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Her eyes flash. “Y-your cock, Dan. Your cock feels amazing.”
With a rumbling noise of approval, I give her everything she needs then, fucking her with long, even strokes that hit her g-spot relentlessly. She arches her back, throwing an arm around my neck to force me to kiss her, but I go along with her happily, using my tongue to mimic the motions of my hips, in and out, in and out.
I know it must be intense for her because the heat and tightness of her channel is driving me insane. She feels so good, every time, that it’s unreal. Hearing the sounds of our bodies coming together combined with her breathy sighs and muffled moans is enough to make me come right then, but I control myself. What I’m doing to Elise is making her spin apart more and more with each thrust.
First she tries to cover her moans by kissing me, and then when that doesn’t work, she bites the meat of her own palm, body tense and shaking, but when I snap my hips forward just the right way, her hands fly to the sheets and fists them in her hands, losing control. One overly loud note leaves her throat before I’m able to cover her mouth with my hand, feeling the vibration of her cry against my palm.
“Shhh,” I tell her, but she just shakes her head, as if to sayI can’t.
I give in, covering her mouth softly while I piston into her the last few times. Elise strokes my chest and arms now that she doesn’t have to control her own volume, and her touch leaves fire and goosebumps in its wake. Her hips are moving in time with me, helplessly chasing her peak that I’m driving her toward.
I can’t hold back any longer, not with the way she’s moving beneath me, but it doesn’t matter, because Elise comes apart right at the same moment I do, her pussy contracting around my cock just as I come deep inside of her. A groan escapes me even though I try to stay silent, but I manage to keep my hand over Elise’s mouth, even as she arches and writhes. The pleasure is so intense that it feels like my soul is leaving my body, melding with hers. The second I feel her start to relax, I take my hand off her lips and kiss her hard, letting her legs fall off my shoulders so I can press myself flush against her body. We’re connected, skin to skin, head to toe, shivering through the last bits of our shared orgasms with my cock still seated within her. The things I whisper into her ear then would have embarrassed me a month ago, but now there is no shame. I mean every sweet, sappy word, and while she still doesn’t tell me that she loves me, the things she says back as we lay in the afterglow, pretty close to love in my opinion. Still, I won’t ever expect it from her, just valuing her being with me now.
As the sweat on our bodies cools and we come back to ourselves, minds clearing of the haze of lust, I start to think that maybe I pushed her too hard, too fast, with the love confession and the soul-shattering sex. Elise is still in my arms, her only movement the beating of her heart and her breath fanning over my cheek. I don’t regret any of what happened tonight, but maybe I need to give her some space to process everything. Plus, I’m not sure how safe it will be for me to climb balconies in the early morning when anyone could see me. I also don’t want to push my luck in trying to sneak out the front door when Andries could be anywhere in the villa.
I press a chaste kiss to her temple. “I’m going to go back to my room and get some sleep,” I tell her quietly, and she stiffens, looking into my eyes.
“What? Why are you leaving?”
“So we can both get some actual rest.”
Elise looks hurt, frowning. “No. Just stay here until the morning. It will be nice.”
“It’s too dangerous. We’ll get caught if we keep pushing our boundaries around here, and you know that as well as I do.”
Instead of protesting again, she rolls out from underneath me and lays her head on my chest, sighing. “Now you can’t leave.”
It’s my turn to frown, but even as I start to push her off, my heart tightens at how beautiful and sweet she looks, slotted against the side of me so perfectly. It feels warm and domestic. And if she really wants me to stay, what kind of monster would I be to leave her all alone?
I push a finger under her chin until she lifts her face, her expression questioning. I give her a gentle kiss on each corner of her mouth and then her forehead. “Fine. I’ll stay.”
Her smile is like the sun, bright and warm. I want to bask in it forever. Elise snuggles back down, head on my chest again, and I stroke her arm with my free hand. It strikes me that lying together like this, cuddling with no expectations of anything else sexual, almost makes us seem like a real couple. I squeeze her closer, closing my eyes. I wish I could spend every one of my nights like this, holding her, feeling her heartbeat, cherishing her.
Loving her.
The idea that I actually confessed my love to her is so bizarre that it almost feels like a dream. I might not have her love back quite yet, but she cares for me, I’m sure of it. Maybe I’m a fool for thinking that a girl like Elise, one of the heirs to the Van den Bosch fortune and business, could ever fall in love with me, but with the way she’s tracing small circles on my chest with her fingers, eyes closed and a small smile pulling at her lips, it’s impossible not to have hope.
I love her. Soon, I think I might be lucky enough to be loved by her too.
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Capri, July 4, 2022
Elise
Well,last night I had sworn to myself that I was going to figure out a way to end this thing with Dan, and now he’s sleeping next to me, his scent all over my body and his confession of love bouncing around in my mind.
Waking up with him is one thing, but turning to the side and seeing Dan laying there in the light of the rising sun, his messy hair and the stubble on his cheeks glowing bronze, makes me feel invincible. This man, this beautiful, fit, incredible man confessed his love to me and swore multiple times that he would choose me over my brother. For the first time in my life, I feel like someone sees my worth forwho I am, not because I’m Sebastian’s daughter or Andries’s sister. Dan loves me, not the potential of who I could be, and that’s so meaningful that it’s almost incomprehensible. Dan really sees me, and for that, I could almost love him.
And there is the problem. Sometimes I think I love Dan just like he loves me; powerfully, romantically, but other times Ithink he just believes he loves me because I’m the one girl he can’t easily have. That leads me to be conflicted on whether I feel the way I do about him out of lust, or if I really am falling for him. When he confessed last night, I wanted to respond in kind, but something stopped me.
I shake my head, trying to clear the thoughts, and just admire him lying next to me. The little bit of color he’s picked up on the trip suits him, making him look tan and healthy. I love the extra warmth of his body after he’s been in the sun and the taste of salt on his skin. Our comforter is at his waist, exposing his toned chest, arms thrown over his head and muscles naturally flexed. Looking at him like this makes me feel oddly possessive. I’ve already come to terms with not wanting any other woman to touch him, but with him sleeping in my bed, that emotion is even more intense. Something deep in my brain is chantingMine, mine, mine.
So. Lust or love? I think I know the answer, but I’m not ready to face it in full yet, so instead, I turn to lust.
I slowly push the comforter down until it uncovers him to his knees. Dan’s manhood is already standing, erect and proud, even though he’s still sleeping. Seeing him hard gives me a warm feeling in my belly. I wish he would wake up, so I could touch him, but then I have an idea…
Starting from his neck, I kiss him, moving downwards. The presses of my lips are feather light, only briefly sweeping my tongue over a single nipple as I go, following with equally soft touches of my fingertips. He’s so warm that I want to just lay my cheek on the planes of his chest, but I’m on a mission, and if I snuggle back up with him again, I’m afraid I’ll fall asleep.
