Chapter 18 Ian #2
Overcome by my voracious appetite for her, I guide my cock home. She rolls her head back as I bury myself in her heated core, filling her to the brim, stretching her tight pussy to take me.
I fuck myself so deep inside of her that we become one.
Her fingernails scrape down my back, surely leaving marks just as I mark her from the inside out.
Angling her leg, I get even deeper inside of her.
Fuck, nothing feels better than being sheathed in her.
Rocking my hips, I piston inside of her, switching my rhythm from fast and hard to torturously slow until she’s a trembling, moaning mess.
Her cries fill my ears. I want to stay inside her and never resurface.
“You feel so good, flower girl.”
Her eyes seek mine—blown pupils and glistening haze.
“I’m coming,” she cries out.
She arches her back, her toes curling—the telltale of her impending orgasm. Contracting her walls around me feels so fucking good, it seizes my damn breath. She erupts around my cock, crying out my name.
Sweat beads on my skin, my impending release shooting up my marrow, but I roll us over, not ready to end the euphoria. I am fighting a losing battle just to prolong this exquisite pleasure.
Gripping her waist, she rides me into oblivion. Coupled with her tits bouncing in my face, and her face drawn in pleasure, I don’t stand a chance. My body stiffens—spasming and constricting. My cock pulses inside of her, and I explode, coating her walls with my release.
Such an intense experience, but with her, everything is enhanced, better, different.
She falls on my chest and I caress down her back—happy, content, at ease.
The sun warms my skin, and as I savor the feel of her in my arms, my eyes close.
After our morning nap, Lilly rouses me from my slumber by trailing kisses across my collarbone. I feel invigorated. Waking up to see her naked, with a tan coloring her flawless skin, is a dream I never want to wake up from—a painting I don’t have the talent to replicate.
Her eyes sparkle and all I want to do is delight her. “Let’s go explore.”
I’d rather stay holed up in the villa and get back inside her, but I nod—compelled to give her everything she wants.
We take a shower and dress. She wears a flowery summer dress, and I wear some linen shorts and a shirt.
At the reception desk, we look through the various activities. Deciding to take a private tour, we book a trip, and a jeep takes us to the sea, where a speed boat awaits us.
Helping her in, we take our seats.
The boat speeds away, parting the sea that laps at each side. The cool water spray helps regulate the heat.
Green islands sprout right and left, boasting the most pristine white beaches and turquoise waters. Holding hands, I have trouble discerning if this is real or a figment of my imagination.
The guide explains to us that after the tourist season ends, they close the islands to allow the ecosystem to regenerate, as he brings us to one to explore.
The day goes by too quickly as we kiss, walking hand in hand in what feels like paradise on earth.
The sun has long set when we return to the villa. While she showers, I book a candlelight dinner.
With fingers interlinked, we take a small, paved road toward the beach.
Lilly comes to a complete stop when she finds the decorated table, candles flickering and the waves crashing against the shore, the moon reflecting on the water—pure romance.
I pull out the chair for her, and she beams at me. “Always such a gentleman.”
As we sip white wine, a pensive look crosses her face. “So, this is how it would feel?”
It’s rhetorical, but I can’t suppress the truth. “Yes, me being smitten with you and wanting to make you smile all the damn time.”
Her eyes glisten, the corners of her mouth tipped down. “Ian, this will make things difficult.”
“We’re not there yet.”
She nods dejectedly, and the waiter approaches with a huge fish on an even larger plate.
As we feed each other, there’s no way I can give her up.
I’m going to talk to Coach. With his blessing, we can overcome the only hurdle standing between us.
If not, then we have two more years of stolen moments.
I think of Levi and my sister. If I had known, I would have given them my blessing.
Living through wanting someone and not being with them because of a third party is fucking excruciating.
“So, what’s on the agenda tomorrow?” she asks, excitement ringing in her sweet voice.
My thoughts scatter, my attention tunneling back to her. “What would you like to do?”
“All the trips they have on their program?”
I chuckle. “Then that’s what we’ll do.”
We share dessert, feeding each other spoons of melted chocolate brownie and creamy vanilla ice cream.
