“Come aboard!” the captain invited us, as we took in every sight.
“Are you serious?” Jordan whispered.
“Afraid so.”
We cruised through the waters in the lap of luxury, and several staff approached us, accommodating our every need. The forty-minute ride passed with ease.
“It’s going to be hard to top this, Ben.”
“You just wait.”
Once docked, there was a UTV waiting, a glorified four-by-four golf cart. The driver loaded our suitcases in the cargo bay in the back and pointed ahead.
“Follow the path ahead,” he advised, and boarded the yacht.
“Are we alone, alone?” Jordan said.
“There are morning drop-offs. They replace linens and food, but they arrive early and are done within an hour, so we won’t even notice them.”
Stopping at the iron gate flanked by two stone pillars, I scanned the card that accessed almost everything, and entered the epitome of world-class charm.
“I can’t help but feel like we just stepped out of a Monet painting,” she said, passing the lily ponds, manicured lawns, and lush, tropical fruit gardens.
Reaching the grand entrance, our gaze locked. Her brows were raised in delight.
“I’ve never seen such beauty in my life.”
Her hand slipped through the crook of my elbow as we toured.
The interior’s chic style, with billowing white fabrics, rich woods, and beaming floors were seamlessly designed to capture the indoors seamlessly to the outdoors.
“Very Zen-like, or it might indeed be heaven.”
Jordan’s playful tone was contagious. I had underestimated her reaction, suddenly realizing how differently we had grown up. I had been exposed to luxury and privilege. Compared to my upbringing, hers was a simple life, but filled with love and warmth. If I had the choice, I knew I would choose the love and warmth. Money only allowed you the freedom of not worrying about money.
“We have a private chef on call, and I’ve arranged for him to prepare a candlelit dinner at sunset overlooking the ocean.”
I snaked my arms around her, pulling her body into my chest, her delicate floral scent maddening me. Then I kissed the beautiful landscape of her neck, my warm breath on her ear. “So beautiful.”
I felt a building and gripping sensation below, but I wouldn’t fly apart just yet. I wanted more than a quick release. Tonight, I wanted to go beyond sex.
“That’s romantic. I’d like to freshen up before dinner.”
“Take your time. I’ll find a bottle of wine, and once the chef leaves, we can gather dinner from the oven’s warming tray.”
We sat at the round table draped in white linens. The spectacular view overlooked the ocean. The sky was streaked with shades of orange and red. It didn’t outshine her beauty in that sleek black gown, which dipped low on her ample breasts and billowed up, exposing her creamy flesh. I deliberately attempted to focus on dinner; there would be plenty of time for that later.
“The steamed lobster is perfectly cooked,” she said as I watched her dip into the crock of drawn butter.
“The wild Mexican shrimp cocktail had some punch. That was my favorite. How’s the wine? Martin Codex, Albarino.”
I watched her spin the liquid as it swirled around the sides of the glass.
“Amazing. Do you have a sweet tooth? I noticed several assortments. I’m curious about these smaller details about you. Do you mind?”
“You mean like twenty questions?” I smirked playfully. “Ask away.”
She had a point. It occurred to me that we knew each other well, but in some ways, not at all. This had to be the first time I’d seen her drink, and I found myself curious as to why.
”And no, sweets are not my downfall. A salty bag of chips, maybe.”
“I’ll start,” she said. “Read or watch TV?”
I considered the two. I liked both for different reasons.
“Buzz. Time’s up, Storm.”
“I wasn’t aware of the rules,” I said, chuckling. “Books.”
“What about you?”
“Is that your question?”
“Wait, no, another rule? We take turns, one question each? Fine, I plan to make mine count. What sexual activities do you enjoy the most?”
“Oral sex, on the receiving end.”
Hell, she had that one lock and loaded.
“My turn,” she said with a wide grin on her face. “Do you worry about getting old?”
That one was easy.
