Heavy Turbulence

by Kimberly Fox

  I’m trying to be gentle, but there’s so much intense emotion and need boiling inside of me that I can’t.

  I bring my lips down on hers in a rough, hard kiss, claiming her mouth and taking what’s mine. She kisses me back with equal urgency, making my head spin. When I release her, her teeth grab a hold of my bottom lip, tugging on it as we separate.

  This is more perfect than I thought it would be. Our bodies are melting together like they were made for each other.

  It’s better than any dirty fantasy that I’ve ever come up with.

  I move inside of her fast and hard. She tilts her hips up for more, clawing at my back as she cries out. She’s close to coming. I can tell. Every cry leaving her mouth is louder, more primal, more desperate.

  I really let her have it, the headboard slamming into the wall with each savage thrust.

  “Fuck!” she screams as she grips me tight, clinging onto me like I’m the only thing keeping her from spiraling into the abyss. The orgasm rips through her, shaking her to the core.

  Her warm juices coat my cock as she comes on me, her tight little pussy squeezing me as hard as she is.

  She’s breathing so heavy as I slowly drag my cock out inch by heavenly inch, feeling her tight grip around my shaft.

  “Still hate me?” I ask when her breath calms, the most intense part of her orgasm finally over.

  “No,” she says with a laugh. “I’ll marry you for real.”

  I smile as I slide my cock back in her, giving her slow, easy thrusts until she’s ready to go again.

  “I might take you up on that.”

  “Will your cock be my maid of honor?” she asks, smiling as she runs her hand through her hair. “Because it’s my new best friend.”

  The moment is so perfect and I never want it to end. I wish I could lock the door and keep her here with me forever.

  We kiss softly, enjoying the slow pace until our bodies start demanding more. My rhythm speeds up, giving her longer, deeper, harder strokes.

  I take her earlobe in my mouth and nibble on it. “You said you can do the splits?”

  “Oh, God.”

  “Show me.”

  She puts two hands on my chest and gently pushes me off of her. We both moan when my dick slides out of her.

  I stroke myself as I watch her climb off the bed and stand in front of me. She’s so beautiful. I want to see her naked in every position. From every angle.

  Her brown hair is a wild mess hanging down over the top of her breasts, but it looks gorgeous. Her nipples are calling out to me, teasing me as the shimmering buds beg me to wrap my lips around them.

  “I’m only going to do this once,” she says, her cheeks flushing as she grabs her ankle. She raises her foot over her head in a full splits. Her legs are a perfectly straight line with her glistening pussy smack in the middle.

  I’m off the bed in an instant, grabbing her raised ankle and holding it there. She holds onto the dresser for support as I grab my throbbing cock and slide it back inside of her where it belongs.

  “Just like I pictured,” I groan, as I thrust in and out.

  Her eyes are squeezed shut as she holds her breath. “It’s so fucking deep,” she moans as I saw her back and forth.

  I pull back a little for her, but she grabs my ass in a panic. “No,” she gasps, pulling me back into her.

  She moans as I fill her with swift thrusts, enjoying every second of it.

  We catch each other’s eye in the mirror across the room and seeing her face all twisted up in agony sends me spiraling. Her brow is furrowed, her mouth wide open in an O shape, her gorgeous tits swinging back and forth with every powerful thrust.

  My mouth becomes dry with anticipation as I feel an orgasm raging forward, clawing through me in an unstoppable wave.

  Our eyes are locked on each other’s through the mirror as we both come at the same time.

  It hits me like a truck, and I hold onto her for support as I pump one final time inside her. She crumples onto the dresser, dropping her leg as her orgasm consumes her. I step on my toes, pushing deep inside her as I empty every last drop of my seed into her tight little pussy.

  We never break eye contact through the whole experience, even when I feel her pulse around me, pulling out every drop that I have for her.

  It becomes too much and our legs give out. We drop to the floor in a hot sweaty mess of cramping limbs and exhausted groans.

