28. Fantasyland
FANTASYLAND
ROSE
“ Y ou wanted to make my fantasy come true. Show me.”
Lars stared at me in disbelief. “Uh… well…”
He wasn’t saying no. I moved along with my sudden change of course. If Lars liked me enough to bring me out here, I wanted to do something a bit naughty and very memorable. Shagging on a tender was the best imaginable end to this week.
“Do you have a blanket?” I asked. “Anything?”
“Stand up,” Lars said. He went through the storage compartment under the seat and found very little besides the prerequisite life jackets.
“A pillow?” he winced.
“A pillow,” I giggled. “No. Just… sit down.”
“What?”
“Sit,” I directed.
Lars obeyed me, a confused expression following this command. I climbed astride him and unbuckled his trousers as if showing him my intent.
“The dress comes in handy,” Lars admitted.
“Uh-huh,” I laughed. “You said you wanted to unwrap me, but this must do.”
Lars kissed my neck. “I like how you think, Rose, but we have a problem.”
“What?”
“You have run down my stash of condoms to zero.”
“That’s fine,” I said. “I’ve got an IUD, and I am assuming you’ve been rather responsible.”
“Always,” Lars said, “which is why?—“
“You want to discuss this when we have a magical show to fuck under?” I giggled. “Fuck me, okay?”
“But I generally only do that if I’m seeing someone?—“
“Then see me,” I said, rubbing up against him. “See me. And only me. If that is what you want, we’ll make it work.”
I wasn’t sure where my declaration came from. I wasn’t looking for anything serious on my rebound. Yet, at that moment, I trusted Lars more than any man I’d dated in years. He earned this trust, and I didn’t want to wait. I wanted to have this magical moment with him—to share it with someone I cared about. Lars kissed me like there was no tomorrow, and I knew this was real—whatever it was.
He didn’t have to say anything. His body said it all. He pulled his cock out. I slid myself onto him, moaning into his mouth with how good it felt. I grew wetter and wetter, grinding against him every time I bobbed up and down.
“Is this okay?” I asked.
“It’s amazing,” Lars said.
The fireworks continued. I wanted to watch him watch me lose myself under their colours. The sound and sight were romantic enough, but here we were, shagging as we’d never see one another again. I never saw myself riding one of my brothers’ oldest friends on the stern of a powerboat out in the middle of a bay underneath the fireworks. It didn’t exactly scream Wholesome Christmas Moment, however. This time made me grateful to feel something—something genuine and unique.
“You’re so beautiful, Rose,” Lars said. “Just gorgeous. I wish I could bottle this.”
“I am glad to remember it, Lars,” I said. “It’s special.”
“I want all of you. Not just… this. All of you,” Lars said, bouncing me up and down. “Cum for me. Tell me what you want.”
“Everything,” I answered. “The world.”
I knew he wanted to give it to me. That was the best part. He made me feel like I was his entire world every time we did this. I’d never had that before—and certainly not with someone I’d only just started shagging. This was different.
“Oh, God, that feels good,” I whimpered, nearing my climax.
The fireworks stopped. I assumed that was it. I came, only sad I didn’t end when the fireworks did.
“Fuck, Lars, fuck!” I said, trying to keep it down.
He kissed me, cumming soon after. I felt him pulse inside me as he pressed my hips down against his. Then, as we sat there, our foreheads pressed together, breath quick, and hearts racing, there was another pop.
The show started up again. We watched as the fireworks finished with a massive finale. A rainbow of colours lit up the sky. When it finally ended, we could hear a distant cheer.
Lars kissed me again, then asked, “When can I see you again?”
I panted, “Come to Christmas. I promise to make it worth your while.”
“I have no doubt it will be magical, but, alas, I’m stuck here.”
“I’ll come back,” I promised. I took his face and said, “I will come back and cheer you on again. I’ll meet you in Bermuda.”
“Really?” Lars asked.
I nodded. “Well, I’d be a lousy girlfriend if I didn’t, right?”
He cracked a smile and held my face in his hands now. “I guess. And, after all, you’re a wonderful girlfriend, Rosalind.”
“I know,” I giggled. “I cannot send you into battle without showing you I care, right?”
Lars kissed my forehead. “You’d never dare. You’re always so good. Come back. We’ll have more nights like these. And I will properly get to unwrap you this time .”
“Deal,” I agreed.