“No, as long as I’m not alone.”
“PDA. Yes or no, with an explanation.”
I was beginning to like this game.
“Yes, to PDA. I feel that if you’re afraid to show your affections openly, you can’t live an authentic life.”
I was proud to show my love toward Jordan. In the past, my answer would have been very different.
“Your turn,” I said, tossing it back to her.
“What sexual activities do you enjoy the most?” she asked, tripping me up with my own material.
“Oral sex, on the giving side.”
But in reality, the answer would be everything. Her laugh was sweet and endearing, with a dusting of something dirty underneath just for me. I was up for a little dirty.
“Morning person or night?”
“Morning, without doubt,” she answered.
“Your turn.”
“Why do you want to be with me now?”
Well, fuck. I thought that had been was crystal clear.
“Besides the fact that I’ve loved you for the past ten years, I’ve never wanted anyone else. Maybe I just grew up, or woke up, and I’m finally following my heart.”
I wanted her as my partner in life. I wanted to share our future experiences together, both good and bad. I hoped to have a family one day, to grow old and be happy. I wanted to be in love, capturing and maintaining the romance at every milestone the future brought. My father’s shining example of what not to do slipped into my mind.
“That’s beautiful, Ben. Thank you.”
With only one strike of the long match, the outdoor fire pit blazed and flickered to life. And with a press of a button, music floated on the air. The song “When a Man Loves a Woman” began to play, as if I’d planned it.
“Dance with me.”
She accepted my hand and we moved to the stone patio. My fingers gently slid down her bare arms, every caress slow as I pulled her in.
I wrapped an arm around her waist, tugging her body closer. I held her in a proper stance, leading, my leg slightly between hers as our hips swayed back and forth to the slow beat of the melody. Her tender but raw sexuality pressed against my body, which was now molded to her every curve.
“I could lose myself in you,” I whispered in her ear, my warm breath expelled against the tender flesh. I nipped at her tender lobe, pulling a moan from deep within her. As the heat rising between us invaded our bodies, I had never felt more alive.
The firelight casted shadows as we swayed to the rich sounds of the ballad. The breeze shifted suddenly, and her hair floated around her face, the light illuminating her exquisite features. Within her eyes, I saw newfound feelings filled with desire, propelling me closer with a desperate need, I couldn’t seem to stop. I didn’t know if I wanted to even try.
“Do you have any idea how much I’ve wanted this?” I asked her.
“I know exactly how much.”
Her voice softened as she rested her cheek on my chest, and I knew I’d found my second chance. This time, I’d never let her go.
Every emotion burst free in me as I captured her mouth. She was kissing me back as passionately as I gave it. Once I heard her moan against my lips, it only fueled my need. As the kiss burst into flames, her mouth accepted my tongue as a mating call of sorts. It drowned out the world around me.
More. I needed so much more from her as I dragged my mouth away for a moment. I took one step back, drawing away from our warm embrace, o
nly to lead her down the long hall toward the bedroom. My mouth watered to taste her flesh, but this was more than physical. So much more. It was my soul grasping for everything I ever wanted and needed.
We had been starved for years, her love stolen from me, but now we had found what had been rightfully ours all along.
She stared at me, the look in her eyes intense.
They hit me full force, bringing out emotions in me I’d long buried.
Darkness blanketed the master suite with sultry shadows. I adjusted the sconces to a dim light, as softness spread across the room. The bed was dressed in luxury whites, as the light flooded the room with a romantic glow.
Turning her in my arms, I slid her hair over her right shoulder, leaving her neck exposed. A slight tilt of her head invited my mouth to drag along her soft skin. I let my tongue linger over her creamy skin, which was pale as porcelain. Her scent was intoxicating, shooting straight to my groin.
Desperate to touch her, I slowly dragged the zipper down her dress.