Hours go by as we finish the bottle of wine. With the moon high in the sky, making the sea reflect like a blanket of gems, we walk down the shore, water lapping at our feet.
Her cheek rests on my arm, and she says, “I’ve never been on a vacation with someone else.”
“Neither have I.”
She tips her head up, seeking my eyes. “So, how is it for you?”
I grin. “Perfect. And for you?”
She radiates. “Perfect.”
Plopping down on the sand, I drag her with me. She fits in my lap as if it’s her place. Which it is.
Her back is to my front, and we watch small waves break on the shore, the reflection of the moon making a trail of light to us. Some dolphins cut through the water.
“Who shall compare to you now, Ian?” she whispers, nostalgia laced in her voice.
I lock my hands over her belly, lowering my chin to her shoulder. “I could ask you the same.”
She leans her head back and her breathing evens. I look down, finding her asleep.
With her in my arms, I think there’s no way we are going back to how things were. It’s a wonder we succeeded for this long, but the way we so eagerly gave in to the need for the other is a sure sign we’re not made to be just friends.
Why should we settle for less when we’re so damn great at all the other things that remind us more of a romantic relationship than a platonic one? It was never and will never be just a friendship.
The wind turns a bit chillier, so I slip my hands under her back and knees, lifting her gently. I carry her back to our villa, not wanting her to catch a cold.
Placing her on the bed, I undress her, draping the sheet over her.
Too restless to slide behind her, I take a bottle of water out on the terrace. I am too hyped to sleep, trying to figure out a solution.
I empty the bottle, but I am no wiser.
Giving up, I slip into bed behind her, wrapping my arms around her, holding her tight enough no one could ever take her from me.
I wake up with soft kisses all over my face. “Thank you for carrying me back last night.”
“Keep going,” I say, grinning.
“Who’s greedy now?” she asks, continuing to pepper my face in kisses.
I’ve never thought I could hate something, but when an alarm rings, she scoots up, leaving me in a literal hard state. Me and fucking clocks are mortal enemies from now on.
I groan, pulling her back to the bed by her waist.
Squealing, she says, “No, I promise you can do whatever you want with me when we’re coming back.”
While the offer is appealing, it will take torturous hours until we’re back from the day trip.
I pout, and she kisses it away. “Anything.”
The offer is too good to pass, so I nod begrudgingly. “Fine.”
She giggles. “It’s a hard compromise, but you’re a big boy.”
I dig my fingers into her waist, telling of my need. “Keep that up. I’m going to take it out on your pussy tonight.”
She gasps in faux mortification. “Please, don’t threaten me with the best of times.”
“The best, huh? You’re going to give me a huge ego complex.”
She arches a knowing brow. “You already have one.”
This woman never ceases to fascinate me. I burst into laughter and follow her to the closet, feeling lighter. She makes the biggest difference to my mood. Addicted would be too mild a word to describe her influence on me. Steadily, she carved her way inside my heart and crowned herself the queen.
We match in our dark green outfits, her in a romper, me in pants and a shirt.
Downstairs, we hop on the ATV, and the guide takes us through the jungle.
When we reach the nearby village, she buys many souvenirs. We may need another bag, but her delight makes me happy in return, like I never even thought possible.
“These are all handmade,” she says, gushing over the craftsmanship of the little animal figures.
“We’ll take these too,” I say, moving to pay.
We walk to another stand, and she says I should stop her, but seeing longing in her face is something I cannot deal with. So instead, I just watch for signs that she wants something, and most of the time, I buy it for her, some she tries to buy herself.
“Stop spending so much on me.”
I pin her with an intent stare. “I’d spend the last dollar to my name on you.”
The only thing that matters to me is her happiness. And I guess she is. A radiant smile remains plastered on her face for the rest of the trip.
We take selfies in front of a waterfall.
We kiss at the foot of a volcano.
When we return to the villa, she can barely keep her eyes open.
I help her shower, knowing with every second my chances of fucking her drain away.
By the time I walk out of the bathroom, her light snores fill the room.
I chuckle, going to bed with her.
Tomorrow, she’s all mine.