He grins and tears a condom packet with his teeth. I cry out as he takes his hand away, but he wastes no time sheathing his cock and coating it with lube. He puts his hands on my knees and pushes them up to my chest as he lines up with my hole and sinks into me.
He doesn’t go slow, which I’m thankful for. Instead, he sets a fast pace, which I love. “That’s it, fuck me hard,” I shout, and he increases the thrust. He gives a little grunt every time he bottoms out; it’s a sound I love to hear. I reach for my own aching dick and palm it, squeezing the base so I can lastlonger. Chase’s grunts become more feral sounding, which is enough to push me over the edge and my orgasm hits hard. I ride the waves of it while Chase keeps going, finding his own release, which comes soon after. He lets go of my legs and supports himself on his hands, though he doesn’t withdraw straight away. Instead he looks down at me. He’s sweaty and panting but he looks exuberant and gorgeous. He leans down and gently kisses my temple, my nose, and then my lips.
“Have I told you how perfect you are today?” he whispers. How am I supposed to answer a man who’s so sweet and tender after literally fucking me into the mattress. He’s the perfect one. I just reach up and put my arms round his neck, then pull him down onto me for another kiss.
“What are you reading?”Chase asks as he takes the sun lounger next to me. I flip the cover up to show him.
“Death on the Nile, a classic.”
“You can’t beat a Christie,” I reply matter-of-factly.
“Can’t argue with that.” I’m glad he agrees as I didn’t want to argue with him about it. I’d win of course. I’d found the book, along with a few other Agatha Christies and a selection of books in the salon. It had taken me four days for my brain to finally switch off. While I understood Chase’s reasoning for bringing me out here, it took a while before I found I was truly able to accept it. The farther away we got from work, in both time and distance, the more I was able to breathe. He’s right of course, and I’m glad he’s not smug or condescending about it when I tell him so.
On the fifth day I found the books in the salon. I haven’t read a book just for pleasure at all in the last month, which showsjust how wrapped up in work I’ve been. I’ve read two in the last three days.
“We’ll dock in just under two hours,” Chase says, and I put down my book and face him.
“Don’t laugh,” I say to pre-empt him and he just raises an eyebrow. “But I’m kind of sad we’re going back.” I see him biting his lip, trying to keep at least a smile from showing, so I press on. “Don’t get me wrong, I’m looking forward to getting back to work, and of course I’m worried that something major has happened while I’ve been away. But this has been good, great in fact. Even amazing.” That does get a smile from him, but I’ll allow it.
It has been wonderful, spending the days lounging on deck and having lazy sex in pretty much every cabin on the yacht, including on deck under the stars, and eating freshly caught fish prepared by his able but very discreet cabin crew.
“We can do this anytime you want, sweetheart. You know, we both have pretty flexible jobs. We could have a much longer trip. Work from here. The yacht has Wi-Yi, you know.”
“You’re saying I could have brought my laptop and worked after all?” I say with a mock screech. I follow it up with a grin, and Chase laughs and lowers himself onto my lounger, which we’ve already found out will hold two.
“How would you like to spend the last two hours?” he whispers and I pull him into a kiss.
CHAPTER THIRTY
Chase
I’m taken abackwhen Noah ends the kiss kind of abruptly.
“Would you be terribly disappointed if I say I want to stay here with you holding me while we watch the last sunset of my week as a prisoner?”
The teasing smile has me returning it instantly.
“I don’t think I could ever be disappointed in you, sweetheart,” I tell him. “Or in anything you do.”
I kiss him as if to prove that point, and this time we both pull back after a moment. Then I shift him so he’s sitting between my legs and let him rest his back against my chest.
I make sure the lounger’s back is up, so we can watch as the sun sinks over the Mediterranean, and then I just... hold him.
We don’t talk, after this week it feels unnecessary, and something tells me our screaming match probably had to happen at some point for us to reach this easy companionship in ourrelationship. I’m choosing to believe it’s a good thing that it happened so early in said relationship.
It no longer feels like only a dream, that we’re building something solid, something that will last.
It feels pretty much inevitable.
I break the silence, unable to hold the words back.
“I love you, Noah,” I whisper into his neck.
He reaches behind my head and scratches at my hair in a way that makes me want to purr with contentment.
“Love you too, darling,” he murmurs, and I can hear the soft smile in his voice.
That’s what it’s all about, I think.