27. Dakota
“Are you going to tell me where we’re going?” I ask Christopher when I grab my bag from the back of his truck and start walking toward the private plane sitting on the tarmac.
“I gave you hints,” he reminds me from behind, and I make the mistake of looking over my shoulder to see him smirking at me, which literally now just makes me wet every single time he does it.
I’m lucky I don’t trip on my feet as we walk toward the plane. His hand is in mine. “What hints did you give me? I asked what I should pack.”
“And I said nothing because you’ll be naked all weekend,” he repeats what he’s been telling me for the last week, “yet you packed a whole bag.”
“I wasn’t going to come with no clothes at all,” I gasp as I walk up the steps to the plane.
“Good morning,” the flight attendant says when I board the plane. “Welcome aboard, Mr. and Mrs. Stone.”
“Um.” I want to correct him, but then Christopher’s hands land on my hips. “Thank you,” I mumble, walking toward one of the seats.
“We’ll be taking off shortly,” he informs us before turning and saying something to the captain.
Christopher takes my bag and shakes his head. “This is very heavy for not a lot of things.”
“I didn’t know where we were going, so I had to have some options.” I shrug off my jacket before I sit in one of the chairs. “If you don’t stop, I won’t put on the special outfit I bought for you.” Looking up at him, I see him clench his teeth, and all I can do is look out the window so he doesn’t see me laughing at him.
“You know what I’m most excited about?” Christopher asks, sitting next to me. “Having sex in a bed.”
I gasp and look over at the flight attendant to see if he’s listening to our conversation, but he’s too busy closing the door. “Christopher,” I hiss.
“Baby,” he croons, making all of my body parts melt. He leans over, whispering, “I love sinking into you no matter where it is.” His breath on my ear makes me shiver. “But the thought of you spread-eagle, naked on the bed”—I swear I have to cross my legs—“I’ve been hard all week long.”
“Are you done?” I ask, turning my head and coming face-to-face with him. He brings his hand up to cup my cheek, and I swear one day his touch is not going to make my heart race. One day, his kiss isn’t going to feel like the first time. One day, I’ll get used to him touching me. I don’t know when it’ll be, but I’m sure it’ll be soon.
“No.” His lips brush mine. “I’m not nearly done with you.” His thumb rubs my cheek. “I don’t think I’ll ever be done with you.” He doesn’t wait for me to say anything to him. He just slowly kisses me, his tongue sliding in with mine. My hand comes up to hold his on my face as we make out. It’s wet, it’s soft, and it’s everything. My stomach does all sorts of things. It’s been over a month that we’ve been with each other. A week since we officially came out as a couple, or whatever it is we’re calling it. We haven’t really spoken about it, or better yet, I’ve been too chickenshit to ask him what it is. I figure it’s past the stage when I call him my boyfriend. As a widowed single mother of two children, I think girlfriend is a bit young for me. “All we need is a bed,” he mumbles when he lets go of my lips, “and maybe some whipped cream.”
“Oh, I could totally go for some whipped cream,” I tell him, leaning and kissing his neck. “Going to add that to my ever-growing list.”
“I have a list also,” he informs me, and I sit back in my chair and turn sideways to look at him. “There is one thing on there for this weekend. It’s just one word. Bed.”
I snort out a laugh, shaking my head. “You, naked, and in a bed.”
“That’s three things.” I hold up three fingers.
“It all leads to the same thing,” he says, and I don’t answer him because the flight attendant comes over and places a tray of fruit in front of us.
We spend five hours sitting side by side, his hand on my knee doing little circles. His hand then coming up and twirling my hair around his finger. Then dropping the hair to rub my neck with his finger. Whatever it is, he’s always touching me. When the plane finally touches down, I don’t even care where I am. All I want is to rip off my jeans and his jeans and have sex wherever our bodies land.
I walk off the plane, holding the railing with one hand while carrying our jackets in the other. Christopher ducks his head, carrying both of our carry-on bags off. The heat hits me right away, and it smells like ocean air.
“Do you want to know where we are?” he asks as we walk toward the blacked-out SUV waiting for us.
“Nope.” I shake my head. “I don’t care where I am as long as I’m with you.”
“Good answer.” He puts the bags in the SUV’s trunk before turning and grabbing my face.
“I’m not going to lie,” I say breathless. “I want to see the bed, and then we can do everything else after.”
“Really?” He smirks, and I nod. “Then let’s go.”
He opens the back door for me to get in, slapping my ass on the way. “I have another thing on my list,” he states, sliding in next to me, putting his arm around my shoulder, “my palm print on your ass.”
I look around and then back at him. “How mad would you be if, I don’t know, we have sex in the bathroom of the lobby?”
His mouth opens and then closes. “Spread-ass-eagle in the bed, and I’m going to eat you until your juices run down my face.”
“You can’t say things like that to me right now.” I try to move away from him. “For five hours, you were driving me crazy.”
“Five hours,” he repeats, grabbing my hand and putting it on his hard cock through his jeans. “I’ve been in this state for the past week.”
“We’ve had sex four times.” I look at him. “Yeah, and I have the bruises on my ass to prove it.” I roll my lips. “That fucking doorknob gets me every time.” I rub his length. “You shouldn’t do that.” He looks over as the driver gets in. “I was this close”—he puts his thumb and finger together—“from fucking you on the plane.”
“Promises, promises,” I huff, and the driver starts driving. “This drive better be like a ten-minute thing, or else the bed will be the second place we do it.” I intertwine my fingers with his hand hanging off my shoulder. “Also, thank you,” I tell him.
