Page 100 of Forever & Always

Dylan sat his beer bottle in the sand and moved to slide alongside me. His arm lifted and I sat up just enough so he could gather me to his side. My leg hooked over one of his thighs.

“Wow. That’s faster than I thought it would be. Any word on how she’s doing? I would have asked before now, but I didn’t want to make you sad. I’ve been trying to keep you busy.” He bent to place a kiss on my mouth. He smelled like musk and sandalwood. His eyebrow lifted cockily, and he smirked. ‘How’d I do?”

He wrapped my right hand in both of his and gazed into my eyes. “Brilliantly. Spending this time with you has been more than amazing. I’ve resisted calling to check on her because there was nothing I could do from here, and I didn’t want to ruin this.”

“You couldn’t have ruined anything; we’re together now and shit happens sometimes that change plans. I would have understood because I know how much you love that little girl.” There was sincerity in his voice.

My heart was so full of love it felt about to burst. “You’re so perfect,” I said, emotions starting to swell. “Don’t make me cry because once I start, I won’t stop.”

“It’s gonna be okay, babe.” He bent to kiss the curve of my bare shoulder. “I promise.”

Then night felt like velvet and being there with Dylan was all I could have wanted… except one thing. “I love being out here in your arms, but I’d rather be naked together for as long as we have left.”

I didn’t have to say more, and Dylan stood and held out his hand and I reached up and took it. He helped me up and then wrapped his arm around my waist and we started back inside the hotel.

“I’ll tell you a secret; we have forever. It’s just this trip that is almost over. We’re going to be naked together so long mybonewill be perpetually floppy, and your boobs will sag down to your knees. If we’re lucky.”

I erupted in laughter, and he let out a belly laugh. “Well, we better get started, then.”

“You read my mind.”

Dylan

Remi’s naked body was entwined with mine, her head resting on my chest and her arm lay loosely around my waist.

During our shopping trip we purchased a few handmade candles from local street merchants, and they were scattered around the room and bathroom. The flickering flames casting the room into a romantic low golden glow. Her face in repose was so serene and beautiful that she took my breath away. Her fine features, lush mouth, dark arc of lashes on her downy soft cheeks, and the waves of long dark hair played out on the pillows above and behind her head. It had been a few minutes since we finished making love, and yet, I wanted her again.

The air conditioning kept the room cool and the humidity low, we were buried under the sheet and plush comforter, but I could still see the top of one shoulder and the top swells of her breasts. I thought they were the perfect size, but I thought everything about her was perfect.

“Remi,” I whispered. “Are you asleep?” I slid my hand down her arm to rest on her bare hip under the sheet.

“I don’t want to fall asleep, but I’m so sleepy,” she murmured softly.

I shifted just slightly so we were facing each other on the pillows. My left arm was under my head allowing me to stroke her hair back from her face with my hand. My other roamed the bare skin of her arm and then my fingers traced her collar bone, the curve of her breasts and finally, her pert nipples. “You can if you want to,” I answered in the same volume.

She inhaled and closed her eyes, the fingers of one hand wrapping around my wrist and the other hand moving from my chest, lower over my abdominal muscles to find my arousal and begin to play with it; gently squeezing at the same time beginning a push and pull up and down. I was so hot; I could already feel the pre-cum pool on the head. She rubbed her thumb over it and used it as lubrication. It was my turn to gasp in pleasure.

I bent my head toward hers until our foreheads touched. I continued to knead and play with her breasts. Remi’s movements were languid, no doubt because she was tired, but never-the-less, I was getting close. I slid my hand down over the smooth skin of her thigh, hiking her leg to bring her groin closer to mine.

“Stop, Dylan. I can’t continue if we’re too close. My arm can’t bend like that,” she whispered, pulling away.

The sensations she was causing were intense, but the most important thing to me was to get as close to her as possible. We only had a few hours left together. I wanted my body merged with hers as deep as I could get it, I wanted to milk pleasure from her and I wanted my mouth on hers, I wanted to hear her crying out my name in the throes of passion. Every day for the rest of my life.

“Remi…” I barely recognized my own voice it was so guttural. Her hands moved to my shoulders, and she pushed on them. My eyes flew open. “What are you doing?”

“I’m going down on you,” she said.

As much as I loved feeling her hot mouth around me, I didn’t want to be that selfish. Not when it was the last time, we’d be together for who knew how long, not to mention she was so tired.

“No. You don’t have to do that.”

“I want to.”

I rolled her over, using the hands she’d placed on my shoulders as leverage. I rolled over and put her beneath me, spreading her legs wide with my thighs. I began a series of slow thrusts hoping to find purchase and slide inside. I knew that the movements would cause the head of my dick spread her wetness and, and at the same time, stimulate her clitoris.

“Ooohhh, Dylan,” she moaned breathlessly. “Yes. Oh, God.”

Her fingers curled into the muscles of my back, and she brought her knees up to make it more likely I’d fill her spontaneously. I moved my hips up and down, then in small circles. Her hips began to move opposite mine, and I slid deep inside, filling her tight body to the hilt.

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