“I want to go somewhere,” I tell Seth.
We both frown. Even I’m unsure where it came from.
“Where do you want to go?”
I shrug. “Paris, maybe, or Italy. Just you, me and Chloe.”
He studies my face. “What about the gym?”
“What about it? C’mon, Seth. We run the place. Put a few people in charge and let’s go. Don’t you feel like you need a break? I don’t even work a full week and I’m exhausted. You are, too.”
I wrap my legs around his waist and he pulls me around the pool. “I guess I could put Darryl in charge. He needs the extra money now that his kids are getting older. But what happens when we get back? I don’t want to go back to how it was before tonight. I don’t want you to feel like we’ve changed.”
He brushes his fingers down my forearm. “I’ll always want you. Always.”
I smile at him. “I know.”
Chapter Nine
Seth
I extend my hand and pull her from the pool, relishing the sight of her breasts jiggling. When she straightens her posture, I reach out and cup them in my hands. Olivia tries to swat me away, but I refuse to let go.
“Stop it. You know I think you’re perfect,” I tell her, flicking my thumb over her hardened nipple.
She scoffs at me. “Only one of us has a beautiful pre-Chloe body and that’s you.”
I roll my eyes. “Have I ever been repulsed? I know you pushed a screaming human out of your vagina and I still put my mouth on it. That says a lot.”
Olivia laughs and I release her as she reaches for her dress and purse. “You’re gross.”
I reach out and pluck her dress from her grasp. “Your body is beautiful. I can barely keep my hands off it.”
She snatches the fabric back and steps into it. As she pulls it up over her hips, I catch the smile on her lips. “You’re too sweet for your own good.”
Goosebumps paint her skin and she shivers when the warm breeze blows. I’ve long since buttoned myself back into my pants, but it took Olivia a little while to gather the courage to leave the pool. Without a word, we stroll from the neighbor’s yard and end up back in our street. Olivia got to leave through the gate, but I had to climb up over the wall in order to shut the gate. Eventually, we end up on our front door step and I couldn’t be happier. Since lunch, I’ve fantasized about laying my head down on my pillow and sleeping for days. Judging by the way Olivia slumps against the door frame, I’d guess she’s thinking the same thing.
Tonight was supposed to be simple. Dinner. Sex. Sleep. Somehow, we managed to miss dinner, drink too much beer, watch strangers go toe to toe, get kicked out of a taxi, decide to go on a holiday, and break into our neighbor’s yard to swim in their pool. Now, here we are, tired and barefoot, but happy. I feel like we’re in a better place than we were this morning—which reminds me. I can’t believe I forgot to give it to her. I planned to give it to her when we made it back to the hotel room after dinner. I had it made especially for her. From my back pocket, I pull out a small, silver fabric sleeve and hand it to Olivia. Her tired eyes flick between my face and my palm.
“What’s that?”
“Open it.”
With unsure fingers, she reaches out and plucks the little bag from my hand. From my other pocket, I reach for my house key, but I keep my eyes on her as she analyzes the bag.
“Olivia…” I laugh. “Open it.”
Her plump lips pull into a beautiful, wide smile and her fingers stumble over themselves as she eagerly tries to open the bag. Eventually, she gets it, and when she peers inside her smiling mouth morphs into the perfect ‘O’ shape.
She gasps. “Seth…”
I knew she’d love it. I stuff my key into the door and turn until it unlocks and opens. I barely make it across the threshold before the entire weight of her body slams into me. I stumble backwards a few steps, wrapping my arms around her waist to gain my balance. She squeezes me with her arms and thighs as her lips plaster my face and neck in warm kisses. I carry her inside as she continues her assault, and I just manage to get the door shut and the hall light on when she stops and holds the necklace out in front of us. Hanging from the thin, gold chain is a small golden glove with our surname engraved into the wrist. Now she can carry a piece of our beginning with her.
“It’s so beautiful,” she says, her voice thick with emotion.
Her warm breath caresses my face and I look at her perfect lips. As I stare at them, my tiredness floats away, replaced by something hot and naughty. I lurch forward, slamming my mouth to hers. Her hands slide into my hair and she squeezes, hard, pulling my mouth harder against hers. I turn and crush her between my body and the wall. Our mouths part for a second and our breath clashes violently. Our eyes meet and a million requests are exchanged.
