Page 39 of Saint
“For a beautiful woman,” I flourished, dragging my eyes away from the shore to land on her.
Undoubtedly, Victoria was beautiful, and she was mine for the remainder of our year together. There were things I’d begun to feel for her, though I didn’t permit myself to do so thoroughly. Trepidation kept me from doing so.
I had yet to discern if she was authentic in her words and feelings or if they’d arisen from our agreement. It was the reason why I hadn’t granted myself permission to dive into the emotions I’d developed concerning her. They were far too complex and bottomless for my liking. Her rejection of them would be inscrutable. For the time we shared, I preferred to keep things simple and enjoy myself while it lasted.
Still a student of issuing comfort, I had much to learn. Thus far, I’d mastered that physical closeness could help ease mental or emotional discomfort. Victoria had taught the burgeoning lesson. She was always in perpetual pursuit of a hug. I had yet to understand the perfect words to say, but the evidence of misty eyes inspired my desire to draw her closer to me. Tearing a page from her book, my arms outstretched.
“Come here.”
Slowly, she rose, erasing the space that kept us separate, and sat on my lap. My hands fenced around her frame as I relaxed in the chaise.
“Tell me what you were going to say about the ring when Jasper was here.”
Shaking her head, she refused my request.
“Tell me,” I petitioned, sliding my palm up and down the back of her swimsuit cover.
“It’s the ring I’d choose if I were staying married.”
“Staying…” I trailed off, getting lost in the tide in the distance. The idea of forever with her seemed like such a dream. I was falling deep into something with her. Hard and fast, it was something I hadn’t had the pleasure of experiencing with any soul before her. The forsaken life I lived was my norm. No one ever stayed. As much as I desired it, neither would I expect it.
Hooking my hand around her chin, I brushed her lips with my thumb. “Come closer. Gimme those lips.”
Victoria lowered her head until she was on top of me, using the palms of her hands to keep her body up. My lips covered hers, prompting her moans. I swallowed those, searching the depths of her mouth for the truth I craved.
Would she stay?
I’d fashioned a world of my own here with no desire to depart from it. For so long, I’d lived alone, basking in my slice of paradise. For the first time in forever, I had someone to share it with, and I wanted to share it with her.
Severing our exchange, my eyes trailed the length of her frame. The way her breath raced, the way her eyes glazed, the way she was looking at me… She was trying to hold back – trying to hold on to the narrative that she didn’t want me in such a public setting– but pebbled nipples told of a tale that differed.
“Take those bottoms off,” I demanded.
“Saint, we can’t.”
“Don’t ever let that word fall from those pretty ass lips. We can do whatever we want, Beauty.”
Against her protests, I was already freeing the strings that held her bikini in place. Can’t didn’t exist in my vernacular. If I desired a thing, I made accommodations to obtain it. We were on a secluded part of the beach where many didn’t venture right behind the house. Privacy was assured. If she wanted to ride my dick until the sun winked at the moon, I had ample supply.
“No one can see us, Tori,” I coaxed, grazing the pads of my fingers over her drenched pussy lips. “Now gimme those lips,” again I demanded possession of her top and lower set. It was ridiculous the way we spent nearly every day having sex. Even amidst the minor differences, my dick found a way to bury itself inside her depths.
“Mmmmh. I want you, husband.”
The confession tumbled from both sets of lips, free of hesitation. She rubbed her hands across my chest before drifting lower and brushing across my length.
“Put him in and ride, wifey. If anybody comes, it’ll just look like you’re sitting on top of me. Your swimsuit cover is hiding us.”
Removing my dick from my trunks, I tapped it between her legs, requesting entry. Knock, knock.
“Let me in,” I insisted.
My hands thumbed her nipples –the pair begging to be freed of the fabric covering her breasts. I wanted nothing more than to suck them into my mouth and listen to Tori moan in content. She sighed as my thumb and index finger were used to give each one a pinch.
“Saint…” Her chest deflated as she released a breath and lifted, dropping the fabric that covered her pussy lips. When she sank back down, my tool was buried inside her slippery warmth, and we both sighed in relief.
Victoria didn’t move instantly. Instead, she shifted her head left and right to clock the scenery for anyone who might see us. Apprehension made a dwelling of her being, summoning my words of reassurance.
“I got you. Nobody’s here but us, Beauty.”