  Riley curls up onto me. She looks so small and delicate in my arms.

  I reach up and grab the sheets from the bed, pulling them down onto the floor. I’d pick her up and carry her onto the mattress, but my legs and arms feel like lead, and I can’t hold myself up at the moment, let alone her too.

  “Mmmm,” she moans as I wrap the blankets around her. I drop my head against the dresser as I turn to look at our reflection in the mirror.

  We look so perfect like this, in each other’s arms on the floor. I hope she realizes it now. I hope she sees.

  “Is the war over?” I whisper, kissing the top of her head. The smell of her fruity shampoo is making me dizzy.

  “No,” she whispers back but there’s a smile on her calm face. She looks so peaceful wrapped up in the blankets with her eyes closed. “This is all part of my genius plan.”

  “Look over there, Napoleon,” I say, gently guiding her chin toward the mirror. She smiles as she sees our reflection. “Does that look like two people at war?”

  She slowly shakes her head. “That looks like two different puzzle pieces that somehow fit.”

  We sit like this for a while until her body starts shaking with giggles.

  “What?”

  “I knew it.”

  “Knew what?”

  She covers her mouth with the blanket as she lets out an adorable giggle. “You only came when you saw yourself in the mirror. I knew it all along. You are in love with yourself.”

  I make her pay by squeezing my arms around her. “Well, someone has to love me. Especially when the girl I’m falling for keeps calling me her enemy.”

  She smiles as she rests her head on my bicep, watching me through the mirror. “You’re not so bad.”

  I hold her like this for hours, ignoring my legs that are exploding with pins and needles and fighting my eyelids that keep trying to close.

  Riley fell asleep hours ago, but I want to stay up as long as I can. I don’t want this beautiful moment to ever end.

  Because when we wake up in the morning we’ll be enemies again.

  And I don’t know if I’ll ever get another chance at this sliver of heaven.

  Chapter Eighteen

  Riley

  “Mmmm,” I moan, feeling like I’m waking up after being in a coma for over a decade. My whole body feels sluggish and sore, like there’s liquid metal running through my veins.

  So, this is what it feels like to wake up after being gorilla fucked by a hot pilot. Totally worth it.

  I turn my head on the soft pillow looking for Dex, but his side of the bed is empty. The bathroom door is open and the light is off as well. I don’t see him anywhere.

  My first reaction is not a good one.

  I immediately think that he left. That he was using me all along and that he just struck the final deathblow in our little war.

  My body tenses as I sit up in the bed trying to turn my sadness into anger when I see a note on the table with a tropical flower lying beside it.

  I’m out of the bed in a flash and scurrying across the cold tiles in my bare feet. I pick up the flower and the note, slip on one of Dex’s t-shirts, and walk out back where it’s cloudy but nice and warm. Our room is on the ground level with a view of the north side of the island where the waves are violent and vicious, yet beautiful and humbling at the same time.

  The waves are bigger than normal today, and the sheer size and power of them takes my breath away as they relentlessly crash onto the rocky shore.

  I sit in the chair and smell the flower before reading the not
e. Dex’s handwriting is scribbled across the paper, and I smile at the little hearts that he used to dot the I’s.

  Good morning beautiful,

  The waves were looking almost as spectacular as you.

  I couldn’t resist.

  Enjoy the show…

  - Dex

  P.S. There’s fresh coffee in the pot. ;)

  I lower the note (and my jaw) when I look up and see Dex surfing on the waves. My initial shock turns to worry, which quickly turns to awe when I see how skilled he is on the board. He cuts through the waves like a shark, turning the surfboard with complete control. He moves with such grace and ease, gliding across the monstrous wave like a superhero.

  I run inside and quickly grab a coffee as he surfs out of a wave and lowers his belly onto the board. I don’t want to miss a thing, so I hurry back with my steaming cup and watch as he paddles back behind the break of the waves.

