He sees his number there between my breasts before his eyes snap to mine.
Inhaling deeply, he says in a low, playful tone, “Was quite the motivation.”
“Happy to be of help,” I tease.
He unhooks my bra, and it falls on the floor, forgotten, just like the foreplay.
Dipping his head, he places a tender kiss on his number there, then moves to my nipples that have been craving his attention. He laves them with his tongue, teeth grazing the sensitive peaks. I moan, my hands threading through his hair, holding on to him as the pleasure ravishes me.
He lowers on his knees, kissing down my belly—sweet but unyielding that all I can do is surrender.
Peeling my jeans off, he glides his lips from my hip to the inside of my thighs. I am wet and when he finds the evidence on my thong, he growls low in his throat. Hooking his thumb through the strap of the material, he slides it down my legs.
He slaps my thighs open with a palm, digging his fingers into my skin, and buries his face in my pussy. I relish in the surge of pleasure zapping through my insides.
“Not enough people chanted your name tonight?” I moan, fisting his hair to support myself while he’s so intent on teleporting me to another dimension.
“I only crave you chanting my name,” he groans low through fucking me with his tongue.
It would have been impossible not to fall. I surrender—my heart, body, and soul, knowing he will take excellent care of me.
After our intense fuck fest, I am out of the shower, hair and make-up done, and slip into a silver satin ankle-length dress. He’s in gray slacks and a dress shirt, looking mouthwatering.
We’re going to an exclusive party tonight, not just as friends or a secret something, but as official everything.
His hand splays on my back, guiding me to the car waiting for us.
Arriving at the posh location, we walk inside, hand in hand.
We eat, dance, and chat with a variety of people. And the night flies away.
By the time we return to the hotel, I crash on the mattress with the biggest heart possible.
I fall asleep in bliss and wake up in bliss as his gentle kisses wake me up. “Good morning, sleepy head. Time to go.”
After last night’s celebration, I am still tired, but I smile lazily, excited to go on vacation.
In a haze, we depart for the airport. A town car drives us on the tarmac to a private jet. It reminds me of our first vacation together.
One year later, there’s no trace of that deep longing for something I thought could never happen. A different type of longing emerges, for more time spent together, more love, more memories.
We take our seats, exchanging a nostalgic smile.
I palm his chest. “You’re thinking about our first time, aren’t you?”
He cocks his head, seeking my eyes. “And about how much I wanted you. How messed up I was thinking I would have to let you go…”
“Not anymore,” I murmur.
“No.” A mischievous grin stretches on his face.
“Where are we going? Come on, baby, I have been patient and all.”
“Bali.”
“Really?” I squeal. “We’re going back there?”
He’s so thoughtful, so everything I thought I’d never find but hoped, nonetheless. I am glad I waited and didn’t settle for less.
