“Oh my God,” she says, her head falling back.
“Play with your tits while I eat you.” She does as I say, her hands going to her breasts, and then pulling her nipples. Without realizing it, she starts grinding down on my face. I grab her ass in my hands, pulling her tighter against me. When I know she’s about to come, I lift her, and then impale her on my cock. She yells, and her muscles contract around me. “You’re so fucking hot,” I groan, pulling her down as I lift up to pound into her. “Give me your mouth.” I tell her. She does, leaning forward, and I feel her start to convulse. And just like that, I’m shouting her name, coming inside of her as her pussy milks me. She lays against my chest; we’re both breathing heavy, with me still inside of her. I love this. I love being inside of her, feeling her wrapped around me in every way. I run my hands down her back, pulling her hair to one side. “Are you okay?”
“Umhmm.” I smile when I feel her cheek move against my chest.
“What do you want to do today?”
“Mom and I have an appointment at the spa for this evening; but before that, I kinda just wanted to lay out in the sun and read.”
“We can do that. How ’bout we shower first?”
“You broke me. So if you want me to move, you’re going to have to do all the work.”
“I can do that.” I laugh, sitting up. I pull her legs around my waist and carry her into the bathroom.
“Hell no,” I mumble, walking out of the water towards Liz. She’s been laying out since we came down to the beach, her white bikini making her already golden skin look darker. She is always hot, but Liz in a bikini under the Caribbean sun, her skin shimmering from the suntan oil she used, her long hair braided down one side of her chest…is perfection. That’s not what has my teeth clenching; it’s the surfer dude who has pulled his chair up next to hers, trying to get her attention. Lucky for her, she hasn’t noticed. As usual, when she has her Kindle in her hand, the world could crumble around her and she wouldn’t have a clue. I’m 20 feet away when surfer dude leans over, talking quietly to her. She looks over at him and smiles. My blood starts to boil, making me pick up my pace. I cover the distance between us just as surfer dude says something, making her laugh. All I can think is that smile is mine; that laugh is mine. When I reach her, I stand at the end of her lounger; the guy looks up, and Liz bites her lip.
“Do you need something?” surfer dude asks. I don’t even look at him.
“Let’s go.” I take her hand, helping her up.
“Trevor.” I can hear the warning in her tone. I ignore it, take her bag from her, take her hand, and walk away from the beach and surfer dude. I do not know what’s wrong with me. I have been feeling over-the-top crazy-jealous, crazy-possessive, and just plain fucking crazy. I don’t like feeling like this; in fact, I hate it. If she would let me tattoo my name across her forehead, I would consider doing it. Part of me knows that one of the reasons I’m so on edge is because I need to tell her that I love her. The words have been consuming me, eating me alive. I need her to know how I feel, so that I can take the next step and ask her to be my wife. I know people are going to say that we’re moving too fast, and we don’t know each other, but I don’t care. I love her. I get her. I want her to be my forever. Fuck what everyone else says; as long as she will have me, they can all suck it. “Hey, slow down,” she says, and I do immediately. We walk silently up to the room, and once we’re there, I throw her bag onto the chair, and start pacing back and forth, running my hands over my face and head. “You’re freaking me out,” she says quietly. I look at her, and before I can think, I’m pushing her towards the bed. Once she’s down, I trap her arms above her head. “Trevor, stop. You’re scaring me.” Her voice wobbles, making me crack.
“I love you.”
Finally, the words are out and I feel like I can breathe. “I fucking love you so fucking much that it’s making me fucking crazy.” I lay my forehead against hers. “I need you to say you will marry me. And don’t tell me that it’s too soon; I don’t give a fuck what anyone says. It’s going to happen one way or another, so just agree.”
“What?” she questions and I can hear the shock and disbelief in her voice.
“Tell me you love me,” I growl. “I’m going fucking crazy; tell me you love me.”
“I love you.” I watch as tears start to slide into her hair.
Seeing her tears, I realize that I have been such a dick. I hate seeing her cry. “God, baby. I’m so sorry. I’m an asshole. I just needed you to know that I love you, and I want you to be my wife.” Great, now I’m sounding like a pussy. I stand, picking her up, and I walk out to the balcony, where I sit down on the couch with her in my lap.