by Wendy Louise
He’s discarded his button-up vest, and is dressed in a white shirt that is now untucked, with the sleeves rolled back to show off his powerful forearms. Those feet of his are still bare, but then again, most of us have opted to go without shoes tonight to make it easier to walk over the sand that surrounds the outdoor venue.
Dad gladly steps aside as Grayson pulls me against him tight. “Liv, you are breathtaking tonight.” His hot breath against my neck causes a tingle to flow down my spine. His hand tightens on my back, pulling me flush against him.
He doesn’t miss the hitch in my voice as I say, “Thanks Gray, you’re looking pretty amazing yourself you know.” I run my hands up the strong muscles in his back, inhaling his masculine scent, one that is completely his own, and intoxicating.
I pull back slightly; I don’t want to move too far away from him. “Did you enjoy the ceremony?”
“Yeah, it was great, although I was nervous about dropping the rings on the sand and losing them.”
I laugh, “I could tell something had you nervous, it was written all over your face, I figured it was the rings.”
“See Liv, you know me better than anyone,” he teases. “Would you want all this one day?”
“Of course,” I answer, without even thinking about it, “Who wouldn’t?”
Gray shrugs, “I guess it’s not something I’ve spent a lot of time focused on. Music has been my sole priority for so long that I’ve let a lot of important things take a back seat.”
“And now?” I query, interested to hear his response.
“Well, now after seeing how happy E and Ava are today, I realise that this is something I want one day. I want to settle down with the right girl. I want to fall in love, I want to fall deep.”
His beautiful green eyes are looking straight through mine, into my soul, and right now all I want to do is mesh my mouth with his and kiss him.
But I don’t.
He smiles and then tucks me back into the cradle of his arms, sighing softly against my neck and swaying us from side-to-side as the band continue singing. They’re doing a version of my mum’s favourite song, Touch of Paradise by an Australian singer called John Farnham. Ava and I grew up listening to his music; Mum had it on all the time.
I can’t help listening to the words and thinking about how fitting they are for this very moment in time.
I also can’t help but ponder the fact that I think I am falling too deep.
Finally!
After singing a few tunes with the band, dancing, and getting the bride up on stage with her famous tambourine, I’m beat. This has been such a great day, but surprisingly emotional, and my brain feels fried. It’s definitely time for me to hit the sack, but I don’t want to do that alone.
I need Liv.
I’ve waited long enough, and after a day like today, I can’t think of anything other than spending the rest of the night worshipping her.
Wrapped up in her.
Kissing and touching her….
I can see her across the dance floor talking to her cousins. She is so goddamn beautiful, I can’t think straight.
Ethan and Ava are long gone.
They left to start their honeymoon about an hour ago, so I think it’s safe to say that the party is winding down. I make my way towards Liv. She looks up from her conversation and smiles warmly at me as I make my approach.
“Ready to go?” I ask, holding my hand out to her. It has become entirely too easy to hold her hand. It feels so natural. Like we’ve always been doing it.
“Sure. I just want to say goodnight to Mum and Dad.”
We bid farewell to everyone, grab our things, and slowly head back to the bure.
The night air is sultry and warm, and the lanterns lighting the path back towards the room create such a serene atmosphere, it’s hard not to get caught up in the romance of it all. A slight shiver runs through Liv and I feel it run through the hand that is interlaced with mine.
“You cold?” I ask, as I wrap my arm around her shoulder, pulling her closer to my body.
Any excuse to get close to her really.
She wraps her arm around my waist, more than likely to steady herself, but it feels amazing either way. By the time we make our way to the palm trees near the end of the pier I can’t wait any longer. I pull her to me and within seconds I smash my mouth against hers kissing her deeply and releasing the tension that has built up today from being so close to her without being able to touch her.
She responds by running her fingers through my hair, lightly scratching my scalp, and kissing me back, just as determined, just as passionate.
By the time we both pull back we’re breathless and needy.
“Let’s get back to the room Gray.” Liv breathes out.
I wrap my hand around hers again and we move with more purpose towards the bure. Once inside, we lock the door and turn straight back to one another, dropping anything we have in our hands to the floor and wrapping our arms around one another in a heartbeat.
Liv’s breath comes thick and fast, just as mine does, as we both start up our frantic kisses again. I can’t get close enough to her, and I can feel my hands roaming over every inch of her body that I can reach, desperate to mark her as mine.
My blood is pumping and my arousal is straining against the confines of my pants, but somewhere in the back of my mind, I decide that we need to slow down. I don’t want my first time with Liv to be rushed. I wanted to worship her and take this slow.
I pull back and place my hands on either side of her gorgeous face. “I’ve been waiting too long to have you, I need us to take our time.”
Olivia’s chest is heaving within the confines of the tight bodice on her dress. Her big brown eyes are staring into mine, and I place a soft kiss on her plump lips as I grab her hand, leading her closer to the four-poster bed.
She turns in my arms and places her palms onto my chest, pushing me back from her. I fall to the mattress, sitting on the end of the bed, transfixed to her every move.