  He puts on quite the show as he picks the largest waves to surf down. His movements are so smooth, so beautiful. He’s human. Water isn’t our element. He shouldn’t be so graceful and controlled, so skilled and poised, yet somehow he is.

  Maybe he is a shark after all.

  I smell the flower and smile as I watch him fall off his board and crash into the water with his feet over his head. He’s not a shark. He’s a puffer fish. All tough talk and attitude, but he’s really sweet inside.

  He looks right at me when he pops out of the water. He has a big smile on his face as he waves to me before grabbing onto his board.

  I sit up straight in my chair and try to smooth out my hair the best that I can as he paddles toward the shore like a sexy turtle.

  Last night was incredible. Pure magic. I’ve always enjoyed sex, but I’ve never been obsessed with it. I never understood why people could throw everything away, families, careers, their lives, for an hour of fun. Now I know. Now I get it.

  Dex opened my eyes in a big way.

  I hadn’t planned on it. Actually, I had planned against it.

  But every once in a while, a woman just has to let herself have some fun.

  I take a sip of my coffee and laugh to myself. Like you ever had a chance. He was in complete control of my body from the first touch. I would have done anything with him. Anything for him.

  I would have married him and had all his babies if he only would have asked.

  I would have jumped off a cliff if he would have suggested it. I would have stuck a knife in my heart for his amusement.

  I was his slave.

  And I loved every second of it.

  Nervous butterflies flutter in my stomach as he gets out of the water and smiles at me. I don’t know how today is going to go.

  What does he want?

  What do I want?

  I have no idea. Maybe another round in the bedroom to help me think…

  We got along great last night, but that was because our clothes were off. It’s easy not to say things that will piss the other person off when your jaw is shut tight and the only noises you’re making are groans and moans. Our relationship usually gets into trouble when Dex opens his mouth.

  I’m really hoping it’s going to be different now. It would just be cruel to have sex that good with someone and then never have it again.

  I’m getting wet just thinking about it. I haven’t even finished my coffee, and I’m already craving a big cock in my mouth.

  Oh, my God. Am I whore?

  If I am, it’s Dex’s fault. He’s a master at the art of making love. He’s skilled with every part of his body: his hands, his lips, his cock, his fingers, his tongue… Oh God, his tongue. It’s what miracles are made of.

  I had never come during sex before last night. The few sexual partners I did have never got me going the way that he did. It was incredible, like I had left my body and ascended to another plane of existence-one where multiple orgasms were as easy to get as parking tickets.

  Three of them. All stronger and harder than the last.

  “Good morning,” he says as he arrives with the surfboard tucked under his arm.

  He leans in and gives me a soft kiss on the lips as if it’s the most natural thing in the world. Desire starts flowing through me as he stands back up. Droplets of water fall from his wet messy hair onto my shirt as I lick my lips, tasting the saltiness from the ocean.

  “Good morning,” I answer with a whimper. It’s a good morning now.

  I gulp as I admire his hard body that’s still soaking wet. He’s wearing the colorful boardshorts that I like, the ones that rest a little too low on his hips. They show off the beautifully carved V in his pelvis and just a hint of his dark pubic hair.

  He rests the surfboard against the villa as I groan, watching his back muscles ripple with every movement. He’s so beautiful. The perfect view to wake up to.

  “I didn’t know you surf,” I say, catching a glimpse of his shredded abs as he turns around. I haven’t moved from my chair, but my heart is beating like I just ran a marathon.

  He sits in the chair beside me and smiles. “There’s a lot that you don’t know about me.”

  “I think I already know too much,” I say, chuckling as I take a sip of my coffee.

  Dex reaches over and slides his hand on mine, taking the coffee mug from my hand. “That’s not what you were saying last night,” he says with a grin. He takes a sip of my coffee, turning the mug to place his lips on the exact place where I drank from and then hands it back. “You were crying out for more.”

  “I was not,” I answer playfully. “I think you might need your hearing checked.”

