23. The Fleeting Moment
EVA
We’re staring at each other in the moonlight seeping through the window, our chests heaving. He says, “You really want this?”
“You think I don’t know what I’m doing, but I do. I’m doing exactly what I want with the person I want.” He looks so good; all thoughts of Dad’s toast have vanished from my hormone-soaked brain. Then I bring my lips to West’s, and he immediately engulfs my mouth in his. There’s no politeness or gentleness as his tongue thrashes over mine, and he wastes no time unzipping my dress while I work on unbuttoning his shirt and yanking off his tie.
He gets me completely naked, and when I struggle to get his pants off, he takes over, unfastening his belt with a jingle and pushing them off. I slide his boxers off and his dick springs loose.
West’s dick. Something I’ve thought about so many times. Something that belongs to my friend and is so off-limits. I’m looking at it now—it’s perfect in every way—and I want it deep inside of me.
He drags his mouth down my belly before thrusting me up onto the edge of the bed. He smacks his elbow on the nightstand and says “oops” as he shakes it off and nudges me to lie down.
Then he pushes my legs up as his tongue works magic around my inner core—which is already about to burst.
“You taste so fucking good.”
“Oh, God,” I utter, realizing my vocabulary with him has become limited the last couple of days. But it’s the only words I can find.
It’s been a while, but I know it’s never felt this explosive. And holy shit—West’s technique is mind blowing. He clearly knows exactly what he’s doing as he flips his tongue and inserts his fingers, driving me over the edge as I shake.
I can’t believe this is happening… and in a private top-deck room of a yacht. My friends would be so proud. I lean back, screaming in pleasure as I come apart.
After recovering, my hands are around his dick. I’m pumping it as I move my mouth down to it. When I wrap my lips around it, he moans in a way that tells me he’s just as out of control as I am.
“I want inside you. Now,” he rasps.
“What are you waiting for?”
He grabs his pants and shuffles through his pocket to pull out a whole packet of condoms.
“Seriously, West?”
“Hey, I’m at a wedding. So, yeah.”
“Fair enough.”
“But I only wanted this to happen with you, FYI.” He wraps the condom around his dick in a way that makes me ache, then kisses his way back up my neck and over my mouth. And everything inside me is an inferno.
He doesn’t take his time entering me.
He pushes inside, and him filling me feels like unfiltered ecstasy, and I cry out uncontrollably.
“God, you’re so wet for me,” he croaks. “You’re perfect.”
He’s moving in a harsh rhythm over me, and already, it’s not enough. All I can manage to say is, “Harder. Oh, God. Harder.”
He obeys, thrusting deeper and faster until there’s nothing left between us but sweat and desire.
The breeze must kick up, as the ship sways.
Then he tips me in a way where he hits just the right spot to make me lose my mind.
With that, my nails claw into him and my head lolls back as I try not to scream at the top of my lungs.
As I’m doing everything to hold off, West threads his fingers through my hair and pulls my head down, just the right amount, that sends more rippling waves of pleasure through me. I rasp, “God, yes.”
“That’s my girl.”
Jesus—he’s totally alpha during sex, and I’ve never been so hot for someone. “West, I can’t hold off anymore.”
“Me neither.” He tugs my hair further as he slams harder into me. Pure animal instinct takes over, his groans echoing from deep in his belly as his entire body goes taut.
West is naughty.
Sweet little West is naughty, and I freaking love it.
He slams into me as we come apart together, tingles shuddering through me and I know, by far and away, this was the best sexual experience of my life. And it’s on a yacht.
When he finishes, he gently brushes a wisp of hair out of my face and gives me a peck on the cheek. “Jesus, Eva.”
“No kidding.”
As we sit in silence, our breathing evening out, he gives me a sweet kiss on the cheek. I meet his gaze, his warm piercing eyes drawing me into the West that lies beyond skin deep. “You make me feel like… home,” he whispers, the meaning of his words hanging between us.
“I know. With you, it’s like I’m exactly where I should be.”
Now and forever, to us, the ocean is the place where West and I discovered something infinite.