Cross My Heart: A Waverley-Cay Novel

by Avery Maxwell

  Holy shit, I don’t want to stop, do I? Fuck, no, I don’t. I don’t know if I can handle another orgasm like that, but I think I’m willing to try. I almost laugh at the thought. “No, no, I don’t want to stop,” I all but scream.

  “Thank fuck!” His voice is gritty and strained, “I want to taste you and I want you to watch me.”

  What did he just say? I pick my head up off the boat to stare at him as he moves down my body, kissing every few inches. He hooks his thumbs into the strings of my panties and pulls them down in one fluid motion. Holy fuck, is he really going to…

  “Ahhh,” is all that comes out. “Dex, Dex, I don’t think I can, O-h my God.”

  He looks up to me and smiles before lowering his mouth once more. With one long lick, he has opened me up to him, his tongue pressing and licking and teasing. I feel a rush of heat flood me, making him groan.

  “Fuck, Lanie, you’re so wet.”

  I feel like I should be embarrassed, but I don’t have it in me. I don’t have it in me to do anything but feel Dexter’s body, his fingers, his tongue making my body sing. He sucks my clit into his mouth and my body arches off the boat. I’m panting, unable to catch my breath.

  “Lanie, now that I know your sweet pussy tastes so fucking good, I’m never going to want to eat anything else ever again.” He dives back in, flicking my clit faster and faster. Adding pressure in all the right places. Just when I don’t think I can take another second of him sucking and flicking my clit with his tongue, I feel a finger enter me. I thought I had come before, but this time, my body truly explodes. Wave after wave hits me, and I have most definitely never felt anything like this before. My body is shaking violently as Dexter continues his ministrations. I feel his finger enter again, this time with a second added, and my body reaches its highest peak. White-hot heat leaves me shuddering for air.

  “Dex, holy, holy, Dex-I-I,” I don’t honestly know what I want to say. Stop? Don’t stop? My body is throbbing in all the best places, one pulse away from breaking me in two.

  “Holy hell, Lanie, you’re so tight,” he says as his fingers continue to work me.

  I’m not a virgin, but I had only ever been with Rob, my boyfriend in high school and partway through college. Nothing with him had ever been like this.

  “Baby, I’m not small, I’m afraid I’m going to hurt you. Are you sure you want to do this tonight?”

  I look down, his fingers still working me, but I stare past that to his dick that is very clearly standing at attention in his shorts. I’m trying very hard to form a coherent thought right now when all I’m thinking is, dear God, don’t let this stop.

  “I-I don’t want to wait, Dex, please.”

  Slowly, he eases his fingers out of me, bringing his other hand to cradle my face.

  “Lanie, we have plenty of time, I promise. We don’t have to rush anything. Don’t worry about me, this right here,” he gestures between himself and me, “is enough to get me through the next several months, I promise you that.”

  I’m contemplating voicing my concerns when he raises my chin. We are eye to eye.

  “Tell me what you’re thinking, sweetheart?” He asks sweetly.

  On a sigh, I let all my insecurities out. “Did you, did you change your mind? Did I do something wrong and you don’t want me anymore?”

  “Christ, no, Lanie. Baby, you were perfect. Everything about you and about tonight has been absolute perfection. I just don’t want to mess that up by possibly hurting you.” A smirk plays against his beautiful face, “I’m not bragging, but I was honest when I said I wasn’t small, I’m terrified I might hurt you and ruin everything we have done so far. Plus, well, honestly? I didn’t think this would happen tonight—I really didn’t expect anything. I didn’t come prepared. I don’t have any condoms.”

  Looking up into his eyes, I see his sincerity. I know he can see the relief wash over my features. He pulls me in for a tight embrace. “How could you ever think I wouldn’t want you, Lanie? I have never wanted anything or anyone as much as I want you. That's never going to change for me either, I hope you know that. If you don’t, I need to work harder at proving it to you.”