  “I think you’re right,” he says with a grin. “You were screaming into my ear so loud that I think I burst an eardrum.”

  Typical cocky Dex. I hate that his arrogant attitude is actually doing something for me now. Maybe it’s because he deserves to be arrogant and cocky after his performance last night.

  “But seriously,” I say, trying to change the subject. “Where did you learn to surf like that?”

  “Hawaii,” he says, resting his hands on his abs. His beautiful, hard, mouthwatering abs. “Marv vacations there from time to time. We were there for three weeks last May, and I spent the entire time surfing.”

  “Wow,” I say, looking out at the thrashing waves in the ocean. “That sounds fun.”

  “It will be more fun with you there. Although I’m not sure if we’ll be doing much surfing.”

  “What will we be doing?” I ask, raising a questioning eyebrow at him.

  He glances over his shoulder at the king-sized bed that’s calling our name. “Come inside and I’ll show you.”

  I’m tempted, even though I’m still sore from last night. “Let me finish my coffee first.”

  He looks disappointed until I down it in one gulp. I toss the mug onto the sand and stand up. “I’m ready.”

  After a quick romp and a shower, Dex and I head down for breakfast. I’m so hungry that I could eat a horse, raw.

  I can’t help but wonder what it’s going to be like when we no longer have to pretend that we’re husband and wife. Are we going to go back to our old fighting like cats and dogs ways, or is it going to be different?

  Dex slides his hand over mine, and I instantly feel better. The hallway is empty and we don’t have to pretend anything, but he still holds my hand.

  “So,” I say, turning away so he doesn’t see my cheeks getting red. “Are we like dating now?”

  “We’re married,” he says, looking at me sideways. “Are you divorcing me already?”

  It was a serious question, but he answered it with a joke. I guess I have my answer.

  I shouldn’t care. Who in their right mind would want to date Dex? Seriously, I’m better without him. I shouldn’t care.

  But I do.

  I swallow down the sigh that’s creeping up my throat and force a smile onto my face. No one likes a clingy girl who doesn’t know her place after a one night stand.

  “Riley Coyote,” Dex says, stopping
and dropping to a knee.

  I raise an eyebrow as I look down at him.

  He takes my hand and looks up at me with the bluest eyes. “Would you be my girlfriend?”

  I pull my hand away and cross my arms over my chest, looking down at him skeptically. “Is this some kind of a trick?”

  “Yes,” he says with a nod. “I’m going to make you fall in love with me, marry me, have my children, grow old by my side, and then, when you least expect it, I’ll strike.”

  “You’ll strike?”

  “I’ll strike.”

  I chuckle as I look at him, still kneeling on the ground. He’s clearly joking, but a small part of me still isn’t sure.

  “No.”

  He drops his head and lets out a frustrated sigh. “Why not?”

  “We’re enemies. I don’t date my enemies. It’s War 101. Never date your enemy. That’s why President Roosevelt and Hitler never hooked up. I’m surprised you didn’t know that.”

  He rolls his eyes as he looks up at me. “Did you just compare me to Hitler?”

  I shrug my shoulders. “Well, come on. If one of us has to be Hitler in this scenario, it’s not going to be me.”

  Dex glances down at his knee that’s still on the floor. “Are you going to say yes or should I get up?”

  “I’m really hungry.”

  “Okay then,” he says, shaking his head as he gets to his feet. He looks upset. Genuinely upset.

  It makes me feel better.

  “All right,” I say, stepping in close to him. I take a deep breath and hold it as I press my finger to his soft lips and hold it there. “I’ll be your girlfriend.”

  His eyes light up, but he doesn’t say a word, mainly because I have my index finger pressed against his mouth.

  “Don’t get too excited,” I say, narrowing my eyes as I stare up at him. “It’s only because I like to keep my friends close but my enemies closer.”

  I remove my finger, expecting a witty comeback, but he gives me a soft romantic kiss instead. My head is spinning when he pulls away and takes my hand.