Her hands slowly reach behind to the back of her dress. All I can hear is the sound of her zipper lowering and the fast breaths that are escaping both of us.
Liv allows the dress to fall to the floor, pooling at her feet like a puddle. She is standing before me in navy blue lace. Her strapless bra and panties match perfectly with the satin stiletto heels that she put back on before we left the Reception.
Her body is flawless, so perfect in fact, that I feel a frisson of unease move through me. Olivia Lucas is every guy’s fuckin’ fantasy, so the enormity of standing here with her like this does not escape me for a minute.
I am one lucky bastard!
Before she moves her hands to unclasp her bra, I stand and move back towards her, taking both her hands in mine and wrapping them behind her back, trapping her against me. Her head tilts back so she can look into my eyes, and my tongue is immediately dancing with hers.
She flexes her hands, silently asking me to release them, so I do.
She then runs them over my shirt and starts to undo the buttons, one at a time from top to bottom. She places light kisses across my chest after each button is undone.
Once she reaches my pecs, she traces the edge of each nipple with the tip of her tongue, sending my body into a frenzy. She kisses over my tatts and the small scar over my heart. I move my hands lower until I can grasp the back of each of her thighs, and I lift her up, urging her to wrap her legs around my waist.
I move us a few steps until we are both falling onto the large king-size mattress.
Liv pulls back and giggles as we crash down. I pull my shirt off the rest of the way and rid myself of my pants, leaving only my boxer briefs in place. As I lower my body carefully over hers, not wanting to place my weight on her yet, she runs her fingers back into my hair and pulls my face down to hers.
“Make love to me Gray,” she says against my lips as she wraps her legs around me tightly and starts to kiss me again.
Kissing Liv like
this is blissful.
I can’t ever remember being with any other girl, whose kisses have excited and inflamed me as much. To me, kisses are usually the prelude to the main event, but with Liv, I could continue kissing her all night and still be satisfied.
Her lips move softly over mine, while she sucks and nips at my tongue.
I run my hands down across her ribs and over her sides, to rest them on her hips. Her skin is smooth and warm, and her scent is so provocative that I need to remind myself to breathe. She’s running her hands across the back of my shoulders and lightly rakes her fingertips over my skin. I can feel it in my toes.
“Oh God Liv,” I say as I dip my tongue into the hollow of her neck. “I can’t get enough of you.”
She arches her head back to allow me better access so I start to run kisses over her collarbone.
Liv shimmies against me causing my arousal to push against her below. She is warm and inviting and I don’t know how much longer I can fuckin’ hold out.
Take your time Gray!
I reach beneath her and undo the clasp of her bra in one quick movement, removing it and throwing it down the side of the bed.
Liv in lingerie is perfection, but Liv like this is breathtaking.
She’s enticing and arousing me in a way that I’ve never known before. I feel like I’m sixteen again and don’t know where to start.
After kissing the soft swell of each breast, I leave her wanting, and lower my hands to her lace panties, slowly pulling them down on each side. She lifts her hips, allowing me to pull them off the rest of the way, and then reaches down to remove my boxers in one swift movement.
My eyes roam over her. “You are the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen. You’re fuckin’ perfection.”
She moans and places her lips over mine, opening to me and tangling her tongue into the corners of my mouth. She tastes like sugar, so sweet and sensual, every kiss satisfying the needs that are spiralling out of control within me.
My hands slowly run up the inside of her leg, crawling across her thigh as she writhes beneath me. As my fingers reach the apex of her thighs, she runs her hand so lightly over my arousal, and I almost lose myself then and there. Her touch is feather-soft, but so enticing that it is hard for me to hold any control.
I stroke her sensitive flesh slowly, looking deep into her eyes. As her head falls back and her eyes flutter closed, I know that she is close.
“You feel so good Gray….too good,” she says on my mouth as she continues to kiss every corner of it.
I know I can’t hold out much longer, but I really wanted to spend the evening exploring her slowly. I lower my mouth to her stunning breasts, laving my tongue across each nipple causing them to harden. Liv whimpers and presses her core further into my hand.
“I need to be inside you. I want to take this slow, but I can’t. I promise to spend the rest of the night exploring every inch of you, but right now I can’t fuckin’ wait.”
I grab a condom from the bedside table and lower it over my length in record time, positioning myself at her warmth. I cradle her face in my hands and look into her eyes as I slowly inch my way inside. She arches her back, pushing her breasts against my chest, and runs her fingernails over my backside, causing me to press deeper.
“Nothing has ever felt this good Liv,” I say as I rain kisses over her eyelids, cheeks and lips. I pull back slowly and re-enter her leisurely, causing her to cry out. “Faster Gray, I want you faster.”
I pick up the pace, moving in and out, and setting up a punishing rhythm. She is rubbing me in all the right places, and I have to hold my breath to make sure I don’t blow before her. I feel her inner muscles start to clamp down on me, so I know she’s almost there. I use all my willpower to hold on. She feels too fuckin’ good.
