Our Way

by T L Swan

  “Is that okay?” he asks before he takes my lips with his. He circles again in the other direction, and a wave of pleasure begins to heat my blood.

  Unable to form a sentence, I nod as I slide my hands up his arms and over his broad shoulders.

  He slowly slides out and then pushes himself back in. He repeats the delicious circular movement, and I feel a rush of moisture as my body relaxes around him. “That’s it, baby,” he breathes.

  “Oh…” I whimper.

  He kisses me again… passionately, perfectly, and my hands go to the back of his head as I pull him to me.

  “Feels good,” I murmur against his lips. “So good.”

  I glide my hands over his back and behind. I can feel the muscles contract as his body works mine.

  I want more. I need more. I lift my legs. “Harder.”

  He clenches his jaw and pulls back. His moves slowly get harder. I smile up at him in awe. Oh God, this is good.

  He pulls his hips back and then he hits me hard. The air is knocked out of my lungs, and I wince.

  “Oww,” I whimper.

  “Sorry.” He frowns, as if he’s struggling to control himself. He slows the pace. “How’s that?” He pants, sweat beginning to bead on his brow.

  I smile and reach to kiss his big beautiful lips. I couldn’t adore this man more than I do now. He’s so worried he’s hurting me.

  My back arches off the bed. My body is now wet, supple… open for him.

  We keep going and the bed begins to rock hard.

  “That’s it,” I pant. “Oh, that’s good, Nathe. Give it to me… harder.”

  His eyes darken as if he’s been waiting for those words. He lifts himself up on straightened arms, and he spreads his knees wide. He slams in hard, and the air leaves my body.

  Holy. Fucking. Shit.

  The bed begins to hit the wall with force from his deep, punishing pumps, and I can do nothing but hang on as I see stars. The entire fucking universe of beautiful stars.

  I can feel my orgasm building, and my body begins to quiver. Oh no, not yet.

  Please, not yet.

  Nathan’s eyes roll back in his head as he loses control.

  “Eliza,” he moans. “You need to fucking come.” He lifts my leg up to his shoulder, and he turns and tenderly kisses my foot.

  We stare at each other in a moment of perfect tenderness.

  Clarity.

  It’s too much. The emotions between us are too strong, and I can’t hold it. My body convulses hard, and I shudder deep in my core.

  He completely loses control and really lets me have it, and he tips his head back and moans as he comes hard.

  His face contorts. He’s so beautiful when he orgasms.

  Breathtaking. My heart soars as emotion fills my every cell.

  We hold each other close, our hearts beating hard and fast, kissing for a long time, like there’s nowhere else to be and nothing else to do. Out of all the places I could be on Earth tonight, I want to be here doing this with him.

  Nathan studies me as he holds my face. “You’re perfect,” he whispers.

  “No. You’re perfect.” I smile softly.

  He kisses me again and again, and then he flexes his dick that still lies deep inside of me.

  “I love you, Eliza,” he whispers. “So much.”

  I get a lump in my throat. He really does. I can feel his love for me.

  “I love you, Nathe.” I smile.

  I put my head on his chest and he holds me close. I smile sleepily. There’s no going back now.

  We’re really doing this.

  14

  Eliza

  I roll over and wince. “Oh God,” I whisper as I put the heel of my hands into my eye sockets. “My head is pounding.”

  “Like my dick,” Nathan says dryly.

  I look over at him in question. “Your dick is pounding?”

  “Uh-huh.” He gives me the side-eye. “Some crazy bitch, tiny kitty, drunk on sangria, thought she might like to squeeze the fuck out of him.”

  I laugh out loud. “Tiny kitty?”

  He chuckles, rolls over me, and holds my hands above my head. “There’s only one way to fix Tiny.” His lips drop to my neck and he nips me.

  “And how is that?” I giggle as I try to escape his teeth.

  “Train her up.” He bites me hard, and I laugh out loud as I struggle to break free.

  He puts his leg between mine and spreads my legs apart before he rolls between them.

