Chapter 39
Alyssia
“Travis,” I groan out his name as he uses his tongue to circle my left nipple.
He’s figured out that my breasts are extremely sensitive these days, which has led to him taking every opportunity he can to worship them.
Since I’m on the verge of coming from his mouth alone, I’m not in a place to complain about it.
Even if this is our second time in this position today.
We’re on our third and final night on the yacht before returning to Monaco in the morning. And Travis is particularly ravenous tonight.
He lifts his head with a devilish glint in his eyes. “Keep saying my name just like that.”
His comment causes another rush of moisture between my legs.
He sinks lower, charting a pathway down the length of my body with his mouth. Every kiss, lick, or flick of his tongue makes goosebumps rise over my skin. It’s like only he has the special talent of bringing my body alive in a way I’ve never experienced before.
It’s been this way ever since Vegas.
“Ohh shiit,” I groan out when he flicks his tongue across my clit.
He’s a master of making me come this way. And he doesn’t waste any time using his expert knowledge of my body, bringing me to a climax.
I tighten my thighs around his shoulders and try to raise my hips. Travis slides his hands underneath my body, lifting me to his mouth.
The tingling starts in my toes but soon moves up to my core. A rush of light encompasses my entire body, overtaking my vision even though my eyes are closed.
I sigh as I come back to my body and find Travis smiling down at me.
“You’re really good at that.” I wrap my arms around his shoulders before pulling him in for a kiss.
I outline his lips with my tongue because I can’t get enough of tasting myself on him. The mixture of us made into one is as much of a turn on as when Travis moves his hand down the length of my body, spreading my legs to position the head of his dick at my opening.
“You’re mine. Tell me you know that, Alyssia,” he says, panting like he needs to hear me say the words.
My chest tightens.
“Say it,” he commands while pinching my nipple.
I gasp and damn near stop breathing for a second.
“Depends,” I counter when I finally catch my breath. “Are you mine, Travis?” I ask against his lips.
“Today, tomorrow, and forever.”
The intense gleam in his eyes reflects the truth of what he’s just said.
“Yours,” I reply, unable to say much more.
“Good enough for now,” he tells me before collapsing his lips over mine once again.
The moment he enters me, I break free of the kiss, throwing my head back against the pillow.
“Y-You’re so fucking big,” I pant out.
Travis buries his face in the crook of my neck. “You know how to sweet talk a guy,” he says before he kisses my neck. He traces the vein of my neck with the tip of his tongue, sending more gooseflesh and chills igniting all over my body.
“You’re so wet.” His tone has turned guttural, as if he’s barely holding himself together. There’s something powerful about having a man like Travis—strong, athletic, the best of the best—completely and totally consumed with me as if he’s the one trying to keep himself together.
All while he remains mindful of my belly and keeps himself hovering over me so as to not put too much pressure on my body, his hips hammering away at my pussy.
By now I can no longer hold off my second orgasm.
There’s a loud echo calling his name and it takes a while for me to piece together that the sound emanates from my mouth. I continue to call his name like the anchor it is.
“Come for me, baby,” Travis encourages, which then sets off another orgasm.
This time we come together, holding onto one another for everything we are.
“Fuck, I love you so fucking much,” he says all while the veins of his neck bulge and he releases inside of me.
“Did you mean it?”
Travis and I lay in the bed of the ship’s master cabin. We’re surrounded by nearly three-hundred and sixty views of the ocean. Despite the twilight hour granting us some visibility of the majestic ocean and cliff surroundings, we stare into each other’s eyes.
Travis tucks a strand of hair behind my ears.
“I don’t say anything I don’t mean, baby.” He leans in and kisses my forehead. “Not to you.” He kisses me again. “I love you.”
My eyelids fall shut. Yes, I do it to stop the sheen of tears that threaten to collide with my already uncontrollable emotion and spillover.
I love you, too.
The words are right there. In the forefront of everything inside of me, but I don’t release them.
I can’t.
“What are you thinking about?” His question brings me to opening my eyes.
“This weekend,” I tell him with a half smile. “Realizing how much less it hurts to talk about my parents.”
Travis is the first relationship where I’ve opened up.
“I rarely ever talked about the accident with anyone,” I confess.
He patiently waits for me to speak, which I appreciate.
Moving my hand to my belly, I release a shaky breath.
“It took almost two hours for first responders to cut me out of the car.” I close my eyes as the memories start to come back. “We were all driving back home from our family date night.” My eyes meet Travis’. “That’s what my dad called them. We went out together every Wednesday.
“One moment we were all talking about how stuffed we were from the pizza we ate for dinner, the next minute my mom’s shrieking in horror. That was the last thing I ever heard my mom do. Scream.”
Travis reaches up and wipes away a tear.
“I was conscious and awake for every moment. I remember it all. My mom’s scream, my dad gasping for breath, yelling for my mom and me but unable to get to us. He begged and cried for the firefighters to pull me out first.”
My throat throbs from the pain of pushing these words and memories out.
In the silence, Travis moves his hand to my tattoo. With the pads of his fingers he presses over the red petals, feeling the scars beneath the coloring.
“My dad bought roses for my mom every week. They were her favorite flowers. My shoulder took the brunt of the crash. My seatbelt held me in place for most of the accident, but it also trapped me in place and I had to be cut out.”
He leans in and kisses my shoulder.
“I’m so sorry,” he whispers, pulling me flush against his body … as much as possible with my bump in between us.
“I wish I could erase all of your pain.”
I give him a sad smile. It’s taken years, but I’m learning to accept what is, the here and now.
“You can hold me,” I say to him.
And he does, for the rest of the night.