“For all the orgasms?”
“Well, yes.” I laugh. “But for this weekend. Four days alone with you.”
“I wish it was more,” he admits softly, his eyes staring into mine. The vehicle comes to a stop, and I swear I’ve never jumped out faster. Someone waits for us, and he starts shaking Christopher’s hand and then mine. “This way.”
“We don’t need a tour,” Christopher says, sliding his hand in mine and walking as fast as he can, “just the room key.”
“Of course.” He smiles, handing Christopher the cardboard with two keys inside. “We have you in the villa.” I don’t even know what else he says because I swear my ears are buzzing. “Enjoy Turks and Caicos.”
“Oh, I’ve never been here,” I say, and he smirks.
“I know.” He winks at me as we climb into a golf cart that takes us to our villa. Christopher walks up the four steps to the door, scanning the card, and I hear the click.
“Thank you,” he says to the bellhop, who places the bags at the door. I step into the villa, seeing the whole back wall is a view of the ocean. I don’t have a chance to do anything else because the door slams closed, and I look over. “Naked.”
I turn around to face him, pulling my shirt over my head and then unsnapping my bra, before kicking off my shoes and tossing them to the side. I see Christopher doing the same thing as me, the sound of our zippers going down at the same time. “How many rooms is this villa?”
“I have no fucking clue.” He pushes his jeans and boxers down his legs, his thick cock ready for me. “We just need a fucking bed.”
I slip the jeans over my hips, and by the time I’m done, he stands in front of me. His mouth crashes onto mine and he wraps an arm around my waist and hoists me up. My legs wrap around his waist. “You know you can just place me on your cock in this position.”
“Oh, I know. We did this two days ago.”
He walks through the house, and I whisper, “I need you so bad right now.”
He walks into the bedroom, and all I can see is that three walls are all glass, and a bathtub is outside. “We’re going to fuck in that tub,” he tells me right before he tosses me on the bed. “Now spread your legs”—he fists his cock—“and show me how wet you are.”
I scoot back, putting my head on the pillows before spreading my legs for him. I used to be shy when it came to sex, but with Christopher, knowing that I drive him crazy is just so much better. I spread my legs and cock up my knees. “I’m soaking,” I tell him, rubbing a finger down through my slit.
“Put two fingers in yourself.” He stands at the edge of the bed, his eyes on my fingers, his hand on his cock. I do what he says. “Now take them out and move up to play with your clit.” My eyes are hooded when I follow his instructions, and my clit is hard and slippery when I move my fingers from side to side. “You have no idea how fucking sexy you look right now,” he tells me. “Your pussy is glistening.”
“Yes,” I say, about to put my fingers back inside me.
“It’s my turn,” he says, kneeling on the bed. He plants himself between my legs, his middle finger coming out as he moves to my clit and does little circles. “I love this part of you.” He moves my clit up and down. “Your pussy clenches down so hard when I play with this and my cock is in you.” He moves it side to side, and my legs open even more. “Want to feel?” he asks. I reach out to touch his cock, but he doesn’t let me. “First, I make you come on my finger and my tongue, then you get my cock.”
“Christopher,” I moan his name, “please, baby.” I raise my hips.
“I love when you call my name.” His eyes gloss over with lust. “But hearing you call me baby.”
“Trust me, I know,” I say, trying to focus, but he’s rubbing my clit in little circles before he runs his finger down my slit to my pussy and slides it in me.
“Yes,” I coo, and he just chuckles.
“If my baby wants to come, I will make her come.” He bends down, and while looking into my eyes, he licks me from ass to fucking clit. “I’m going to spend the whole weekend making you come.” My body shivers as he slides another finger into me. “I’m going to fuck every single part of your body.” I arch my back, my hands coming to grab my tits. He slides his tongue into me with his finger. “Fuck, you taste like heaven.” His tongue moves in and out with his fingers, and I wish I could spread more. “Baby, you’re all tense.”
“I need you to make me come and then fuck me hard.” I hold my legs under my knees. “Please, Christopher.” I’m about to cry with need.
He slides his finger out of me but only to move closer to me, holding his cock in his hand. I lift my hips to reach his cock as he slides the head in. “Fuck,” he hisses, “I’m going to give you a little at a time.”
“No,” I moan in frustration, “I want it all.”
He grabs my ankles and places them by his head before leaning forward and slamming into me. I see stars, I’m sure. “Yes,” I hiss, but I can’t say anything else because he’s slamming into me over and over again.
“This what you want?” he asks through clenched teeth.
“No,” I say, grabbing his arm, “I want it harder.”
“Fuck, baby, I’m going to hurt you,” he worries, but his speed picks up. “You are already so fucking tight.”
I move my hand to my clit, moving it from side to side. “Harder.” I can barely say the word, he slams into me so hard I come all over his cock, moaning out his name. I don’t say anything else because he fucks me without pause, going deeper and deeper each time until I’m coming again. In the middle, he whispers my name before his cock gets even bigger in me, and he comes.
He collapses on top of me. His body and mine are covered in sweat, and I feel like I ran a sprint. My legs fall off his shoulders as he buries his face in my neck, pulling out his cock a bit and then slamming it back in. “Fuck, I’m still hard.”
“I can tell,” I say as he slowly pulls out and then slams back in again.
“It’s the bed.”
I shake my head. “It’s my pussy,” I tease and lift to match him, “that’s got you this hard, not the bed.” I turn my head to find his lips.
“You’re wrong,” he corrects as he pumps his cock into me. “It’s my pussy.”