  “And you thought you were going to lie around and do nothing on this vacation, didn’t you?”

  I giggle. “I did, actually. Why? What did you have planned?”

  “The only thing you’re going to be doing…” He slides deep into my body as his teeth bite my neck again and I smile up at the ceiling. “Is me.”

  It’s our third night, and Nathan holds up my hand and twirls me around. I come back and hit his body with a thud, and I laugh out loud. We’ve been dancing in this bar for hours. We wandered in here on our way home from the beach. We had dinner, and now with our beach towels and sunscreen in a bag on the floor, we are having the time of our lives.

  Nathan swings me around, and his deep, carefree laugh permeates my bones. This vacation is the stuff dreams are made of.

  We’ve eaten at beautiful restaurants and swam in the Mediterranean Sea.

  We’ve made love under the stars, and fucked until we couldn’t breathe.

  Nathan is swoony, attentive, dry, sarcastic, funny, spontaneous… and I’m in love. Utterly, completely, and irrevocably in love.

  Nathan Mercer is everything I never knew I needed. How was I so blind not to feel it before?

  We sit at the small table outside the restaurant. The cobblestone streets house medieval looking buildings. It’s late afternoon, and day five on our vacation. We’ve arrived in the town of Alcúdia.

  “Can you believe we’re actually here, Nathan? This place is magical.”

  He sits back and sips his wine. “It is.”

  I take out my brochure and begin to read it out loud. “The historic center of Alcúdia is enclosed by Mallorca’s only entirely preserved walls, erected in the 14th century by King Jaumex II to protect Alcudia’s inhabitants.” I smile and raise my eyebrows. “It wasn’t, however, enough to keep out the marauding pirate who attacked the city again and again in the 16th century, causing many of the population to flee. Today, it’s hard to believe that this bustling town was once at risk of being deserted completely. Thankfully, in 1779, the construction of the harbour saved Alcúdia from decline.” My eyes widen. “Marauding Pirates. Can you imagine what this town was like back then?”

  Nathan smiles as he listens. He has this whimsical look on his face as he holds his wine glass, his leg crossed at the ankle.

  I put my brochure down. “What’s that look?”

  “I love listening to you read to me.”

  “You love me reading brochures to you?” I smirk.

  “Yes.” He smiles softly as he lifts his glass to his lips. “Perhaps one day you will read me a story about us.”

  I smile as the air swirls between us. “Well….” I pause as I try to think of a story. “There were once two beautiful birds named Nathan and Eliza. And they were the best of friends. They loved and looked after each other for the longest time.”

  He watches me.

  “And one day they decided to be brave and fall in love.”

  He smiles softly. “And what happened to the beautiful birds?”

  “They flew off into the sunset and lived happily ever after.”

  He takes my hand over the table and kisses my fingertips. “I like that story.”

  “Me, too,” I whisper. “Me, too.”

  I lie on the deckchair and smile up at the sun.

  I’m wearing my gold bikini—the one that started everything. I’ve worn it every day, and Nathan has taken it off every night.

  It’s day seven of our holiday. We’ve swam, eaten, sight s
een, and made love under the stars. Majorca is so beautiful.

  It’s now 7:00 p.m, and the sun is just starting to set over the ocean. We are on the beach drinking margaritas. Nathan is on his phone, and I’m lying in a lazy state of heaven.

  “Hey,” he says as he reads. “Your apartment settles tomorrow.”

  “Your apartment,” I remind him.

  “Our apartment.” He sips his drink as he watches me. “So, I’ve been thinking.”

  “Did it hurt?” I ask as I tilt my face to the sun and close my eyes.

  “What if I…?”

  I open one eye to look at him. “What if you what?”

  “What if I moved in with you… permanently?”

  I sit up, suddenly interested in this conversation. “You mean, like a boyfriend in a real relationship?”

  “Yes.” A trace of a smile crosses his face, and then he chuckles. “Real relationship.” He mouths as he repeats the words.