  Taking a moment to collect my thoughts, I finally turn to him. “Dex…I can’t get pregnant. The doctors said the probability of it happening is so low there wasn’t even a point of putting a number to it. I haven’t been with anyone since I was in the hospital and they ran every test imaginable while I was there. Before that, well, there was just one boyfriend.”

  “He was a dumb shit,” Dex mumbles before he can sensor himself.

  “I trust you, Dex,” I tell him just above a whisper, “I want you.”

  He stiffens beside me, realizing what I just told him, and I wish I could take it all back. I try to stand up, but his strong arms pull me back into his lap.

  “Don’t go anywhere, Lanie, I’m just thinking. I always want to do the right thing where you’re concerned. Are you sure, one-hundred percent sure this is what you want? That I’m what you want?”

  “Yes,” I answer without having to even think about it. Dex nods his head once.

  “Alright, then. But not here, let me take you to our room. I want this to be special for you, and I want to take my time.” He finishes with a wicked smile I won’t soon forget.

  Our room. I think, while at the same time, saying, “okay.”

  Dex

  Chapter 27

  Sliding my large button-down around Lanie’s shoulders, I make sure she is covered while I collect all her belongings. The last thing I need is for one of the crew to find her panties, those are mine.

  Shoving her clothing into my back pocket, I lean down and pick her up, cradling her to my chest like I’ve done so many times at home. I don’t tell her that I intend to carry her like this one day across the threshold, as my wife, even though I think about it often.

  Walking into the main cabin, I pass our opulent surroundings heading straight for our room. Lanie is still in awe of the place, it's hard to imagine such a beautiful setting belonging to a boat like this—a yacht as everyone likes to remind me—but it does. From the crown molding to the solid gold accents and nautical themes everywhere. Every inch of the place screams money. It’s the exact opposite of the one I’ll buy for us in the future. Ours will be usable, more family-friendly, less pretentious.

  Entering our room, I kick the door shut behind me and lay Lanie down on the king-sized bed. Lying beside her, I lean in for a kiss. Not a kiss intended to lead anywhere, just a kiss to show her I love her.

  When I pull away, I know I need to be sure this is what she wants. “Are you sure about this, Lanie? I swear to you we don’t have to rush anything. This whole weekend is just about you.”

  Truthfully, I had to take a minute to calm myself the fuck down. The image of Lanie coming on the deck of this boat will forever be my favorite fantasy. Even now, I’m trying to think of wrinkly balls and poopy diapers so I don’t come just from the image ingrained in my brain.

  “All about me?” She parrots.

  “Yes, of course. I want you to trust me completely, Lanie. When you give your body over to me, I want to make sure it’s because it's what you want, not because you think it’s what I expect.”

  She watches me closely. “This weekend is all about me? And what I want?”

  “That’s what I said,” I say, smiling, trying to lighten the mood. I would never want her to feel pressured.

  “Then what I want, Dex, what I need, right now, is you,” the confident sass, although a bit shaky, is starting to come back, I see it in her eyes.

  I exhale a long breath I wasn’t aware I was even holding. “You hold all the cards here, Lanie. If you change your mind at any time, I want you to tell me. I’ll go back to just holding you all night and be the happiest man on the earth, I swear to you.” She nods in understanding, gripping the sheets below her so tightly, her knuckles are white.

  “Lay down, baby. You need to relax. You said you trust me, let
me take care of you. Let me show you what you’ve been missing.”

  “Yes,” is all she says.

  Slowly unbuttoning my shirt she is wearing, I take it off one shoulder at a time. When she is naked once again, I immediately feel all the blood run to my shaft and I have to take a calming breath. “Tell me what you want, Lanie?”

  “I want to see you, all of you,” and my dick tries to explode.

  “Do you now?” I can’t help but smile. “What the lady wants, the lady gets.”

  I stand, and in one swift move, kick my shorts and boxer briefs to the floor. Standing next to the bed, I let her look.

  When she reaches out to take me in her hand, I hiss. “Fu-uck, Lanes.”