“You don’t want to go to the bed?” I ask.
She shakes her head. “Take me now. I’m not going to make it to the bed.”
I can’t help the grin that stretches across my lips before I reach under her dress and roughly tug her damp panties to the side. She gasps against my mouth and opens her thighs a little wider. Her quick, shallow breaths hit my skin as she lowers her mouth to my neck and licks my flesh. A groan releases itself from my throat as I tease her lips with my index finger. She’s wet for me, incredibly wet, and I can’t take anymore. Pinning her against the wall, I manage to go hands free and unbuckle my belt. When my pants fall to my ankles, I reach behind her and tug on the zipper. I don’t bother unzipping it all the way. When it’s loose enough to lip over her shoulders, I tug it forward, exposing her breasts. The cool air in the house clings to my skin, spurring me closer. Her lips suck and nip at my neck while her fingers wrap around my extremely hard length. I don’t recall ever being this hard. I shudder and close my eyes as she guides the tip toward her opening—right where she wants to feel me. Pleasure seizes my spine when I feel her wetness on the tip of my cock and I jolt forward, unable to help myself. Olivia cries out as I thrust deep and hard and it sends white hot arousal through my body. She lets her head loll back. Her eyes are closed and her mouth is agape as she pants heavily, clinging to me for dear life. Shifting from her waist, I grab her low on the hips, forcing her to move against me.
“You feel so good,” I rasp, dropping my mouth to her collar bone. I run my hands up her back before I entwine them in the base of her hair and pull hard, making my name a sharp moan on her lips. I drag my lips over her collar bone and up her neck. Every time I move inside her, I get closer and closer to release. She’s tightening around me and it’s making it harder to hold on. I crane my neck and take a nipple in my mouth before releasing it with a ‘pop.’ I switch the speed of my hips, from fast and aggressive to slow and teasing. I clench my jaw as my body hums with intense sexual ecstasy and I pull back, making space between our chests enough to see Olivia’s perfect breasts bounce.
“So wet and fucking tight,” I groan, shutting my eyes for a brief second.
“More,” she sighs, pinching her nipples between her fingers. “Harder.”
With a growl, I pump her faster and harder. Every time I pull back, she slams herself back onto me and I feel her muscles grip me tighter. I watch her reactions every time the tip of my cock reaches maximum point. Her fingers dig into her own flesh in an effort to keep herself from falling over the edge. There are no pauses as I rear back and rock forward again, sheathing myself all the way to the hilt. The firmer she gets, the closer I get. I was hoping to make this last, but she’s making it too difficult for me. I grit my teeth and slip my hand off her hip before gliding the tips of my fingers between her legs and into the creases of her soft, wet pussy.
“Oh, Seth,” she moans, her body trembling.
As I circle her, I flick my hips harder and deeper until her mouth opens and she can’t breathe. One more thrust and a bite of her lower lips has her clenching me tightly, melting down with me deep inside her. The noises she makes as she’s thrown over the edge is enough to pull me
over too and I come, hard.
The only sound I hear for a long time afterwards are our desperate pants for air. I brush my nose along Olivia’s jaw line and breathe her in. Once again, we’re sweaty and damp, but it’s not nearly as uncomfortable as earlier. She sighs and lifts her hand in the air. I pull back enough to see the little glove pendant between our faces. As it spins, Olivia spots the tiny engraving on the back of the glove. She angles her head and smiles before muttering the word I had etched especially for her.
“Always.”
I smile.
And always, it shall be.
The End…
For real this time.
About the Author
Skyla Madi was born in the small town of Port Maquarie, New South Wales in 1993. She spent half her life growing up in Wauchope, a thriving rural town at the heart of the Hastings River Valley before making the leap to the busy city of Brisbane.
Whenever this young Australian writer isn't changing diapers, watching cartoons, cooking for her husband or doing other motherly-wife things she is actively working on her writing and improving her writing skills.
Skyla loves to read just as much as she loves to write and since discovering that YA/NA/paranormal romance/urban fantasy are her favourite genres, she has embarked on her own writing journey and is currently contracted with Limitless Publishing.
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