“And I didn’t get my in-flight meal yet. I’m starving,” he says as he pulls my suit pants down and throws them off to the side. He puts his fingers around my lace panties and slides those down, too, me stepping out of them.
He grins at me and pushes me back on the bed, using his hands to guide my thighs apart. He looks at me and says, “Perfect for me.”
I whimper, and he says, “Gotta be quiet. Otherwise, they’ll hear you.”
“I don’t care,” I murmur.
He kisses his way up my thighs, finding my center wet and ready for him. He swipes his tongue up my center and lands on my clit, sucking softly and moaning quietly. “For me.”
He takes his time, and every time I build up, he slowsdown. I know he has to be doing that on purpose. “First time you come will be on my cock, baby.”
“Then you’d better get ready to fuck me now, Cal, because I am ready and have been ready,” I gasp out.
He stands and takes off his belt, and I swear I almost come just watching him. He unbuttons his shirt quickly, throws it aside, and slides his pants down, revealing black boxers. I watch as he releases his cock, and holy shit. Now I know what I’ve been missing, and I’m kicking myself for not doing this sooner. What were we waiting for?
He leans down, mouth at my neck, and I forget where we are. The only thing I care about right now is Cal being inside me. Immediately. Yesterday. Today. All day.
He pauses. “I have a condom in my wallet. Hold on.”
I grip his shoulders. “I’m on birth control, and I got tested at the Coconut Beach clinic when I got there. I haven’t had sex with anyone in over six months.”
A look of confusion crosses his face, and he says, “Yeah, I’ll ask you more about that later.”
“Please don’t,” I murmur as I practically pulse for him to be inside of me. “Just fuck me, Cal.”
“My wife,” he bites out as he pushes inside me, filling me.
I whimper, and he says, “Want more?”
“It’s not all the way in?” I ask, my eyes wide, moaning slowly.
He shakes his head and pushes further, and I could never describe this feeling. Of being full and of him. At this point, there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for this man. Have his babies someday? Keep him forever? Anything. I love him. I love his family and friends. And I love him so goddamn much. I’d worship him if that wouldn’t be fucking weird.
“You good?” he whispers in my ear.
“I’m really good,” I murmur.
“I’ve wanted to do this since the moment I saw you. I knew you were mine. I couldn’t explain it. But I knew,” he says as he thrusts and makes me forget my own name.
Weeks of tension snap between us, and when he thrusts and kisses me in between thrusts, it feels inevitable. I’m so fucking gone for this man. Like this was always going to happen. Like the world was going to do everything in its power to get us together. No matter what.
My orgasm builds hard and fast, and I feel him too. He says, “I won’t ever come until you do. Ladies first, baby.”
And then I do. I come harder than I’ve ever come in my life.
And he does too.
I pull his face to mine and kiss him, because there’s nowhere else to be, and I am never going to stop kissing Cal. I melt into him, into the way he makes me feel safe, grounded, and free to be me.
Time blurs. He gets up, comes back with a washcloth, and helps me clean up. And I’m reminded that it’s the little things like that. The small moments that build up to the big moments.
He settles me against him, and everything else feels far away. Because in his big strong arms, his chin resting on my hair, I feel the best I’ve ever felt.
A soft knock at the door lets us know that we’re descending into Coconut Beach, and I gently wake him.
For the first time in days, I feel relaxed. And real. Something I thought we could pretend our way out of is never going to be fake again. There’s no way. Not after this trip.
And I’m going to tell him that.
