I’m quiet and still in my seat, captivated by the sight of them. We get closer and end up with orcas on each side of our boat. The captain turns off the engine and the whales linger around our area, curious to our presence.
We’re surrounded and all I can manage to do is stare at each of them. Taking pictures doesn’t even occur to me, it would just take away from the magic of this moment.
I lose track of time as our boat rests there in the middle of the sea, watching these beautiful creatures gliding through the water and splashing their flukes. They take visible breaths of air and at one point the mist settles over me, cooling my skin. One jumps, sending large droplets of water splashing inside the boat. Another lifts from the water in a spy hop, just like in our painting which is tucked safely at Chris’s side.
He leans into my ear and whispers, “Just like our painting, Nat.”
His voice is just as awed as I feel inside. They’re amazing creatures and by the time our tour is over and we head back to the port I gaze back at the orcas with longing, not ready for them to disappear from my view just yet.
They disappear nonetheless as we float away, the engine rumbling back to life as the last fin descends beneath the water along the horizon. I stare off in their direction until my eyes can’t make out their forms anymore.
The whole experience was exhilarating and more than I dreamed it would be. I’m hooked. I want to book whale watching tours nonstop for this whole weekend, soaking in the opportunity while it’s there.
Once we get back home there’s no way we can see anything like this. Not until we come back which I’m determined we have to do. I plan to fully immerse myself in them while we’re here.
We climb out of the boat, profusely thank the captain for the amazing tour, and walk back down the dock. Chris pulls out his phone to order an Uber to take us back to the hotel. Despite our long day and being out in the draining sun I feel keyed up.
“We have to do this again tomorrow. Did you book another whale watching tour?”
“I have something even better.” He winks, grabbing my hand and helping me off the dock.
“Nothing could be better.”
He smiles at my argument. “Oh, I beg to differ.”
We weave through the busy street to where we’re planning on meeting the Uber driver.
“What could possibly be better than today?”
He smirks wider and I know the ass wants to keep it a surprise for no reason other than to drive me crazy. Just like when he withheld the destination for this trip. He plants a kiss to my lips to soften the fact that he won’t be telling me what our plans for tomorrow are.
“You’ll see tomorrow.”
It’s a fifteen minute ride back to the hotel and seems to fly by as we talk about each moment of our tour. I smile that Chris is just as happy about our day as I am, sharing in this moment with me.
He doesn’t budge on telling me about this amazing, better than whale watching plan he has for tomorrow and I decide to let it go for now, relishing in the amazing sights of the day.
☠ ☠ ☠ ☠ ☠
When he promised me today would be worlds better than yesterday, I hadn’t thought it was possible. He proved me wrong yet again in the most incredible way as we kayaked next to a pod of orcas. It was just us and the marine biologist giving us this private four hour tour.
I was in heaven.
I tried to not worry about how much he must have spent on this for me. It couldn’t have been cheap and I knew money was tight back home with the center. Maybe that was just my guilt at costing him that substantial business investment deal.
The one time I asked how much he had to swing for this trip he had silenced me with a passionate kiss and told me not to worry about it. That I was worth every penny spent.
We were so close to the whales I could look into their eyes as they passed me. They seemed to be just as interested in us as we were in them, curious what the heck we were doing out here on their turf.
They swam beneath our kayaks, causing ripples in the water that rocked us. I giggled and leaned so far over to look at a smaller one that kept swimming past me that I nearly dumped myself right out in the water.
By the end of the day I’m sunburned to a crisp, my arms are sore and weak from constant paddling and I’m filled with so much wonder and joy I’m bursting at the seams. And it’s all thanks to Chris.
We each take a quick shower back at the hotel to wash away the sunscreen, sweat and saltwater and change into clean clothes. It’s July fourth and we plan to spend the evening watching fireworks at Hamilton Viewpoint overlooking the water. Despite our matching sunburns and utter exhaustion we don’t want to miss the celebration.
Pulling on my red loose tank with white stars and royal blue shorts, I’m ready to go. Chris settles for a pair of worn jeans and a plain red shirt since I urged him to be more festive and patriotic.
We’re able to walk to the firework viewing area from the hotel and enjoy the breeze blowing off the bay. Finding a decent spot in the grass across the street to sit we watch the firework show, his arm draped over my shoulder as I cuddled into his side.
I enjoy the bursts of colors and flashes in the dark night sky, lighting up the water in reflection. The show lasts about twenty minutes and during the grand finale, with massive booms echoing rapidly and sending sparks of light across the sky in a beautifully sparkling show, I tug him down so my lips are against his ear.
I shout loudly in the hopes that he can hear me above the noises and chaos. “I’m ready.”
He looks down at me. “Ready to leave?”
“No.” I smile suggestively. “I’m ready.”
It seems to slowly dawn on him what I mean. I’m ready to take this thing between us to the next level. Take it all the way. This is what we’ve been building up for months, years if I was being completely honest with myself.
Chris jumps to his feet and reaches to help me up. I laugh at his urgency to get back to the hotel room. To get me alone.
He’s just as ready as I am.