  Her hand, so soft and delicate, runs up and down my shaft while I struggle for control. After a few minutes, I have to step away. She looks nervous and I realize this beautiful creature is all kinds of insecure. I should have figured that out much sooner than I did.

  “If you keep that up, we won’t get very far.”

  She smiles, finally understanding.

  Climbing onto the bed, I hover over her, resting on my forearms so I don’t crush her. Gently, I lean down to kiss her while I snake my right arm down her body to cup her pussy. She moans into my mouth and my control is quickly slipping.

  “I have to make sure you’re ready for me, Lanes. It’ll hurt if you’re not ready,” I warn her.

  “I’m ready,” she protests, and I chuckle. “I’m really, really ready.”

  “Let me be the judge of that, sweetheart.” Slowly, I insert one finger, then two. She inhales sharply. “Baby, we are going to have to work at this. Fuck, Lanie, you’re so wet, but I still think it’s going to hurt.”

  “It’s okay, I want this. I want you, please, Dex.”

  Lowering my body, I drop my mouth to lick her clit, loving the sounds coming from her beautiful mouth. She tastes sweet, her smell so uniquely her own, if I’m not careful I’ll be drooling all over her. I can never imagine myself getting enough of this, enough of her.

  Looking up, I see her belly quivering and I know she is getting close. I suck her clit into my mouth, capturing it between my teeth, flicking it over and over again. As she begins to lift off the bed, I insert a third finger, knowing stretching her now will be my best chance at making sex less painful for her.

  Fuck, if I’d known how inexperienced she was, I would have brought supplies. Just thinking about how tight she is has me humping the bed like a horny teenager.

  I need her to come again now. With one last flick of my tongue, I angle my fingers up and stroke her most sensitive spot. She goes off like a rocket. While her body is convulsing, I slide up her and position my head at her entrance.

  My entire body is pulsating with a need for this woman, but I refuse to just push into her so I can get off. When she is able, she opens her eyes, trying to bring me into focus. Making eye contact, I’m caught in her spell for a moment. Face to face, I search for any indication that she isn’t ready for this. I see none.

  “Are you ready?” I ask, my voice vibrating through the room. I’m resting on my forearms, cradling her face in my hands.

  “I’m ready, please, Dex.”

  Lowering my eyes to the point where we are almost connected, I shift my hips forward. Placing just the tip of my cock to rest in her channel, I quickly look up at her for approval. The smile I see there breaks through to the rest of my heart. This girl now has the power to break me and she has no idea.

  The head of my cock seems huge at her swollen wet entrance, and I have a moment of panic. Hurting her would kill me. Looking into her eyes one more time, I tell her, “I’m going to push in, one quick thrust, then let you adjust. Are you ready?”

  “Yes, yes, please.” Watching us connect, I thrust in as far as she can take me right now. She moans, partly in pain, I know, but the heat in her eyes tells me that’s not all she feels.

  Struggling to maintain my composure, but coming close to my breaking point, I inhale deeply. “Lanie, sweetheart, tell me when you are ready for me to move,” I grind out through clenched teeth. She feels like nothing I have ever experienced before, a tight wet glove squeezing my cock like it was made for me. If I ever wondered what heaven was like, I know now. This right here, buried so deep inside the woman I love. This is heaven.

  “I’m ready, Dex. I’m ready,” she says without hesitation.

  I swear I might hear angels sing as I start to move. “Lanie, holy shit. You,” thrust, “feel,” thrust, “so,” thrust-thrust, “damn,” thrust, “good.” I grunt, the effort of not blowing my load right now is immeasurable.

  “Dex, oh God, oh, Dex, I think…I think,” her words are cut off by an intense moan. Her body is tightening all around mine.

  “Lanie, holy shit.”

  Her body is pulsing all around my cock and I think I blackout. Her pussy is gripping me so tightly, I can hardly think. Every inch I slide in deeper is like coming home.

  “God damn it, Lanie,” I choke out. She is out of focus and I worry for a moment that I might actually lose consciousness.

