Chapter 20
20
Bryce - 19 years old
I can’t believe she got us tickets to Disneyland. Everything that happens with this girl feels like the universe is trying to tell me we’re soulmates. Either that, or I’m projecting issues onto her. But I’m a glass-half-full kind of guy, so I’m going to choose the former.
Haruki is eating her weight in Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups on the bed, with my laptop propped on a pillow next to her. Coming out of the bathroom, I can see that she’s streaming some tutorial video about Adobe Photoshop. I lay myself next to her, spooning her from behind and feeling her round ass on me.
“I’m thinking of dyeing my hair black,” she says, her eyes still glued to the screen, still holding a mini peanut butter cup.
“Completely black?”
“Yeah. I’m getting tired of the green. Maybe I’ll get purple highlights or something.”
I push her hair to the side and kiss her shoulder. My body feels warm the moment I see the necklace she’s wearing. The ring. I’m not an idiot, she hasn’t told her dad about us yet. It would only cause unnecessary drama and they just patched things up. I had no hard feelings when she said she wouldn’t be telling him anything unless there was something to tell. But this is my way of claiming her. Although I doubt guys will notice it, at least she will. As if putting it on a piece of paper wasn’t enough, you idiot.
“I bet you’ll look hot as fuck.”
She turns around to face me, one of her eyebrows raised. “Are you saying I’m not hot as fuck right now?” she asks in a playful tone.
I steal the peanut butter cup that’s pinched between her thumb and index finger, earning me a look. “You could be bald and you’d still look hot as fuck.”
“Really?”
“Really.”
Both of us stay silent. I’m usually not that bad with chicks, always knowing what to say and what to do to propel the night forward, but this is my first round being in a serious relationship. Even though we got the sappy romantic part right, it’s been almost ten hours since my flight landed and we’re no closer to having sex. I want to fuck her so bad, but how do I do that? How do I move on from the I-love-yous and I-miss-yous to, although I really miss you, it’s time for us to bone?
“Bryce…” My name comes out of her mouth in a long stretch. “Why do you have that look?”
“What look?”
“Like you’re in pain, or disgusted, or something.”
I force out a throaty laugh. “It’s nothing,” I say while twirling a lock of her hair with my finger. God, this is so embarrassing . I feel like I’m fucking sixteen and about to lose my virginity. “I’m just really horny. And I’m waiting for you to finish watching that thing so I can finally start.”
“I think I’d like that.” Like music to my ears . “Let me wash my hands first, though. It’s covered in peanut butter and chocolate. I’m disgusting.” Before I get a chance to stop her, she jolts up and walks to her suitcase. She grabs something out of it and walks to the bathroom, locking the door behind her.
Jet lag is about to take its toll on me when I hear the sound of the door opening. My eyes widen the moment I see Haruki come out. Haruki is wearing red bodysuit lingerie, the sheer material revealing her nipples. There is no doubt, if she turns around, her ass will look perfect in that.
“It’s your second Christmas present,” she says shyly.
“Come here.”
She climbs onto the bed and plants a kiss on my lips. I forgot how soft they were . “Do you like it?” Haruki asks with an uncertain smile on her face.
“This is way better than you being bald.” My eyes travel south.
“Oh, shut up, Bryce.” She swats me on the arm.
“I love it, baby.” I pull her onto my lap and our mouths touch. I slide my tongue between her lips as I grab her ass with my hands. Haruki starts to grind on me in slow motion—a movement very much appreciated by my dick. Jerking off to nudes is nothing in comparison to this.
“Good,” she says, pulling her lips away from me. She cups my cheeks and her eyes are trying to tell me something, but I don’t know what it is yet. Haruki continues thrusting her hips, meeting my movement from under her. When I grab her ass tighter, a moan escapes her mouth and she starts going faster. “I wanted to look sexy for you.” I move the thong-like part to the side and slide one finger inside her, already knowing that she’s wet. After her gasp, I slide in a second one and start pushing them in and out of her with my thumb on her clit.
“I’d fuck you even with peanut butter on your hands, you know that, right?” She lets out a small laugh in between her moans, one paired with heavy breathing. “But fuck, you look so hot right now,” I say before trailing kisses on her chest. “Take the top part off,” I tell her. My hands and mouth are busy at the moment. Devouring my wife . Haruki slides her hands out of the straps and pushes the bra cups down, exposing her small, perky tits. My mouth directly goes for them, sucking them one by one.
Haruki slides my sweatpants off slowly, leaving kisses along my thighs and legs, her eyes never leaving mine. Such a tease. So perfect. I give her a condom from my wallet and she tears the packaging with her teeth. The second she sinks down and her warm pussy hugs my cock, chills go down my spine. I’ve been waiting for this feeling for months. She starts moving slowly, with her back arched and her hands gripping my legs. Heavy breaths escape from her mouth and each one of them pushes my orgasm closer to the edge.
“I’ve missed you,” I say, panting.
My fingers twist her nipples and she starts moaning out my name. Such a pretty sound coming out of her mouth, way better than the audio quality from our video calls. I pull her closer to me, grabbing her arms and looping them around my neck. She’s here. I’m here. We’re here. Together .
Haruki’s body bounces faster on top of me and our climax comes as our mouths lock and our tongues intertwine with each other. And in this moment, I suddenly understand the meaning of delayed gratification. All the long-distance crap, all the early mornings and late nights…it’s all worth it.