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I reach my hands out, resting them against his chest as he drives into me over and over. His movements are methodical—nothing like the fast-paced jackhammer movements I’ve experienced in the past. I feel a sensation growing as I grow warmer and a sheen of sweat breaks across my body.
“Oh fuck, your pussy grips me so good, baby. I’m not gonna last.”
The way this man is calling me baby while staring down at me has my stomach doing somersaults.
“I-I” My brain feels like it can’t compute. I lift my hands and grab for anything, landing on the headboard. I plant my palms against it, pushing myself down onto his cock every time he thrusts into me. “I think I’m coming!” My words are garbled. My vision blurs as my back arches, my body completely overtaken by my orgasm.
He’s right behind me, his head falling forward as he grips my throat, pulling me down one last time as he half shouts my name, half says something inaudible. His chest is heaving, marked by my fingernails where I must have dug into him earlier without realizing it. His eyes squeeze shut for a second. He leans down, kissing my lips softly. “I knew you’d be an amazing fuck.” He smirks.
“Such a gentleman,” I tease. He rolls us over, keeping himself inside me, then sits up so that I’m straddling him, his hands resting on my waist.
“I was being a gentleman.” He drags his tongue over my breasts, kissing my neck as his hand tangles in my hair. “What I wanted to say was you suck cock like a filthy little slut and you fuck like you were born to, like your tight little cunt was made for me to use and nobody would have any idea that underneath your prim little cardigans and modest skirts, you have a body that could bring any man to his knees, a body that was made to be defiled and owned.”
I feel him twitch inside me as my nails dig into his sides. I’ve never had anyone say filthy things to me before but I like it. I’m not sure if I’m supposed to, if I should be offended that he didn’t ask if it was okay, but I can’t deny my body’s response to his brashness. I rise up a few inches on my knees, then slowly slide back down.
“This,” I say, “the way you talk is what I like.”
“Are you trying to get fucked again?” His hand tightens against my scalp, his hips rising up to go deeper inside me. “Look at me, Daphne.”
I open my eyes and look at him. His hands fall back to my waist as we settle into a rhythm. This time neither of us talks. He stares at me, his eyes not looking past me or through me but right at me like he’s truly seeing me. After I come, he flips me to my hands and knees, taking me from behind, but just when I think he’s about to finish, he flips me back to face him. “Look at me, Daphne. Look at me.” His fingers intertwine with mine, and he pins my hands above my head as my legs wrap around his waist. He pistons his hips two more times before stilling, his lips on mine as he comes.
This isn’t at all what I thought it would be. I thought for sure that a hookup with Weston Vaughn would be hot and exciting and while this is, it’s also deeper and passionate. The way he looks at me, holds me, kisses me slowly while he explores my body. This is worship.
“Let’s take a shower so I can clean you up.” He holds out his hand and helps me out of bed and into the large shower off his bedroom. Even the shower is slow and gentle as he takes his time washing my hair and every inch of my body. He peppers me with kisses and rubs my neck beneath the water as he tells me how beautiful I am.
After wrapping me in a fuzzy robe, he picks up his phone, staring at it momentarily before tossing it onto the bed. “Looks like it’s just us tonight.” His towel is slung low on his hips, his abs disappearing into that yummy V shape. “My mother said they’re staying at the resort with Daisy tonight.”
“Huh?” I snap my attention back up to his face.
“See something you like, Miss Flowers?” He smirks, reaching out to run his finger beneath my chin. I must be blushing because he steps closer to me. “Hey, don’t be embarrassed. Trust me, I enjoy looking at you too.”
How am I still turned on?
“It’s just going to be difficult now.” I toy with the belt on the front of the robe. “Knowing what’s beneath your suits.”
“Now you know how I feel. The next time I pick up Daisy from school, I want you to know that I’ll be thinking about how it felt to have you riding my cock with your tits in my face.” He closes the distance between us. “The way my name fell from your lips as your pussy squeezed me.” He unties the belt of my robe as he kisses me, his tongue lapping at mine. I moan into his lips, my hands tugging at his towel. “Do you need to come again?”
“Yes, please.” I pant as he picks me up and walks me backward till we’re up against the wall. His cock is demanding entrance, sliding inside me as his lips find mine again.
By the time we finish round four or five, the chef is calling to let us know that dinner is ready. I scurry off to my room to dry my hair and apply some fresh makeup. I decide on my favorite sundress, a white spaghetti strap dress with sunflowers. I opt to leave the top button undone, showing the tiniest amount of cleavage. I tie my hair back with a ribbon bow and slip on my favorite sandals before heading upstairs.
“How do you make innocent girl next door and tempting sex vixen at the same time look so effortless.” He smiles and it reaches the corners of his eyes, making me smile in return. The sun has started to set, casting a pinkish-orange glow across the water. I stand at the window, staring out over the horizon when the sound of music fills the room. I turn my head as I feel him approach me from behind.
He twirls me around, bringing me to his chest. “Dance with me.” His hand dwarfs mine, his other resting against my back as he presses me against his warm chest. I close my eyes, my cheek resting against him as we sway to the music.
How is this happening right now?
A weird sense of dread fills me. It’s like something completely switched between us. Like we went from not being able to stand one another to now, he’s holding me, making me feel safe and desired, making me question what I thought I wanted. I shake the thoughts from my head, not wanting them to ruin this night. Even if this is all we ever get, I’ll be okay with that. I can’t let my romantic side take over and pretend that we have a future together. We barely know each other. It’s vacation, the sunsets and Bahamian air. It’s not reality.
After dinner, we sit on the deck, sipping a cocktail, my feet in his lap. “You didn’t tell me you were engaged before.” He takes a sip of his old fashioned as he looks across the water.
“You never asked.” He doesn’t respond and he doesn’t look at me. “I guess it just never came up. Seemed like a strange thing to tell someone who didn’t seem to be too fond of me.” His thumb gently rubs against my ankle.
“Did you really think I didn’t like you?”
“Seriously?” He looks over at me. “Yes, absolutely. I mean apart from our first meeting in France, once we were back home, our first actual meeting at the school was tense.”
“Couldn’t you tell when we volunteered together?”
