CHAPTER 12 ALEXIS
He still crushes me to him, and I’m holding on tight because I don’t ever want to let go.
We can work out the details later.
For now, we celebrate.
We love.
We hold on.
We embrace, and we kiss, and we make love.
We start our future together.
Before all that, though, we toast. He pulls back and walks over to the table where two glasses of champagne wait. He hands one to me and holds the other.
“To our future,” he says, and I touch my glass to his just as the sun dips all the way down into the water.
The moment in this setting is sweet and romantic, as is the champagne, and we each finish our glass while we hold hands and stare out over the water.
Once we’re each holding an empty glass, he takes mine from my hand and sets it back down beside his, and then he takes me into his arms again.
He drops his head down as his lips find mine, and this kiss holds a sense of peace to it. It’s not urgent and hurried because it no longer has to be. We’re not limited even to the next eight days. We’re only limited to the time we each have here on this earth.
His tongue is relaxed and smooth against mine as he holds me against him, but the way his hips shift to show me how he’s ready for more tells a different story.
He wants to take his time, but I think somehow he can’t with me.
We’re trained to be fast, but tonight, I’m going to take it slow. And to that end, I decide to take the lead.
I grab his hand and pull him over to one of the lounge chairs, and I slide his suit jacket down his arms before I push him down onto it.
He raises a brow, obviously liking this new side to me, a side that has never come out before and only is tonight because he’s given me the confidence to explore it.
I settle on top of his lap, straddling his hips as I set a knee on either side of him, and he reaches around me to pull me close—topping from the bottom, but I wouldn’t expect anything less from Danny Brewer.
He tangles his fingers in my hair as he deepens our kiss, and I bring my palms up to cup his jaw, the longer hair there coarse between my fingertips and sexy as hell.
He trails his lips from mine down my neck and into my cleavage, and I grind my hips down against his.
He moves his hands from my hair as his fingertips lightly roam my body, settling down on my hips as he pulls me down at the same time he pushes up.
I pull his head more firmly into my chest, and he reaches up from my hips to dip into the top of my dress.
He pulls one of my breasts out past my bra and over the low-cut neckline, and he sucks my nipple into his mouth.
His tongue circles around and around until my nipple forms a tight bud, and then I feel the slight edge of teeth, pleasure mixing with pain at the feel.
He groans, and I shift over his hips again before I lean back off of him and reach down between us. I flick the button of his pants and pull the zipper down, and then I rub his cock over the outside of his slacks. I rub up and down, and he starts to move his hips to the motion of my hand.
He groans, and I take the opportunity to reach inside, gripping his shaft in my fist. I moan at how hard he is, at how big he is, at how much I want him inside me right the fuck now.
It’s like I’m suddenly crazed with need, and I pull him out of his pants, shift upward, and use my other hand to move my panties to the side before I slide down on top of him, thankful for all the time I put into dancing for the strength in my legs to coordinate this all at one time.
My eyes find his, and I push down until he’s all the way inside, heat pulsing between us as our eyes stay connected.
I feel every inch of him as my body slowly takes him inside me, the friction intense as I sit all the way down on him.
His take on a neediness—a need to move, maybe, or a need to fuck.
A need to come. A need to have me and hold me forever.
And I’ll satisfy as many of those needs as I can.
I feel him as he swells inside me, and then he shifts his hips down to force more friction. I rock on top of him, and he pushes up and pulls back over and over as we find the perfect rhythm together.
I grind down onto him as he arches up into me, his fingertips digging into my hips while I hold on tight around his neck. One of my nipples is still free from my dress, and it rubs against his chest, the fabric of his dress shirt rough against the sensitive skin.
I lean down when I start to feel my climax barreling down on me, and he arches up harder and harder with each drive. My lips find his, and this kiss is messier, needier as we both fight our way toward the climax.
And when it hits, it hits hard.
I can’t help but yell out, and I’m sure people on the balconies and decks around us can hear us, but we’re safe up here, safe with each other and safe together and safe from everyone else.
And it’s that feeling of protection and security here in his arms that helps propel me into a fierce and fiery orgasm.
I start to come, and I feel him as he lets go at the same time, swelling inside me as the jets of his come pulse into me over and over. My pussy takes it all, every last drop, as we each take what we need from the other one while giving what the other needs at the same time.
It’s a beautiful moment unlike anything I’ve ever felt before, and I think part of the beauty is knowing this is the last man I will ever have sex with.
He’s the only man I will ever love for the rest of my life.
And tonight is when all that begins.