The Billionaire's Swipe

We finish eating and then fall right back into habits we’ve developed over the past few weeks. Instead of zoning out in front of a movie, Liz reads a thick mystery book while I work on the

business proposal for my dad. It's not something I ever could have focused on in the past, but now that it could mean a future like this every day with Liz beside me, I pour my heart and soul into the work.

When I finally look up from the dozen papers spread out on the dining room table, the sky is an inky black outside. Liz closes her book and looks over at me with a smile.

I know that smile. My god, do I know it. It’s the precursor to the best habit we’ve made together.

Just to make sure I know exactly what’s she’s thinking, Liz pulls her panties off then and there, slipping them out from under this gorgeous sundress she bought back in Cali. She then reaches behind her, unhooks her bra, and pulls it off. With a few steps, she’s hallway across the room, where she promptly pulls the dress over her head and lets the fabric slump onto the ground. At the doorway, she places a hand on the wall and looks back at me, her eyes seductive, her breasts perfect little curves.

“You coming?”

Oh, I’m going to come alright.

Up on the deck, the moonlight paints her silhouette in silver. She’s a goddess reclining on the deck just beside the hot tub. On my way up the stairs, I’ve already stripped of my clothes, so I’m nude as well. But while I’m sure the moonbeams compliment my figure as well, they certainly aren’t focused on me. How could they be when such a heavenly figure is reclined under them?

When our bodies join, Liz doesn't say a word. Our movements are the only language needed between us.

At first I am over her. Hovering on my knees and elbows as I kiss up and down her decadent body. With my tongue, I paint strokes, first around the curvature of her breasts, then down past her waist to her thighs, and finally a west stripe over her clit. Here I linger, savoring in the moans my movements elicit. She writhes against my touch, pressing against my mouth with lust. Her ginger pubic hair tickles at my lips.

I lift her up so that she’s sitting in my lap. My cock presses against her entrance. I plan to wait, but she cannot. With a swift movement, she lifts herself up and slides me inside her.

Our buildup is slow.

The stars sparkle above us. The moon is silent, but we are not. Our breaths tickle at each other’s ears as we rock back and forth. I rake my fingers up and down her back. Relish in the feeling of her breasts grazing against my chest. When we can, we devour each other’s mouths, tongues meeting and parting like a dance only they know. Then we pull apart to catch our breath and drown in the sensations of the orgasms growing inside us.

When the heat becomes too much, I stand, bringing her with me. I slip out of her, but it’s not for long. I carry her to the edge of the boat, up to the railing, where I bend her over and enter her from behind. Her satisfaction is evident from her sigh, plus the way that she turns her head to look at me behind her, beckoning my lips to crush against her own.

Our rhythm grows to a crescendo. The slapping of my flesh against hers echoes the waves lapping against the hull. My fingers dig into her thighs as I cum first. My final thrust holds deep inside her, as though I am afraid I will never be able to enter again. Then every muscle in my body relaxes. I could fall back now on the hard deck and be asleep in seconds.

But Liz has yet to be satisfied.

With firm hands, I turn her around so that we’re facing. My cock slides out of her, and I work down her body until my tongue once more lashes at her pussy. She leans back against the railing as I work her up to a fever pitch once more. When her fingers dig into my scalp, I know not to slow down. I continue worshiping her clit until her breath stops. Even then I don’t stop until she’s pushing me away, still convulsing as she does so.

I collapse backwards, and she falls on top of me. We lie like this for some time, catching our breaths, before we finally make our way into the hot tub. Here, I hold her in my lap. We still haven’t spoken, but finally, the silence of the night cannot wait any longer to be filled, just as I have just filled Liz.

“I still can't get over this,” she says. Her eyes are on the crystalline sky.

“Get over what?”

“This,” she waves her hand around her, water dripping from her fingers. “It still feels like a dream. Every morning when I wake up, I expect that the moment I open my eyes, I’ll be back in my crummy little studio apartment.”

I nod at this, not sure what to say. My fingers graze down and back up her leg. Finally, I say, “You’re not dreaming. But I’m sure that I am. I still can’t believe this happened. All I did was send you a message, and here we are.”

“Here we are,” she repeats after me in a dreamy voice. She then splashes the water with her open palm. “I just thought of what else I want to do once we reach Hawaii. I want to take some yoga lessons. Really take the time to actually get a bit good at it, you know?”

I wrap an arm around her waist. Feel her butt rub against my cock, which grows firmer in response. We’re not finished tonight; this is just the halftime break.

“I wouldn’t mind watching you in a pair of yoga pants, that’s for sure. I’ve always been a fan of the downward dog.”

Liz reaches back and wraps her hand around my cock. “I’m sure you are. How about a little practice right now? If you’re up for it.” As if to answer, my dick quivers in her grip.

Under this night sky, alone in the middle of the sea, Liz and I have found a life with each other. Despite our initial meeting having seemed like a bizarre turn of coincidences, I know it was something else. Because all the money in the world couldn’t buy the kind of fate that brought us together.

And seeing Liz step out of the hot tub, the curves of her body sheening with water, there’s nothing I wouldn’t give to be with her one night longer.