From behind, I lifted her straps down her bare arms, allowing it to free fall at her heels. The puddle of silk was discarded beneath her, leaving her only in black panties, thigh-high stockings, and very high heels. The sight nearly brought me to my knees.
She boldly turned in my arms, and her fingers slithered and coiled in my hair, pulling me close.
“It feels so right,” she whispered against my mouth her lips reached for mine, raw with need. My mouth crashed against hers, the bold caress of my tongue meeting hers. We teased and tasted, finding new places yet to be explored.
Her hands traveling, she wasted no time unbuttoning and dragging my shirt over my shoulders and down my arms, where it now lay on the floor.
A low pulse ignited in me, and my fingers grazed her arms as sparks shot between us. Our gazes drifted over the obstacles that remained. With passion, she pulled me in and lowered my mouth back to hers as her greedy hands worked on my belt and pants. Shoes kicked off, our lips fused as one, and my tongue slipped between her lips and flirted with hers.
My hand clutched her covered breast and molded it, squeezing her nipples until they peaked as my hand flipped the clasp, freeing her beautiful breasts from their restraints.
I took one in my mouth, licking, sucking, and teasing as my free hand cupped the other. I was eager to sample the soft roundness of the other as I switched, and her fingers tangled in my hair.
The sensations fluttering between us felt electric as I hooked my fingers under the band of her panties and slid them down. Followed by her sensual moan, which caused my cock to twitch. I gently placed her against the wall as my fingers played in her wet folds, my knee nudging her legs apart.
How gorgeous she looked. I dragged my hand over her fevered skin and found her bundle of nerves at the peak of her sex. I circled her clit with a rhythmic pace.
“That’s it,” I coaxed her.
Her hips began to rock against my hand. Then her fingers snaked around my neck, holding on, swept up in the moment and trusting me with every touch.
My lips found her neck warm and waiting, and I placed kisses behind her ear. I dragged my tongue, leaving wet tracks down her neck. It was then that I pushed a finger inside.
“Do you like the way that feels?” I asked as I withdrew and penetrated her wet core once again.
“God, yes.”
Groaning with need, I increased the rhythm as I slipped a second finger within her. My lips closed around her nipple as my finger traveled back to her clit. Together the sensations grew, ripping through her body as a consuming climax rocketed through her.
“You’re so fucking sexy when you come,” I whispered.
I wrestled off my immediate desire and laid her out on the bed, stripping off any reaming garments. I wanted no barriers between us, nothing but raw flesh rubbing against each other.
Fully aroused, the wildness in me was brewing beneath the gentleness as I kneeled on the bed. Her eyes were blazing with desire as she parted her thighs, never relinquishing the locked gaze of fire between us. I kissed, licked, and nipped her inner thighs.
I could taste her arousal as I drank freely from her wet core. My tongue was buried within her folds, circling her clit, drowning in her scent. Her hands fell on the mattress, tangling her grip within the sheets. I couldn’t stop my tongue flicking her clit, and I felt her about to explode again. I was a greedy bastard, and I wanted to own her in every way. She was mine, her pleasure was mine. Her heart, body, and soul were mine.
I heard an anguished cry escape her as I gazed up to witness her pleasure as she melted before me, her frantic hips slowing as I climbed her body.
The hard length of my erection nudged at her entrance as I entered her slowly, building with each stroke as her body closed tightly around mine.
“Fuck Jordan, you’re so tight.”
Linking more than just our bodies, I needed to touch her soul. Feeling myself moving deep inside her wet, slick heat, I grew harder. She wrapped her legs around my hips as her eyes owned me.
The driving force of my kiss landed hard against her lips, and my tongue invaded her mouth as she opened willingly, twisting together as one.
“Let me love you this way, Jordan. Forever,” I pleaded as I climbed higher, ready to jump.
“Forever,” she whispered. “Harder. I need you harder, Ben.”
Christ.
