by Wendy Silk
His hand had reached out to hold mine as he spoke. His fingers were interlaced with mine. It felt like it was getting hotter in the room as he looked at me.
“Grant, I feel the same way. I’ve loved you since I met you. I couldn’t admit it, even to myself, after you left without any warning. But it’s been there, between us, the whole time I’ve been here. You’re the only man for me. There’s never been anybody that could make me feel this way.”
His eyes smoldered, while his lips curved up deliciously. “Do you mean like this?” he asked. As he spoke, he ran his hand down my neck, so lightly that it almost tickled. Then his strong hand detoured down to my breast, where that faint touch became firmer as he rolled my nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
I gasped. My body was flooding with the feelings I had tried so hard to deny since I’d been at Blue Shore. I leaned my head back, lifting my breasts against his touch. Grant responded by lowering his lips to my arching throat, kissing me hungrily. His mouth was everywhere all at once, tasting my skin, licking, softly biting. As he brushed his cheek against mine, I could feel his afternoon stubble, making his skin seem prickly and masculine where it met with mine. My breath was coming in gasps now. I sought his lips with my own, finding his tongue with mine, exploring and darting.
Grant’s hands caressed my breasts with the perfect combination of gentleness and a teasing roughness. His hand traveled below one breast to cup it softly, then moved over my skin smoothly to twist the nipple, lingering there at that moment of near-pain. The sensation made me writhe on the bed, seeking his hips with my own. Not to be stopped, however, Grant looked at me with his heart it his eyes.
“We’ll take this slowly, Alice. We have the rest of our lives.” His voice was husky. How had it come about that when he said my name, it sounded to my ears as if he were pronouncing all the syllables of “I love you.” I could hear him thinking it. I could feel it as his eyes searched mine in wonder. This was what we had waited for, what we had been too blind to see.
Grant lowered his lips to my breasts, making my arch my back in pleasure. He took one nipple between his teeth, then sucked it, hard. Heat flooded through me, pooling at my center, where I was already so ready I would not have thought I could be any wetter. He was still just getting started. His hands pushed my shirt up, over my head, and then he moved lower in the bed to pull off my pajama shorts, leaving me naked.
I gripped the sheet in my fists as he stayed where he was, brushing against my most secret places with his rough, stubbled face. His tongue made small passes at me, then entered me, lapping at me with tiny licks until I could no longer keep from moaning. His lips found my clit and toyed with it insistently until I was writhing against him. I felt the surging power of my orgasm building within me, like an ocean of pleasure that I was only just beginning to understand. How had I gone this long in my life with no inkling that anything could feel like this? I was floating on the feelings, at the brink, then pushed over an edge as I groaned and twisted the soft sheets in my fists. Grant slowed his movements, then stopped as it became too much for me to keep feeling such extravagant sensation.
He moved up my body again, as I lay there, limp and spent. I could feel his hardness against me, reminding me that he was nowhere near as satiated as I was. He was firm against me everywhere we touched along our lengths. His hard biceps brushed against me as he held his body over me. His muscular chest and rippling belly were a constant reminder of the differences between us. He would always be harder; I would always be softer. He was everything strong that I had ever needed. He covered me with his gentle bulk, joining the two of us together into a perfect whole.
I gasped as I felt Grant’s thick cock at the slippery, soft entrance between my legs. He pressed himself firmly into me in a single stroke, letting a low moan escape his lips as he entered me. I felt my head fall back against the sheets in surrender as he filled me with his impossibly hard cock. He whispered in my ear, “Alice, I’ve been waiting so long for this. I’ve missed being inside you.”
The sensation of being utterly filled by my lover was almost more than I could handle. He was within me, touching me everywhere inside as he thrust into me over and over again. His strokes were so deep that he reached my womb with every stroke, claiming me, making me his own. And I was. I knew that he was the only man for me, forever.
As Grant interlaced his hands with mine, his thrusts into me became faster and more powerful. The headboard behind us squeaked as our passion rammed it into the wall. I knew in a corner of my mind that we could never stop, never finish with each other. This would be the new way I lived, savoring the touch of my lover, every day, every night. I could tell that he was thinking the same thing as his eyes roved down to watch our bodies join. His gaze caressed my breasts and lingered at the place where his hardness impaled me.
