"Is everything all right?" I asked.
"Everything's perfect." She threw her arms around me and gave me a kiss. And like always it made me forget my concerns, my worries, and even dinner. I was about to scoop her up and take her down to the bedroom to have dessert first, when one of the crew members approached saying the dinner was served.
The table was set up on the flybridge where we had unobstructed views of the Pacific and back toward San Diego. The table was set just as I asked with all the elements of romance including flowers and candles. Wine was served and Kellie asked for water as well. When she didn't touch her wine, I asked her about it.
"Oh… It's probably just a little seasickness,” she said.
I hadn't thought of that. "Do you want to go back to shore?" I was supposed to be proposing to her, but I didn't want to do it if she was feeling sick.
"No. I want to be right here, right now with you."
She had that look again that made me feel like I was the only man in the world.
I reached out and took her hand in mine. "Could you have imagined a few months ago that you and I would be here?"
She shook her head. "No." Then she laughed. "I worked with you every day but hadn't really seen you like this."
"It’s the same for me. Something changed in Europe."
"Yes."
I think I was hoping that she would elaborate and give me the cues I needed to be sure that I was doing the right thing here. She seemed happy with me but that didn't mean she wanted to marry me.
"How are you feeling about this friends with benefits situation?" It probably wasn't the best question to ask, but I couldn't get my mouth to form the words "will you marry me?"
She looked down for a moment and I worried that I made her uncomfortable. But then she looked up and said, "I'm very happy right now."
Okay, so that was good, right? But she finished her comment with "right now." Did that mean she was still seeing this as a temporary thing? By asking her to marry me would I be moving too quickly? But Carter was right we couldn't continue on like we were which meant I either had to fire her, leave the company, break things off with her, or marry her. The last option was the only one that would allow us to both stay in our jobs and be together. It was the obvious answer. So why couldn't I ask the question?
"Me too," was all I could manage to say.
We ate dinner and afterwards I arranged for music to play and we danced on the flybridge as the sun settled into the ocean west of us. Kellie sighed and settled into my arms and I could see she was quite content. Would she feel like this with me forever?
She tilted her head up and pressed her lips to mine, in a soft lovely kiss. "I'm ready for dessert."
I laughed. "You're insatiable."
"Do you mind?"
"Not at all." I scooped her up and carried her down into the cabin of the yacht and to the main bedroom.
She was wearing that lovely yellow dress again that we bought in Rome. A part of me wanted to see that as a sign as she was also wearing the charm bracelet. I put her down next to the bed and brought my fingertips to her cheeks looking down into her beautiful gray eyes. The proposal sat on the end of my tongue as I looked down into her face. She stared up at me expectantly as if she knew I needed to ask her something, but again I couldn't seem to get the words out. So instead I kissed her deeply, pouring everything I was feeling into the kiss. Maybe I couldn’t say the words but I could express them another way with my lips and my hands. We undressed and I lay her back on the bed my body over hers pressing her into the mattress.
She sighed. "I love to feel the weight of you over me."
"I'm glad." Now was the time, and yet the words still wouldn't leave my lips. So, I pushed it all away and instead focused on her, making her feel good. As I kissed her, my hands roamed her body, caressing, kneading, squeezing. And then my lips followed; kissing, laving, sucking.
"I need you now," she said, her body arching, lifting, seeking for me to join her.
"I'm here," I said my voice hoarse with a mixture of desire and emotion. I positioned myself at her entrance and then stilled as I looked down at her. Her eyes fluttered open looking up at me with an expression that I wanted to believe was love. With our gazes holding I pressed in, taking my time, savoring the emotion and sensation as I slowly filled her, became one with her. Did she feel it too? The power of what was between us?
With our gazes holding I began to move in long slow deep strokes, watching her eyes each time I pressed in. I loved the way she gasped and sighed as I moved inside her. I loved watching as she made her ascent high
er and higher towards pleasure. It made my ego swell knowing that it was me who made her respond like this.
"Yes, Ryan...yes...right there." Her body bowed off the bed, her pussy squeezing me so tight I had to close my eyes and grit my teeth to keep from flying with her. But I opened them quickly wanting to watch as pleasure washed through her. The way her cheeks heated and her skin was coated with a soft dew.
Only when she started to come down from her orgasm did I let go of the reins of the driving need to possess her. I shifted putting my weight on my hands as I rose over her. Her thighs widened and my hips picked up the pace and speed as they fitted perfectly against her body. In and out, each stroke ratcheting my need higher, coiling tighter, until I hit the edge and then soared free of it into total and complete bliss. I continued to thrust and plunge riding out the storm until finally, completely spent, I collapsed on her. Her arms and legs wrapped around me holding me close.