Liv throws her head back and calls my name over and over as she climaxes. I continue to move until she rides it out, and then I surrender, calling her name in return, and collapsing onto her.
She slowly opens her dark eyes and looks into mine. I lower my mouth to hers and kiss her gently, wanting to pour the emotion of this moment into her.
“You’re incredible Liv,” I say.
She runs her fingers down my cheek, and I notice a loan tear falling from her eye.
Oh God, I hope I didn’t hurt her!
“Why are you crying baby?” I ask.
She smiles and strokes her thumb lightly over the stubble on my chin. “I’m sorry Gray, it’s just been a really emotional day and that was ….. I can’t even come up with a word for it.” She smiles. “I’ve wanted to do that with you for so long.”
I wipe the tear that is falling slowly down her cheek and kiss it away. “As long as they’re happy tears Liv, then we’re okay.”
I lie back on the pillows and pull her to my chest. She nestles against me and throws a leg over mine. “Let’s rest for a bit and then what say we do that again?”
She laughs and looks up from her position on my chest, “You sure you’re up to it?”
“Hell yeah,” I say, not bothering to wait any longer and rolling her so she is straddling me. She places her palms flat on my chest and leans forward to lick a path from my chest to my belly button.
“Your turn now,” she says as she kisses lower and lower, until I’m no longer capable of anything except closing my eyes and focusing on what she is doing to me with her mouth.
We’re all seated at a long table, sharing breakfast, the morning after the incredible night before.
Liv and I woke late, so we both had to scramble to make it here. Liv’s parents are heading home to Australia this afternoon and Ethan and Ava are heading to Thailand to continue their honeymoon before making their way home to the States.
We have another night in paradise before the long journey home and I want to make the most of our time together…alone.
Last night was phenomenal.
I can’t think of a word that can better describe it. I’ve never felt such a connection to another human being before, and I know for sure that I’m addicted. I can’t give her up now, even if I wanted to, which I don’t.
The uphill battle now will be convincing Liv to give this a go, to give us a go.
In all honesty, I’ve wanted her from the moment I met her, so I’m not surprised that last night has cemented that for me. I just hope that she feels the same way.
I’ve fallen hard for her, the feelings I have are like none I’ve had before, so I know she is different.
I know she is worth it.
I spent some time last night thinking after Liv had fallen into a peaceful sleep. I was worried that the emotion and romance of the day had gotten to me, but the more I stared at her, the more I settled into holding her in my arms. I realised that my feelings had nothing to do with the wedding, and everything to do with the incredible girl asleep on my chest.
I had to bite my tongue to stop myself from telling her how much she means to me. I didn’t want to freak her out, but Jesus did I want to tell her. Honestly, it freaks me out that I can feel so much after such a short time with her, but really, I didn’t stand a fuckin’ chance of resisting her from the first moment I met her.
The thought of anyone else touching her makes me blind with rage.
I am consumed by it, by her.
I spear a piece of watermelon on my fork and take a bite of the sweet fruit, allowing it to cool my mouth and slow my heartbeat. Just sitting next to Liv is enough to cause my pulse to race.
Ethan keeps staring at me, so I know he is dying to know what went down with us last night. I’m not ready to talk to him about it though. Talking about it would be like sharing Liv, and I don’t want to do that.
I want to beat on my chest and yell, “She’s mine.” I wish we could just stay here in Fiji and not let our out-of-control lives intrude on any part of this.
Our careers are all consuming, and I know things will change when we get home.
I don’t want anything to change; I just want to stay wr
apped in our Fijian bubble forever.
Back to reality
I don’t want to go home. I want to stay just where we are.
Here.
With Gray.
The past few days with him have been the best I’ve ever had, and I’m terrified of how everyday life is going to change that.
I feel like we’ve been living in a bubble since we arrived here in Fiji. One where Gray and I are together and nothing in the world can touch us.
We haven’t even spoken about what we’re doing, but I know that both of us have connected on a different level now, one that will be hard to come back from.
For right now, once again, we are about to board the death-trap, also known as a helicopter, to make our way back to Nadi airport, and once again, Gray has a tight hold of my hand, keeping me safe and re-assured.
“I promise I won’t let you go Liv,” he says.
I know he’s talking about holding my hand during the flight that I’m dreading so much, but I can’t help but wish he was talking about us and whatever this is that we are doing.
I don’t want him to let me go, but I’m too anxious to talk to him about it. I don’t want to scare him away and I know how hard he has worked to get the band where they are, I don’t want to distract him from that. He deserves every bit of the success that they’re about to have. The last thing he needs is me hanging on for dear life.
But that’s what I want to do; hang on and never ever let go.
In life you always hope to find ‘the one’. That person that you feel completes you in every way; the person that you would happily wake up to every morning and share your hopes and dreams with. A little voice in the back of my head keeps telling me that Grayson is that person for me, but really, how can I know that after spending such a short period of time with him? Besides, the best way to scare him away would be for me to pull out those three little words, you know the ones, starts with I, followed by the L word and the Y word - yeah those three little words.
No, not going there.