I reach down to tug at Grey’s black swimming trunks, releasing his hard length with a sigh of happiness. I wrap my hand around him, squeezing, and he covers my mouth in a deep kiss as he groans.
He brings our bodies close when my hand falls away, slipping his own hand between my thighs and pushing my bikini bottoms aside to run his fingers over my slick core. His hand stills for a second before he groans again, louder this time. Then, running two fingers over my wet entrance, he pushes them in. His fingers sink down to his second knuckle, making me thrust my hips forward for even more friction.
Grey pulls his fingers away, and he picks me up to set me down on the little bed. I’m achingly wet for him, and I can’t wait to feel him inside of me, throbbing as he pumps in and out of me.
He pulls my bikini down my legs and kneels between them, pushing his fingers in once again. I let out a moan, squeezing my eyes shut for a moment as he bends down to gently and fully flick his tongue over the small bundle of nerves that is sure to send me right over the edge.
He looks up, watching the way my breasts bounce as he fingers me. He reaches one hand up and squeezes my breast, brushing a thumb across my nipple gently. My release comes suddenly, blinding and hot with pleasure, that I ride out in waves.
Grey slips his fingers out just when I feel another climax rising.
“Grey,” I whimper, unashamed and wanting him badly. “Please, I need you.”
“I’m right here, baby,” Grey nods in response, crawling up my body and pressing our foreheads together as he holds his length at my entrance for a moment, letting me feel him rubbing against me, driving me crazy with need.
The need is inescapable and unimaginable. I reach down, and we line him up together, pushing the heavy heat of his arousal to where my body craves him the most. Yet, despite his obvious need, he takes it slow, letting me feel every inch as he sinks into me until his body is pressed firmly against mine on the bed. He pulls back, repeating the motion, each deep thrust punctuated with the sound of his skin slapping against mine.
Our moans join the sound, and Grey presses a kiss to my mouth, licking his tongue inside with smooth swirls of movement. He still smells of me, and I like that I can taste myself on his tongue.
He reaches down, and his fingers rub gently and purposely, building my release until I feel like I might burst, pulling exquisite pleasure from my core. I ride it out as Grey thrusts harder and faster, filling me until I can barely take it, again and again.
Finally, he lets out a soft groan, and his head falls to my shoulder as he fills me with his release, still buried deep inside of me. I push my hand into his hair, breathing hard as he lies on my chest. We’re both covered in a thin sheen of sweat, and I’m so spent from our lovemaking I can barely move.
When Grey pulls out of me, leaving me feeling empty without him, he pulls me into his arms to hold me tight. He presses a kiss to my temple, and I close my eyes.
I like the feeling of his skin against mine. I want to crawl inside of him and make a home there. He’s the other half of me, and I can’t get enough. I remember a book I read a while back, and recognition hits me.
“Do you know what a twin flame is?” I ask Grey, brushing his chest with my lips.
“Tell me,” Grey says, keeping his voice low and soft with the quiet movie and the gentle rocking of the waves.
“It’s a soul split in half, kept inside two people at once until they finally find one another,” I tell him contemplatively. “It’s like a soulmate, but more intense.
“Well, you have to be mine then,” he murmurs, and whether he actually believes it or not doesn’t matter. “You’re my other half. I’ve waited for you, Rosie.”
This is the one myth, the one flight of fancy that I choose to believe in.
“And you’re mine,” I answer him, pressing my hand to the warm muscles of his abs to feel him breathe.
We dress, and Grey just holds me in his arms for a moment, standing at the half-open door. He kisses me, brushing his tongue against mine, and I know I want him forever.
I will never be able to let this man go.
“Huh,” Natalie says as soon as we get outside onto the sunlit deck. She’s squinting knowingly. “That was such a long tour. Also, those noises. Weird.”