“You’re mine. Tell me you know that, Alyssia,” he says, panting like he needs to hear me say the words.
My chest tightens.
“Say it,” he commands while pinching my nipple.
I gasp and damn near stop breathing for a second.
“Depends,” I counter when I finally catch my breath. “Are you mine, Travis?” I ask against his lips.
“Today, tomorrow, and forever.”
The intense gleam in his eyes reflects the truth of what he’s just said.
“Yours,” I reply, unable to say much more.
“Good enough for now,” he tells me before collapsing his lips over mine once again.
The moment he enters me, I break free of the kiss, throwing my head back against the pillow.
“Y-You’re so fucking big,” I pant out.
Travis buries his face in the crook of my neck. “You know how to sweet talk a guy,” he says before he kisses my neck. He traces the vein of my neck with the tip of his tongue, sending more gooseflesh and chills igniting all over my body.
“You’re so wet.” His tone has turned guttural, as if he’s barely holding himself together. There’s something powerful about having a man like Travis—strong, athletic, the best of the best—completely and totally consumed with me as if he’s the one trying to keep himself together.
All while he remains mindful of my belly and keeps himself hovering over me so as to not put too much pressure on my body, his hips hammering away at my pussy.
By now I can no longer hold off my second orgasm.
There’s a loud echo calling his name and it takes a while for me to piece together that the sound emanates from my mouth. I continue to call his name like the anchor it is.
“Come for me, baby,” Travis encourages, which then sets off another orgasm.
This time we come together, holding onto one another for everything we are.
“Fuck, I love you so fucking much,” he says all while the veins of his neck bulge and he releases inside of me.
“Did you mean it?”
Travis and I lay in the bed of the ship’s master cabin. We’re surrounded by nearly three-hundred and sixty views of the ocean. Despite the twilight hour granting us some visibility of the majestic ocean and cliff surroundings, we stare into each other’s eyes.
Travis tucks a strand of hair behind my ears.
“I don’t say anything I don’t mean, baby.” He leans in and kisses my forehead. “Not to you.” He kisses me again. “I love you.”
My eyelids fall shut. Yes, I do it to stop the sheen of tears that threaten to collide with my already uncontrollable emotion and spillover.
I love you, too.
The words are right there. In the forefront of everything inside of me, but I don’t release them.
I can’t.
“What are you thinking about?” His question brings me to opening my eyes.
“This weekend,” I tell him with a half smile. “Realizing how much less it hurts to talk about my parents.”
Travis is the first relationship where I’ve opened up.