With a groan from the center of his being, Grant exploded inside me. He continued to move within me, filling me completely with his hot cum. He was spreading it everywhere in me, across the entrance to my womb, marking me with his seed. I smiled at the thought of what the future would bring for us.
“Grant,” I whispered, reaching to touch his cheek. He opened his eyes, meeting mine with a new intensity. “I want us to have a baby together.”
He smiled a slow, sexy smile at me. “I know. We will. We’ll build a family here.” His light touch ran along my hip. “It will mean spending lots of time in bed together, just like this.”
I laughed out loud, happier than I’d ever been. “I know.”
Chapter 24: Grant
Christmas Day always crept up on me. It was a holiday that I could remember enjoying immensely as a child, filled with the wonder and the joy of surprises. I had always looked forward to it through the entire month of December, and then when it arrived, I was freshly surprised by how magical it was. When I was a kid, my parents had gone all out every year to make Christmas special. The hotel had all its own decorations, of course, for the benefit of the guests. That alone made it a special wonderland for me. I’d always known that other kids had lights up on their houses, but nothing on the scale that I saw every single year.
When I’d been an only child, my parents doted on me. Now I could understand the wish they’d had for more children, but I never realized as a child that they wanted anything more than what they had with me. They listened to my endless wishes about Christmas treats and presents, and found the perfect balance in making some, but not all, of them come true.
Then, when Toby came along, I found that I had a new way of experiencing Christmas. I was no longer the only child rattling around in our enormous apartment. I had gained a partner for life when my parents made me a brother. We bickered in the same way that all brothers do, but the age difference between us meant that I always understood what a valuable gift he was to me.
This Christmas, with both Toby and Alice at my side, I felt more complete than I ever had before. Toby was still soft-spoken, but his ordeal on the cliff had been a breakthrough. For all those years, the best specialists had assured us that he would talk when he was ready. We just hadn’t known that it would take the magic of Alice to open that door. Now I knew he felt that all the doors in the world were open to him again. He’d accepted his college offer, with my blessing, but we would still have almost a year together before he left. I was more proud of him than I could say, although I kept trying to articulate it to him.
Alice crept up behind me, almost silent, as I sat in front of our Christmas tree. We always placed it in the warmest corner of the living room, so it had long been my habit to sit on the floor in front of it as I thought about the meaning of the season. It had been a decade that I’d sat here missing my parents and thinking about what might have been. Now I had more reasons than ever to think about the future.
“Grant, are you still sitting here?” Alice spoke softly in my ear. “We’re ready to go downstairs whenever you are.”
“I’m ready now,” I answered. “Sorry. It’s a little
different for me this year. Toby and I have always holed up here in the apartment for Christmas dinner. I don’t know why. I thought that if we had a fancy meal delivered up here and sat alone, just the two of us, we could recreate the feeling of a real family Christmas from when I was a kid.”
Alice stroked my hand. “I know. Toby told me that it’s meant a lot to him to have that tradition. You don’t know how much you’ve given him. You’re his rock, Grant.”
I held her hand, feeling my sadness give way to gratitude. “I think that you’re going to be that for all of us, Alice. You’re the one we all count on. You don’t know your own strength.”
Her eyes sparkled brightly at me in the low light of the room, matching and exceeding the twinkle of the Christmas lights. Her personal glow was even brighter than the sparkle of the diamond that she now wore on her left hand. My mother’s diamond. I knew she would have loved Alice.
“Let’s go downstairs now. It seems silly that this is my first Christmas dinner with Cindy, after all the support she’s given me over the years. I can’t wait to see Isabel, now that she’s back, too. You’re going to be real friends with her; I know it.”
Alice nodded. “They are your family, too, Grant. You are opening your arms to the people who love you. That makes all the difference in the world.” She paused and then went on. “And you’re right about me. Look at me. I am stronger than I ever knew. This place has shown me that. This island, and this hotel of yours. This family of yours. I finally know that I’ve found where I was meant to be.”
I held her closely to me, kissing her softly, showing her without words exactly where she was meant to be; in my arms, forever.
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