I use my hands to climb his muscular legs until I’m once again sitting on top of him. Standing makes me feel a little unbalanced and dizzy and it’s not very graceful the way that I take off my board shorts.
My legs give out, and I drop unceremoniously on top of the spire of his excitement. It’s with pinpoint accuracy. I let out a high-pitched squeal from being impaled on that mighty serpent that was spitting white-hot venom only a few seconds ago. It’s quite formidable and slides into me like a warm knife through butter.
I’m well aware of how I got into this situation.
I ride slowly on top of him and watch as those inches slip easily back and forth through those hot lips. My hands come down in a wild exclamation of pleasure. They slap against his chest, leaving the imprint of my hands temporarily tattooed on his skin.
"I feel like we have known each other all of our lives. I’m not sure how that is possible,” he says through clenched teeth, with my body bouncing up and down in a rhythm that is pleasing to his eyes.
“I think I would remember being with someone like you. This certainly makes up for all of the deadbeats knocking on my door. I’m a giver by nature. I like to please but sometimes it makes me a doormat for losers. My last relationship was four years ago. Getting drunk and doing something stupid is my inalienable right,” I moan in defiance while moving in a circle until that fire is no longer contained inside of me.
I let go with a flurry of limbs and that orgasmic moment of truth pulls him along in the wake of my climax. I fall on top of him until I am asleep in his arms.
Ch 4 – Gage
Breathing after what transpired on the beach wasn’t easy; I have never been with a woman so passionate.
She is right here in front of me; less than 2 hours ago, we were right in this very same spot that she is dancing to the music pumping through the speakers in.
There’s no way that I can wipe away that image of her on top of me.
Drinking my beer and watching her carefree and reckless, wearing that colorful summer dress, is making it hard to take my eyes off of her. She moves with such grace and freedom.
Alex sits down with a plate of corn dripping in butter. He doesn’t even ask to join me before handing me a beer that he has behind his back.
“She has always been the life of the party. I remember every single moment where she pushed me out of my comfort zone. The three of us were the three musketeers back in the day. April really knows how to have a good time. Oh, she told me about what happened here earlier today,” he reveals, barely beating around the bush before he got to the point of his visit.
“I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. She was one of your dearest friends growing up. It would stand to reason she would share everything with you. I don’t mind, and it gives me a chance to talk to you about something important to me. We just met at the baptism and I’m wondering if we’re not going a little too fast.” I think out loud, still watching her dancing around the fire in her bare feet with two bottles of beer in her hand.
“I can’t read her mind, but she did want to know my opinion about you. I told her the truth. You’ve never been married, and long-term relationships are hard for us in our line of work. I also referred to Jake being with Chloe and how they seem to make it work. Just be honest with her about your intentions. She will respect you more for it.” He reminds me of my past relationships, where things didn’t go exactly as planned.
My next assignment is following around this rich arms dealer in Belize. It would be nice to take her to a tropical getaway, but also a little presumptuous after only having known her for one day. I like being with her; I’m positive she feels the same way, but we really didn’t talk after getting intimate on the beach. That moment sticks with me. I can’t forget it.
Alex hands me the plate he’s carrying. It’s a nice gesture but I’m really not hungry for food. My appetite is for something more than what is on the menu. Alex and Jake are two people that I will lay down my life for without a second’s hesitation.
Alex is a bumblebee, constantly moving from one flower to another. He can’t sit still.
This is something that we had in common until I realized it was time to slow down. Things about my future are out of focus, but she makes me think about a future with her in it.
I’m always the one to jump at the opportunity for some excitement in the field. Volunteering for those risky adventures makes me feel alive. It also reminds me that I’m fragile and not as invincible as I think I am. Bad things happen to good people all the time. My love life has been on life support, but I’m starting to feel my heartbeat again for the first time in a long time.
Sitting there in the sand, trading stories with my best friend, isn’t what I want to be doing. April is this ray of sunshine in an otherwise cloudy day. Her presence is necessary to keep me sane and grounded on a solid foundation. It will mean making some compromises. I will have something else to think about other than myself.
Retraining my brain to think before acting isn’t going to be easy, but she is worth taking a step back from the abyss for. Seeing things clearly is waking me from the fog of confusion surrounding me. I’ve had fleeting moments of pleasure before, but this feels vastly different.
Those in attendance have no discernible connection to me. It makes me feel out of place and unwanted. She is too busy laughing and having a good time to even notice me. Jake and Alex are the only ones stopping by to chat before they are pulled away.
I use my fork to pluck the kernels of corn from the cob, letting them soak in the butter combined with the salt and pepper. It’s the only way to eat it these days without getting pieces stuck in my teeth. I hate using floss.
Alex is looking at me strangely out of the corner of his eye and decides to come back to my side.
“I want you to talk to her. Don’t get distracted. Be clear about what you want before you go any further. It appears her dance card is open. This is a window of opportunity that you shouldn’t let slip through your fingers,” he advises with the glow of the fire making her look like a bohemian rebel doing what comes naturally with the music playing.
I take a breath and force myself out of that tiny little box. It means being strong and confident. The bad boy inside is forgotten. There is nothing I want more than to keep her safe from harm. Hurting her is the last thing on my mind.
I take her hand and she blinks, with this smile on the corners of her mouth. “I want to talk to you. It can’t wait.” I guide her away from the laughter and music playing in the background.
“This is one hell of a party. I guess I needed this more than I’m willing to admit. I hope this isn’t where we talk about our ‘feelings’ for one another; don’t be a girl. I’m kidding. I was wondering how to broach the topic with you as well. We do need to talk. Where do you think this is going?” she asks. I don’t like where this conversation is going.
“The future is uncertain; however, I can’t deny there is something here between us. I’ve never felt this way about any woman. I feel like I’m drowning and the only person that can save me is you. I’ve never been in love and I don’t even know how it feels, I just know that I do want you. I’m not sure what else you want me to say,” I falter with my words sounding hollow and unconvincing.