  I bite my bottom lip to hide my smile. “Nathan Mercer, are you asking me if I’ll be your girlfriend?”

  “No.” He sips his drink casually. “You’re already my girlfriend. I’m merely stating the facts. When I told you I loved you and you said it back, so then….” He shrugs, as if I should already know what he’s talking about.

  “You didn’t ask me yet.” I smirk.

  He puts his drink on the table in between our deckchairs, and he turns his attention to me. “Eliza, do you want to be my girlfriend?”

  “I’ll think about it,” I reply casually as I lie back down.

  “Right, that’s it.” He jumps up and he sweeps me up into his arms like a bride. “You asked for it.” He strides toward the water.

  “Asked for what?” I laugh. “Put me down, people are watching.”

  “They’re going to see a lot more in a minute.”

  “Like what?” I laugh.

  “I’m going to hold you under water until you agree.”

  I burst out laughing as I feel the water meet my stomach as he walks further into the Mediterranean Sea.

  We fall into the ocean, laughing, and he takes me into his arms. My legs instinctively wrap around his waist. Skin to skin, we fall silent. He wraps my ponytail around his hand and pulls my head back so that my eyes meet his. “Be my girlfriend.”

  “What do I get for it?”

  “Me.”

  The most wonderful reward of all time.

  My heart swells, and I smile and kiss him softly. “It’s a good thing I love you.”

  “It’s the best thing.”

  His lips take mine.

  And just like that, I have a boyfriend who lives with me.

  Look at me being all grown up.

  It’s day eight of our holiday. and I close my eyes as the masseuse’s hands roam up and down my back. Nathan has gone off on his own, and I have spent the afternoon at the spa. I’ve had a manicure and pedicure, and now she’s just finishing a two hour massage. I really am living this up.

  When I finish here, I’m going to go and buy a new date dress. Nathan is taking me to some fancy restaurant for dinner and dancing tonight. I want something really special.

  “There you go.” The masseuse smiles.

  “That was wonderful,” I say. “Thank you so much.” I dress and pay before I make my way out into the street. My phone rings, the name Brooke lighting up the screen. My stomach flips with nerves. I haven’t spoken to anyone since Nathan and I got together.

  “Hello.”

  “Oh my god, it’s a disaster!” Brooke cries.

  “What is?” I frown as I walk along.

  “Jolie has drunk too much kombucca and gone totally fucking insane.”

  I stop walking. “What, why?”

  “She’s been fucking Santiago and letting him film her.”

  “Noo!” I gasp.

  “She thinks she likes it; says it’s turning her on to know he’s watching it back when he’s alone.”

  My eyes widen. “Are you serious?”

  “Yes. She doesn’t even know this guy, and now she doesn’t care if he shows anyone. Oh, and get this. She thinks they have something special—that he could be the one.”

  “She has lost her mind. This is disturbing.”

  “You need to talk to her.”

  “I’m on the other side of the world.”

  “Call her right now and tell her how stupid and irresponsible she’s being.”

  “She’s a big girl.”

  “… who is making a huge mistake she’s going to regret when she’s uploaded onto a porn site for millions of men to jerk off to. She’s going to become a public come-bucket.”

  I wince at the horrendous analogy. “She hasn’t thought this through at all. I mean, okay I get it if she wants to sleep with him. But to let him film it when she knows he openly shows everyone. I mean… what the hell?” I whisper.

  “My point exactly. You need to talk to her.”

  “Why do I have to do it?”

  “Because she’s not listening to me. She thinks I’m a prude and don’t get it. We had a huge fight about it, but as her friends, it’s our responsibility to look out for her… even if she doesn’t want us to.”

  I roll my eyes. “Okay, yes, you’re right. I’ll call her.”

  “Call me back and tell me what she says.”

  I hang up and dial Jolie’s number.

  “Hello,” she answers abruptly. “If you’ve called to tell me that Santiago is a bad idea, I don’t want to talk to you.”

