in unison.
" Please! I-i..." I hiccuped, being cut off by his soft hushing. Despite his gentle comforting, his hips never stopped slamming into you. With his forehead pressed against mine, the shipbuilder let out a growl. It was becoming increasingly hard to concentrate as my body burned with desire. "Yes. I will give you exactly what you need. My seed will take root inside, where my child will grow large and heavy in your womb" he hissed in my ear, never ceasing his pounding.
I gripped him tighter, gasping as his fingers rubbed circles on my clit. A cry left me, clawing at his flesh as he groaned. The constant pressure on my clit was making my vision fuzzy. His words only adding to it. With one more thrust, I tumbled over the edge. My cunt clamping down onto his throbbing cock. Sobbing, I held onto him tightly.
Thomas groaned loudly and tossed his head back. Buried all the way inside me, he released his thick seed against my cervix. It was hot, which only fueled my orgasm even more. The two of us rutted against one another. Thomas's breath hit my skin as he planted languid kisses along my neck, both of us panting.
I felt a shiver running through my body. What a special moment. Us making love, trying for a baby on the most magnificent ship ever built. Thomas's creation. Years, he spent trying to perfect this ship, and it was finally here, on her maiden voyage. It was like a dream coming true. Everything falling into place.