I blinked up at him and then smiled. “Okay,” I said. “So, make me come.”
This time, when Christian plunged into me, it was with none of the careful finesse of before. He moved with wild abandon, rotating his hips as he thrust so that every inch of my pussy was subject to his ministrations. I could feel the drag of his head against the sensitive skin there, but what I was most focused on was the way he twisted his fingers into mine, grasping firmly at my hand.
It suddenly occurred to me that this whole time, no matter that we'd just been fucking, we'd been spelling out our feelings for each other in gestures. In our dates, in our hand-holding, in the way that he brushed back my hair and the way that I cried out his name. There had been nothing subtle about it. No wonder Mina had been able to tell how upset I was when he'd left.
I gasped as he speared me once more with a deep, animalistic power to the movement. Claiming me as his, in a way that the bruising kisses had never really done. “Christian,” I whimpered, squeezing my eyes shut.
“That's it, baby,” he murmured against my skin, as he buried his face in the crook of my neck. “That's it. Come for me.”
And I did, unable to hold out any longer. It felt as though I was being wrung from the inside out, as though my whole world narrowed to these points of contact between the two of us. I could feel the way his breath caressed my skin, could feel the sweat beading between the two of us, slicking our skin as it slid back and forth. I could feel the way his dick pulsed and twitched inside of me, even as the walls of my pussy pressed tightly around him, drawing out his orgasm in heady waves. I could feel the way my whole body seemed to relax back, as though he'd hit a switch and totally reset my system. I could feel the way his heart was hammering in his chest, matching the movements that my own heart was making.
Above all, I could feel our hands, twined there where they rested against the sheets, could feel the strength of his grip, as though he was telling me that he would never let me go again.
I smiled and relaxed, truly relaxed, for the first time in weeks.
But reality came crashing back all too soon, and I couldn't help glancing over at him. “You're not going to stay here in Hawaii though, are you?” I asked sadly. As much as I wanted to believe that he would, I knew that this wasn't some cheesy romance novel or movie. This was real life and in real life-
Christian groaned and pulled me close against him, heedless of how overheated we both were. “Trust me,” he said into my hair. “I want nothing more than to move here with you.” He paused. “We'll have to see how things go. Maybe in a year or two, I'll want to revisit that idea of moving to California or somewhere. But for now, I want nothing more than to move here with you.”
“But what about Sunrise Real Estate?” I asked, even though I knew I should just shut up and accept what he was saying at face value. It wasn't that I didn't trust him. I'd been hurt before, and I wanted to protect myself against having that happen again.
“I'll sell all my stocks,” Christian said, though, shrugging. “Should be able to make a decent amount of money off that. And then I thought that maybe I'd invest in a joint pineapple and massage therapy center.” His voice sounded sly there at the end, and I couldn't help laughing.
“You've been talking to Mina, haven't you?” I asked.
He shrugged again. “I wanted to talk to her before I came over to your place,” I admitted. “I wanted to make sure that I wasn't being a massive dick by coming back here to try to make things up to you. I thought that maybe I was just being selfish. I was afraid that you might already have gotten back together with Lino, and if you had, I wasn't going to stand in the way of that. I know that you'll always have complicated feelings for him, and it wouldn't have been right for me to-”
“I want you to stay,” I repeated, the words coming out in a rush. I turned to face him, urgently needing him to understand this. “Christian, I loved Lino when I was with him, or I thought I did. And if we'd had a child and ended up together, I would have been happy, I think. But I never felt half of what I feel for you when I was with him. My feelings for him were…” I trailed off, blushing, and shook my head. “It doesn't matter. But Christian, I-”
Christian swallowed the rest of my words with a kiss, which I gladly returned. Then, he pulled back, staring at me for a long moment. “So, is it okay if I move to Hawaii?” he asked, sounding almost nervous, as though he thought that I might say no.
I smiled gently at him and twisted my fingers in his once more. “I'd be really happy if you did.”
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Christian
In some ways, I was still getting used to waking up with Gretchen in my arms, even though we'd spent most nights together over the past couple weeks since I'd moved down to Hawaii. But it was a good feeling to wake up with her head pillowed on my chest, her hair fanning out around us. That morning, she had her arm slung low across my hips, nearly touching my morning wood, and I bit my lip, fighting against the urge to touch myself. I had already made her late to work once that week; I knew that I couldn't do it again. No matter how much I might want to.
I nuzzled her gently and watched as she woke up, blinking sleepily up at me. Then, she looked over at the alarm clock and sighed. “That time already?” she asked muzzily.
I blinked at her. “Do you have to work today?”
She frowned and then cocked her head to the side. “No, I don't,” she said slowly, clearly still waking up. She made a face. “Why did you wake me up? I was having a nice dream.”
I smiled a little at her complaining. “I thought you had to work. Seeing that you don’t… maybe we could have a nice breakfast and then maybe go surfing,” I told her.
She rolled her eyes. “Ever since you've retired, you've been insufferably active,” she said, even though I could tell she was amused.
I shrugged. “I like spending time with you when I get the chance,” I told her. “Anyway, we had a lazy movie day the other day when it was raining, didn't we?”
“That was nice,” Gretchen said, smiling at the memory. “Hey, do you mind if Mina comes surfing with us today? I haven't spent nearly enough time with her since you've been back, and I'm feeling kind of bad about that.”
“If you want, the two of you can have a girls’ day,” I said, even though it pained me to even think of it. I wasn't trying to smother her or anything like
that, but I was running out of things to do with myself when she was at work, and her days off were the main breaks in the monotony. I was still working on what Paul had said, coming up with some hobbies that I liked doing. Surfing was one of those, but I still wasn't confident enough to go out on my own, without Gretchen there.
“No, I want you there,” Gretchen said, trailing a hand over my chest. “We can talk about the business and stuff. Plus, I just want you and Mina to get to know one another better. You're the two most important people in my life.”