☠ Chapter Twenty-Five ☠
Natalie
Even though I laid all my cards on the table, when we get back to the hotel room I feel nervous. The energy between us is charged and full of anxious anticipation. I feel like a virgin and in a crazy, unofficial way perhaps I was.
This isn’t either of our first times but it’s our first time together. It was the first time this act ever fucking mattered. All the time I spent wondering what it would feel like to be with him led us here. I was about to get my answers about what it would be like to have him intimately filling my body with his.
On some visceral level I knew it couldn’t be anything other than perfect. Out of this world. The best I’ve ever had hands down.
I only worried I wouldn’t be able to give him the same life changing moment. That I might disappoint him and leave him less than awed. As he smiles tenderly at me and pulls me in for a sweet kiss those worries melt away.
His hands remain gentle and tentative as he pulls my tank over my head, revealing my black satin bra. It’s not my nicest one and I instantly regret not packing something sexier for this trip.
I hadn’t planned to sleep with him this weekend. Hadn’t expected it. That was my only excuse for this bra as opposed to the laced, see through ones I had shoved to the back of my drawer and never revisited.
It wasn’t a lie that I wanted to take our time and build this up but hadn’t we done plenty of that? It hit me like a ton of bricks as we watched the fireworks that I needed to be with him in this way and I couldn’t wait one more day.
So basic bra or not I wanted him and it was happening tonight.
Reaching behind me, I unfasten the bra and drop it to the floor. His breath hitches as his eyes drift down my body, unable to stop their perusal. He steps forward and instead of grabbing my breasts like I expect him to he reaches for the button of my shorts and takes his time unfastening them, pushing them down my thighs.
Our eyes never break contact as he removes the shorts. The air is so thick between us that I have a hard time taking a full breath. He seems to notice and presses his body against mine, radiating warmth, moving me back until I bump into the edge of the bed.
“Breath.” He whispers softly, centimeters from my lips.
I pull in a shaky breath, wishing I wasn’t having such a discernible reaction to him. It felt silly to be so stricken when he knew my history. Surely this shyness wasn’t what he had been expecting from me. He was probably hoping my inner seductress would be the one coming out to play.
“It’s not too late to change your mind, Nat.” He softly presses his lips to mine with feather light pressure.
My knees weaken at how gentle his hands are as they trail down to my waist. The simple purple panties that didn’t match my bra are still on and his hands rest over the top band. He toys with the elastic but doesn’t pull them down just yet.
He’s waiting for me to decide our next move, enjoying the hell out of teasing me in the process.
“I’m not changing my mind.” I suck his bottom lip between mine. “I just don’t want to disappoint you.”
A chuckle of disbelief flies from his lips before he can suppress it. “Disappointed? How could I ever be disappointed by being with you?”
“I don’t know.” I hedge, clutching his shirt to pull him back to me.
He doesn’t budge, looking down at me expectantly. Why the hell was he still wearing a shirt right now anyway while I stood here in one last scrap of material? I was nearly baring it all to him, body and emotional insecurities and he was still fully clothed.
He kisses me but doesn’t relent in his questioning. “How?”
“I just meant if you’re expecting me to be like the stories you’ve heard…that isn’t me anymore. It never really was me.”
“I don’t want that girl. She wasn’t real, Nat. I just want you.” His fingers tangle in my hair and he dips his tongue in my mouth. “I love the real you. You don’t have to pretend.”
My heart beats wildly against my ribs. It felt so good to taste him, to let go of my reservations and hear his words of acceptance. His total and unconditional love washed over me.
“I love you too.”
With honesty and truth out in the open I tug his shirt up urging him to help me remove it. He complies, dropping it to the ground and undoes his pants just as slowly as the rest of our clothes.
He’s still in his boxers and I’m in my panties. I climb up on the bed in as sexy a move as I can. Chris comes over me and our lips magnetize together, not even stopping long enough for us to come up for air.
Time no longer exists.
Somewhere along the way he mentions that he doesn’t have a condom and I mention that I don’t give a fuck about that. The window for talking about protection has passed. I’m clean, he’s clean and we’re past the point of no return.
Having lived with me for so long he knows I’m not on the pill or any form of birth control. We both know the risk we’re taking. In all honesty it really doesn’t feel like much of a risk because the worst case scenario doesn’t seem all that bad.
All I can think about right now is getting him inside of me so we can take care of this frenzy of desire and find pleasure. His boxers and my panties are tugged off and hastily kicked aside in the sheets.
I grip around his base and guide him to my wet slit as our kiss grows more desperate, more fervent. My mind drifts back to the time I caught a glimpse of his cock in the bathroom. It had looked huge back then but the weight of it in my hand gave me a new appreciation for what he was packing.
Just when I think I can’t possibly feel any more emotions, that no deeper connection could possibly exist, he presses inside of me and I stand corrected. We become one single entity, the deepest of connections one person can have with another.
Mind, body and souls collide.
The stretch burned on the first stroke, reminding me just how long it had been. Fingers just weren’t the same. It was laughable to think fingers had satisfied me for so long while this sexy, hung man was sleeping just down the hall.
