Page 23 of Curves and Courage

I see stars when my eyes open, but when my vision comes back to focus, Samuel is on top of me, his enormous chest and ripped stomach hovering over me. I look into his eyes, they’re burning with a dark desire that makes me reach out for him.

“Samuel,” I whimper, needing his touch again.

He falls around me, his strong arms caging me in, protecting me, loving me. The weight of him, the solid warmth of his body, presses me into the mattress. His gaze locks onto mine, and I feel everything in this moment.

Every touch. Every word we’ve spoken. Every tear we’ve shed on this ship.

It’s all come to this.

Me and him. Together.

No matter what.

Without breaking eye contact, he lines himself up at my entrance. I moan against his hard body, his thick, large length pressing against my slick folds. I feel him hesitate for a moment, and when I catch his gaze again, it’s not hesitation stopping him… No. He’s savoring the moment.

“I love you, Samuel,” I say, reaching for his face.

He smiles back at me, the scar above his eye lifting in a way I never thought I would see when I bumped into him two weeks ago.

“I love you too, Stella,” he says.

With one smooth thrust, he pushes forward, filling me completely. I gasp, my body arching up to meet his, the sensation of his large cock stretching me making me cry out with pleasure. A fresh wave of pleasure surges from my pussy and he sets a slow, deliberate rhythm, each thrust pushing into me with all the love and affection he’s held back for so long.

There’s no rush, no urgency. We stare into each other’s eyes, his hands sliding down to cup my face as he plunges deeper into my core, his thumbs gently brushing across my cheeks as he kisses me, soft and deep, our lips melding together as we lose ourselves and make love.

With each thrust, I feel him grow inside me. His hardness brings me closer to the edge, the steady, loving pace driving me wild with the need for that final release. I cling to him, my nails digging into his hard back, urging him deeper, faster,harder.

“Stella,” he grunts, pushing inside me with a growing pace. “Oh, you feel so good. You’re everything to me. I’m never letting you go.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” I say, clinging to him.

His movements grow more powerful, more intense and when we finally reach the peak together, my body tightens around him, pulling him in as he groans my name. Samuel’s hips stall in one, two, three stalled movements and the feeling of his hot cum filling me brings me down over that cliff one last time.

Our breaths mingle as we ride out the waves of pleasure, the Infinity Voyager’s horn blaring, signaling the approach to shore. Samuel crashes down beside me, breathless and naked. I curl in next to him, my eyes drawn to the window that looks out over solid ground.

“You ready to start a new life together?” I ask, snuggling against his warm body.

He wraps a big arm around me, squeezing me tight. “I’ve never been more ready for anything in my life.”

Epilogue

Samuel

SIX MONTHS LATER

Sipping my cup of coffee, I step out onto the porch that overlooks the town below. It’s the perfect morning – crisp, fresh air, the scent of pine trees mixing with my freshly brewed coffee. It’s the kind of morning I never used to appreciate until Stella came into my life six months ago.

I turn back inside and let the door close slowly behind me. The house, which once felt like a solitary retreat, away from the world and their judgmental eyes, now feels like a home.

I move through the hallway, my slippers making soft thuds against the polished wooden floors. I’ve adorned the walls with dozens of photos from the cruise. All of my favorite moments that I captured on board, from Stella smiling at the camera as she grips the rail, looking over the endless ocean, to a photo of both of us in the Steakhouse restaurant. I laugh at that picture all the time. I look so grumpy – it was the night Stella invadedmy private dinner for one. She’s beaming, and I look like I would rather be anywhere else.

Now, I miss her company, and she’s only been at work for half an hour.

I pass by the living room, trying to decide what to do today to keep myself busy. I’ve retired from the military, choosing to focus on healing instead. The scars are still there – both inside and out. But they don’t feel as heavy as they once did.

Stella’s presence, her love and support has made all the difference. She’s moved to Falls Creek, embracing the slower pace of life, and it suits her. She’s managed to keep her job in marketing, but now she does it from the comfort of our home. I’ve set up what used to be an empty old bedroom into a home office, and it’s helped her cut back her hours, choosing to take time out to enjoy life instead of working all the time.

This place has become our sanctuary, and I can’t help but make my way down the hall towards her office.

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