Rough with aggressive need, I drove deeper as I slammed back in with great urgency. Then I powered faster and fiercer as the frenzied race to fulfillment climbed my body. I felt Jordan tighten gripping my cock as I slid in, then out of her wet pussy.
“So goddamned good.”
She erupted, taking me with her. Waves rippled through me as a powerful force took over my body. We were slick with perspiration as we rode out the spasms of pure unadulterated pleasure. I cradled her face and pressed a tender kiss to her mouth, no words were needed.
I felt the rise and fall of my chest as her head rested upon it. Her breathing was slow and steady. My touch upon her hair provoked a slight moan of contentment.
“Tired?” I asked.
“Uh-huh.”
“Okay. Lights out. Love you.”
“Love you too, Ben.”
Tonight, I had been shown the true meaning of love. As we lay intertwined as one, sleep came easily.
I woke to the sun slipping through the white shutters, flecks of tiny particles floating in the air. The smell of the ocean and the floral landscaping drifted into our room. Jordan’s arm was draped over my chest, her face pressed against my shoulder.
I gently caressed her skin with the lightest of touches. Her lashes fluttered, then her eyes slowly made their way to mine. The way she looked at me caused my heart to swell.
“Good morning, beautiful.”
Side by side, I pulled her in closer, capturing her in an embrace. Absolute joy spread through my body. I thought about the surprise I had in store for tonight.
“I had a dream about you.”
Her words were drawn out and raspy from her night’s sleep.
“I can’t wait to hear this.”
“If I recall, it was…”
“A sex dream?”
She giggled as she laid propped on my elbow, her face on her palm.
“Something like that.”
“Continue.”
“I remember I was back at home, my house, when suddenly the front door opened. It was windy and cold, causing the door to slam against the wall. You were standing there. I looked over, waiting for you to walk in or say something. But you did neither. I could see the wind rushing past you, your clothing all wavering. I called your name, but you didn’t hear me. I ran to you, throwing myself in your arms. Finally, you acknowledged my presence, and I felt the warmth we shared as you lifted my legs and wrapped them around your body. I felt safe and protected, but you cautioned me, and told me never to let anyone get close to me, besides you. Then you made me promise to never leave you, which I did. You would kee
p me safe, but only you. Then you ripped my panties off and pressed me against the wall. You pushed your hard length into my body, and it was so vivid. As if you had to prove something or prove to me the power you held. The sex was on the edge of violent, yet I knew you wouldn’t hurt me, because you loved me.”
I saw a nervous look cross her face.
“Odd, huh?”
“A little, but babe, it’s only a dream. It doesn’t mean anything, although wall sex is definitely now on the table.”
Rolling her eyes, she started to rise. I pulled her in and tickled her sides as she squealed out of my grip.
“I’m starving. Let’s stalk the kitchen.”
I was still unsettled by the dream, but I wouldn’t share that with her.
“I have an idea. I want to fix you breakfast and enjoy it on the two-man lounger, sitting on the white sandy beach down by the water.”
“That sounds incredible. What can I do?”
She found her robe and made her way to the bathroom, only to appear moments later in that orange bikini she famously wore.
“You gather the beach supplies and head down first. I’ll follow with breakfast.”
She kneels on the bed to kiss me, then quickly starts to gather the items. Her beach bag is stuffed as she approaches.
“Okay, I’ll meet you down there.”
She looks over her shoulder with a knowing nod.
“Okay, I won’t be long.”
Finding endless supplies to create something unique, I decide on omelets with bacon and cheese, a side of fresh fruit, and croissants. With the addition of two orange juices and coffee, the picnic basket was complete.
As I began down the long trail to the beach, thoughts flooded my mind. For a split second, it occurred to me that this was real, not some fantasy I conjured up. My fantasies didn’t even come close to this reality. I was so fortunate to have her with me today. All those lonely nights, where images of the two of us played out in my mind, I craved to touch her, hold her freely, and just be with her. Every hope and dream I had centered around this one woman.
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