What an idiot I had been. No more though. There was no chance he was going to have a night of peace again under the same roof as me.
Chris gave my body a second to adjust before slowly pumping his hips. My nails sink into his back and I cry out at the deliciously leisurely thrusts. He moved so slow that I was able to feel each and every inch of him, each and every movement.
He fills me entirely and bottoms out, the base of his cock unable to push forward any further. A whine erupts from my mouth that manages to both be a cry of pleasure and a plea for mercy. For him to keep going, giving me the friction I need.
A bead of sweat glides down his forehead. He’s having a hard time holding back and I’m determined to put an end to both our pleasurable suffering. I jut my hips up, pushing him impossibly deeper.
Pulling out, he slams into me harder than before, grinding our hipbones together in our carnal dance. I meet him thrust for thrust. He doesn’t fuck me faster but he fucks me harder, exactly how I wanted.
It doesn’t take long for us to both be hanging on by a thread, each trying not to surrender to our release without the other. There’s an understanding in his eyes that I’m waiting for him. I’m right there, fighting against the end of this.
He rears back, propping his upper body with one arm while he reaches between us where we’re joined with the other. The moment his finger rubs over my clit I nearly levitate off the bed, crying out as jolts of pleasure burst through my body.
I start trembling and if he weren’t still pressing me into the mattress and filling me with his own release I would be curling into the fetal position with these full body spasms. He doesn’t even attempt to pull out and I’m too far gone at the moment to fret over the possible consequences.
He carefully rolls to his side, pulling me with him in such a way that our bodies don’t separate. We fall asleep in sheer bliss with his dick still resting inside my soaking wetness.
The next morning I rouse awake after the best night of sex and sleep I’ve ever experienced. The first thing I note upon waking up is the emptiness between my legs. His softened member must have slid out while we slept.
The evidence of our pleasure was dried on my inner thighs, leaving a dirty stickiness closer to my pussy. The sensation of that leftover wetness sets me on fire, reminding me of just how good it felt when he pushed me over the edge.
Our flight home wasn’t for several hours. Plenty of time for round two. Possibly three if we played our cards right.
I reach under the sheet and grip his hard cock confidently.
“Mmm. You gonna wake me up early morning like that?” He rumbles sleepily, slurring his words together almost imperceptivity. It’s insanely adorable and sexy at the same time.
“Maybe. I haven’t decided yet.”
He laughs huskily and flips me to my back in a heartbeat, a playfully mischievously glint in his eyes. “Oh you haven’t? What can I do to help you decide?”
I shrug, playing along with his silly game. His hands wrap around my sides and begin tickling me unrelentingly. Shrieking and giggling at the same time, I beg for mercy.
“What’s that? I can’t understand you.” He laughs, not slowing his sadistic tickling for a second. Ass.
“Please.” I gasp, giggling against my will. “I will, I will! I promise!”
That finally stops him and his lips lift in a smirk of victory before devouring me in a hungry kiss. Without warning he lifts me in his arms and carries me to the bathroom, planting me on my feet while he turns on the shower.
His hard dick stands out from his body, pointing right to me as he checks the water temperature. When he’s satisfied with it he turns back to me and embraces me in a heated kiss. Our frantic bodies slam against the shower wall, his body cushioning me from the impact.
It just makes me kiss him harder, losing control.
We both need to clean ourselves after last night but he must not want to part from me even for a few minutes to shower. No force on this earth could pull us apart.
Not now that we’ve felt each other so intimately, connected fully. We were as physically close as two people can be last night and obviously Chris was ready to find our own little version of sexual heaven again this morning.
He grabs my thigh and props it on the edge of the tub. This wasn’t the ideal shower to fuck in but we would have to find a way because we were too frantic to turn back. Just like we had been last night. Would all our encounters be this heated and needy and unstoppable?
I fucking hoped so.
There’s no preamble this time before he presses my back against the cool shower tiles and fucks me without holding back. It’s better than the first time, something I hadn’t dreamed possible.
The mess from last night is washed away by the warm water as we create a new mess of stickiness. Our bodies slap together loudly, spurring us on just as much as the sensation of this new angle.
Fear of slipping in this shower and knocking myself out, something I don’t want to explain at the ER, keeps me from rocking my hips in tandem with his. I stand still and revel in him pounding into me until we both come undone.
This time he pulls out right after I clench around him in ecstasy, shooting his load on the shower floor at my feet.
☠ Chapter Twenty-Six ☠
Chris
I carefully let go of Nat’s thigh when I’m confident she can stand on her own without slipping in my cum on the floor of the shower. The water washes it down the drain, same as it did with what was left on our skin overnight.
I knew that wasn’t a solid birth control method. I almost couldn’t even bring myself to pull out of her warm depth at the last second I manage to. I knew she wasn’t on the pill. Back when dad controlled her every action he hadn’t allowed her to be on birth control, opting for condoms since they didn’t cause weight gain. Asshole that he was, he didn’t want his girls putting weight on that might cost him money.
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