“Hey, you said no touching,” he whispers.
I quickly climb on top and ease myself on him. “If it takes less than a minute, it doesn’t count.”
At a slow and agonizing pace, I begin to ride him. It doesn’t take long, despite the speed, to feel the familiar build. That is until every sensation heightens, and I explode into a blissful finish.
I remove myself from him, falling beside his body while we both catch our breath.
“I feel used,” he scoffs, laying on his back with his arm behind his head.
“Oh please, you were hard already.”
“I don’t deny that. You caught me in the middle of a great dream.”
“Was it about me?”
“Hmmm…maybe?”
“Maybe?” I turn, suddenly annoyed. “Who else are you dreaming about who made you hard?”
“Not sure…” he teases.
“You know, dream cheating is a real thing and can hurt just as much as the real deal.”
“Will you relax?” he tells me, pulling me into him. “I was dreaming of you on all fours while I ate that sweet pussy of yours.”
I feel my shoulders relax. “Okay, you’re lucky this time. But there’s just one problem.”
“What?”
I place my lips on his tempting mouth, rolling my tongue against his. “It wouldn’t hurt you to fulfill that dream of yours. Now, would it?”
Our stay on the West Coast came and went in the blink of an eye. Before we knew it, it was time to say goodbye. It was always hard to leave home; I’d grown up here and while being in the city is exciting, there is nothing like views of the canyons and basking in the Californian sun.
Dad is due to fly over in a week. He has many meetings scheduled with Will, so I assume I will barely see either of them. The takeover is going to take all their time, but not wanting to pull the selfish card out just yet, I kept quiet on my boyfriend having to travel over the next few months.
“I hate saying goodbye,” I confess to Mom.
“Not for long. Now, remember, any questions if Nikki isn’t around, just call me.”
“I will, promise.”
We say our goodbyes, but before we head to LAX, we detour for lunch at one of my favorite restaurants as per Will’s request. He mentioned something about coming here years ago and enjoying the food.
Two hours later, we finally board the plane. When we’re in the air for less than twenty minutes, the pilot informs Will of needing to make an emergency landing in Vegas because of some light that came on.
“For the love of God,” I panic, fastening my seatbelt, “Please buy a new plane because this is the second time this has happened.”
Will kisses my hand with a reassuring smile. “How about we take the opportunity to spend the afternoon walking around. A nice walk on the strip, have some dinner until they’re sorted?”
I nod, agreeing, then gesture the sign of the cross to pray we land safely.
The pilot informs us he will need a few hours to solve the problem and gain clearance to fly again. Will organizes a car to take us to the strip. It’s been two years since I last visited, and absolutely nothing has changed. Tourists are everywhere, and casinos are lit up with people trying to get you to come inside with all these offers of shows and free drinks.
We hold hands, walking down the strip. I enjoy the simplicity of being able to be with Will out in the open without the worry of being caught.
Upon seeing the wedding chapels, I laugh to myself, remembering a bit from some movie. I’m unable to remember which movie, but it was something with two people completely drunk who stumble into a chapel and end up getting married.
“There’s this movie….” I begin laughing until Will stops walking, and I’m forced to turn around. “What’s wrong?”