  My spine has never been so stiff, every muscle in my body is screaming for release, but I want to hold on to this feeling for a few moments longer. My thrusts become harder, faster, deeper, and I feel my control break. I’m lost, lost in Lanie, a montage of her greatest hits flashing through my mind until I focus once again on the face staring at me in bliss.

  “I’m coming, Lanie, f-uck I’m coming.” Stream after stream flows out of me. I don’t know how long I keep pumping before coming to rest above her.

  “My God, Lanie, it’s, it’s never been like that before. I’ve, I’ve never come so hard in my life. You’re amazing, baby.” I’m breathing so hard that my chest is heaving against hers. Leaning in, I kiss her softly. “Stay here, let me clean you up.”

  I rush into the bathroom and grab a cloth, running it under warm water. I grab a glass of water and some ibuprofen, then I return to her.

  “Here,” I say, handing her the glass of water and pills, “these will help with the pain.”

  I watch as her throat works to swallow the pills, then I lay her gently back down. Leaning on the bed, I move forward and spread her legs slightly. Warm cloth in hand, I begin to clean her up. My seed mixed with her and fuck if I’m not hard as nails again. Tossing the rag to the floor, I slide into bed beside her, pulling her tightly against me.

  “Are you alright?” I ask, worried I have hurt her.

  “Mm-hmm,” she says sleepily. I roll over and hold her face in my hands, forehead to forehead.

  “You’re so amazing, Lanie. I don’t think I can ever get enough of you now. So, tell me…are you gonna let me go?” I mean it to be a joke, add some levity to a night I know I will never forget, but I know it was a mistake as soon as it left my mouth. “Lanie, I just meant...”

  She cuts me off by putting her delicate finger to my lips. “Shh, Dex. This has been the most amazing night of my life, don’t ask me to make promises I don’t know I can keep.”

  My euphoric state diminishes but only briefly. I knew going into this it was going to be a long road. My Lanes is going to need more than one incredible night of lovemaking. Make no mistake, what we did was make love. MLM just took one giant step forward.

  I fall asleep with a smile on my face with that thought running through my mind, holding the most incredible woman I’ve ever had in my life.

  MLM Tactical Group

  Julia: alert*alert*alert* Dexter got laid this weekend!

  Dexter: Jesus, Julia! I don’t kiss and tell, wtf (angry face emoji)

  Trevor: No, you just give us every. Single. Detail. About everything else.

  Preston: Way to go, asshole. Was It everything you hoped it would be? Fuck, man, I’m with Trevor on this. We have to listen to DAILY updates, sometimes multiple times a day, and you were going to leave out the good stuff? Not cool, man. Not cool.

  Dexter: You’re a real piece of work, Julia, you know that?


  Julia: *Takes a bow*

  Lanie

  Chapter 28

  Our weekend on the boat, as Dex continues to call it, was the start of me sleeping in Dexter’s arms more times than not. I know I shouldn’t do it, I remind him every chance I get that I have to leave when our contract is over. I can’t admit that it's getting harder and harder for me to remember that myself. I’ve never slept so peacefully as I do in his arms. I’ve never woken with such hope and happiness.

  Tate has become a different child right before my eyes, he is now, I believe, the kid he was always meant to be. I still don’t know what Anna did to him, but I’m done asking questions I’ll never get answers to. My job is to help him move on, let him feel love, and I do that every chance I get. “Tate,” I yell up the stairs, “we have to get going, or we will be late.”

  “I’m coming, Lanie, I want to make sure I look good,” he says, flying down the stairs.

  “Whoa, whoa, hey, kiddo, the last thing we need is for you to break a leg before your big night,” I smile at him.

  “Lanie,” he draws out, rolling his eyes in the process, “it’s not just my night, it’s the end-of-year school party, that means it’s for everyone. Everyone graduates to the next grade today. There’s going to be popcorn and pizza and cotton candy, Lanie. Cotton candy!”

  “I know, I know! So exciting,” I laugh. “So, what were you working on up there?” I ask, eyeing his hair suspiciously.