  I cringe, jeez, she really is set on this. “No,” I snap. “I called to say hello, bitch.”

  “Oh. Sorry. I thought Brooke had been in your ear. Hello. ”

  I roll my eyes feeling guilty, Brooke has so been in my ear.

  “How’s the vacation?”

  A big smile crosses my face. “Amazing. ” I don’t know whether to tell her about Nathan and I. No, I’ll wait to tell them in person. “Majorca is beautiful. You need to come here; it really is incredible.”

  “I’ll add it to my bucket list.”

  “So, what’s this about Brooke and Santiago?” I ask as I sit down on a bench.

  “I’ve started seeing him and, oh my God, Eliza, he’s amazing.”

  “The porno guy?” I frown.

  “Yes, but, you know what? I appreciate his honesty.”

  I need to try and be understanding here. “Well… I guess.”

  “There’s just this sense of honesty between us, and we really connect on a deeper level.”

  I pinch the bridge of my nose. Brooke is completely right: Jolie’s lost her fucking marbles here. “Okay, so have you been sleeping with him?”

  “Yes. Holy fucking shit, he’s so hot I can’t stand it.”

  “Right.”

  “And the orgasms.”

  “Is he filming you?”

  “Yes, but he’s not going to show anyone.”

  “Jo,” I sigh.

  “Don’t ruin this for me.”

  “I’m just saying. It’s a bit of a red flag, you know? And, as my friend, I just need to point out the potential dangers here. I’m just trying to be a good friend.”

  She exhales heavily. “I know.”

  “Look,” I try to think of a solution, “why don’t you just film yourselves having sex on your phone or camera? That way, you have possession of the film.”

  “Hmm… maybe.”

  “I’m just saying, you don’t know him, and you don’t know what he’s going to do with that footage. Do you really want your future kids seeing mommy getting banged on porn sites in years to come?”

  She stays silent, and I know my words are resonating with her.

  “Look, I’m all for you and him having a great time. Have fun. Fuck his brains out. But just guard yourself. Guys who pick up girls in bars by showing them footage of themselves fucking other women… they aren’t really husband material.”

  “That’s his past, Lize.”

  “I know, baby, and it may be all behin
d him, but as your friend, I have to have this conversation with you.”

  “I guess.” She sighs.

  “Look, I’ve got a video camera you can borrow. You’ve got a key to my place. Go over and get it. It’s in the top shelf of my linen closet. That way, you own the footage and not him. The risks are lessened. It’s the perfect solution.”

  “Really?”

  I smile. Nathan is going to freak and throw the camera in the garbage as soon as she returns it, but whatever. “Sure.”

  “Thanks, Lize.”

  “Love you.”

  “Love you, too.”

  “You’re wearing condoms, right?”

  “Goodbye, Eliza.” The phone goes dead, and I giggle. That may have been pushing it.

  I arrive back at our apartment just after 5:00 p.m. and find Nathan sitting out on the balcony. There’s music playing, and he’s overlooking the ocean with a Corona beer in his hand. He turns and flashes me a slow, sexy smile. The way he looks at me now is so different to how he used to look at me. I can feel his adoration from across the room.

  “Hello.” He stands and walks to me.

  “Hi.” I kiss him, and he slides his hand down my behind to squeeze it.

  “How was the massage?” he asks.

  “Heavenly.” I take his beer from him and take a sip. “How was your afternoon?”

  “Good.” He smiles. “I got you a present.”

  “You did?”

  He lifts his shirt to reveal a tattoo of three birds with long wings flying across the side of his ribcage, toward the front of his body. There’s one bird at the back and two at the front. Its red and swollen but its beauty can’t be hidden.

  My eyes widen and rise to his.

  He points to the two birds at the front. “Those are the two birds in that story of yours.”

  I smile goofily. “You and me?”

  He kisses me softly. “Uh-huh, that’s us flying into the sunset.”

  My mouth falls open. “Nathe,” I whisper in awe. I point to the other swallow at the back. “Who’s this?”

  “The life I left behind.”