Chapter 28
Jake
I sit on the queen-size bed in the yacht cabin, watching intently as she unzips her white dress and lets it fall to her feet, revealing her white thong and perfect curve. Next, she slides down her lace thong, stepping out of it along with her shoes. Standing in front of me, she looks utterly perfect; every detail sharpens my desire. Her nipples harden in anticipation of my touch.
She’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. Her eyes, glossy and mirroring my desire, watch me as she slowly approaches. My gaze traces every curve, every subtle movement, marveling how meticulously God has created her. If it weren’t for the impatient swelling in my groin, I’d be content watching her for hours.
Once she’s close enough, I pull her onto my lap, and she straddles me. My hands wrap tightly around her waist while hers cradle my face; her fingers stroke my cheeks, a gesture that touches a part of me I’ve kept hidden.
Rolling us over, her back meets the mattress with a soft thud. Her face never fails to mesmerize me, especially her eyes, and those lips that I adore to kiss. I used to crave just the orgasm, but now, kissing her is a craving all on its own.
I kiss her cheeks, then the top of her eyelids, and she giggles when I kiss her nose, a sound that stirs something deep within me. Leaning down again, I kiss from her lips to her breasts, nibbling the soft tissue around her nipple, then rolling the bud with my tongue. I twist and suck on her nipple, eliciting a soft breathless “aah” from her lips before moving to the other.
My hand glides down her skin, igniting a trail of goosebumps. My kisses trail slowly and deliberately, coaxing soft moans from her. Her body is like a tree bending in a strong wind as it yields to my touch.
I travel back up to meet her lips again, taking my time, moving my tongue in sync with hers, sucking on her bottom lip and biting it gently. Each taste feels like rain on thirsty ground. Her taste is intoxicating. Her hands reach around to rub my back, pulling me closer. The sex is the most amazing I’ve ever had, and we never seem to get enough of each other.
Her legs spread out and I position myself at her entrance. She’s so wet that I slide right in.
Her stare is deep and intent, leaving me breathless. The dim cabin lights make her face glow, and something about her gaze makes my stomach flutter. I move, each thrust slow and deep, reaching into the very core of her being. She grips my shoulders, her fingers digging into my skin, pulling me closer as if she can’t get enough. I lift her legs over my shoulders, giving me deeper, more perfect access.
“Oh God, yes, right there, please,” she moans.
“I know baby, I know exactly how you want it.” I continue my slow torturous pace, not wanting this moment to end. My fingers dig into the soft flesh of her perfect ass as she takes every thrust as if it’s the best she’s ever had. I’ve learned every inch of her body these past few weeks, and I’m addicted to bringing her pleasure.
“Jake,” she exhales my name. Her eyes glisten with unshed tears locked with mine. They look so innocent, framed by thick lashes that flutter. They soften around the corners.
“Yes, Mia.” I roll my hips slowly, knowing she loves it.
Her eyes roll back, and the pupils disappear behind her lids, leaving the whites. She locks her legs tightly around my waist, her hands grabbing my ass with a desperate grip.
“Harder, please.”
“Here you go Moonie.” I pound into her faster, deeper than I ever have before. I want all of her, every breath, every moan, every shudder.
My jaw clenches as the bed moves with each thrust, the sounds of our bodies coming together pushing me closer to the edge. A deep groan escapes me, my face contorting with the intensity of my release as I fill her completely.
Exhausted, I collapsed onto her, both of us riding the residual waves of our climax. She’s a beautiful, crumpled mess beneath me.
Lying next to her, I pull her close so that her arm wraps comfortably around my waist. In moments like these, with her heartbeat steady against mine, the restless parts of me are calm in a way that nothing else has the power to do.
“I’ve decided I’m going to Paris to visit my grandma. I think it would be good to learn more about my mom and where she grew up.” Her voice is a soft vibration against my skin. “I’ll call her tomorrow. I know I still have one week left on my rental, but I might leave before that,” she trails off a bit, as if she’s still wrestling with the decision.
I gently roll her over to face me, needing to see her eyes, which shimmer with tears in the dim cabin light. My heart tightens at the sight. “You don’t have to leave early, not if it’s because of me. I can leave instead.” My words are heavy, almost strangled by the lump in my throat.
“It’s not because of you. It’s my decision. Tonight, this whole summer, has been better than I ever imagined.” She gives me a small smile. My heart twists at her effort to stay composed, and a wave of desperation surges within me. I want to ask her to stay, to not leave, to remain here with me. But I can’t hold her back. Not when I don’t know if I can give her what she deserves.
“I’ll never forget our time together, not even the mornings you were an asshole and woke me up with your blender.” She tries to laugh, the sound more like a sob, and my chest aches with the effort to keep myself together.
“I’m still an asshole.” I smile to brighten the mood.
“No, you’re not, and you never were,” she says, her hand caressing my cheek, her touch so tender it almost breaks me.
My breath catches, my heart thuds painfully against my ribs, a visceral response to her closeness and the impending distance her departure will bring.
As I gaze into her eyes, my mind replays every moment of our summer, the laughter, the arguments, the wild moments. The realization that I won’t wake up to her every day, won’t be able to kiss her or laugh with her, squeezes my heart so tightly it feels like it might stop.
But I cherish every second we’ve had.
I lean in and kiss her slowly, letting my lips linger on hers, savoring her taste, committing this moment to memory. In this kiss, I pour everything I feel, desire, fear, gratitude. I could kiss her like this forever, but there’s no such thing as forever. Everything fades eventually, but right here, right now, she is all that matters.