“God, you are so hot when you come, Emma,” he grunted. Quick to pull himself up and out of the pool, he pulled me over to the lounge chair.
Sitting down on the edge, Cory spun me around until we were both facing the same way, his stiff cock parting my lips as he slid me down on top of him in one slick move.
“Oh, oh yes,” I moaned, rotating my hips in wide circles, feeling Cory’s throbbing cock deep inside of me. Clenching my pussy walls tightly around him, I began to bounce my ass up and down, the sound of Cory’s satisfied groans only egging me on.
“Fuck, you’re tight. Goddamn… that’s right, Emma. Bounce that sweet pussy up and down.”
His dirty talking was making me even hornier, but I wanted to watch him as we fucked, so I pulled myself off and turned around to face him, easily sinking back down to the hilt, his whole cock just barely able to fit.
Those striking blue eyes fluttered as he tried to focus and watch his cock disappearing inside me each time I slid down onto it.
For someone who liked patience, he sure wasn’t in the mood to tease. Cory grabbed my hips firmly to hold me in place as he thrust his cock up inside me, fucking me faster, the chair squeaking underneath us.
“Yes,” I mewled, the feeling of him buried inside me nearly overtaking me. “Just like that, baby.”
Squeezing my ass, Cory grunted. My breasts jiggled like crazy until he picked me up and rolled me underneath him, slipping himself back into me like a hand in a glove.
He pounded away at me furiously, his balls slapping my ass with each thrust. In my mind, between the sex-hazed carnal thoughts, I thought about how I wanted this every day—no, every single moment of my life. I never wanted it to end.
Dragging my nails down his back, I held on for dear life as Cory hit home each and every time, until the tension began to unfurl inside of me, throwing me off the edge of oblivion, my eyes rolling in my head as I came harder than before, matching each of his thrusts with my hips.
He let loose an animalistic sound, fucking me with everything he had, releasing his load deep inside me spurt by spurt. I’d never felt more alive and turned on in my entire life as when he looked down at me, his mouth turning up into that same crooked grin.
“That… went even better than I hoped.”
A little while later, we were intertwined on the pool deck, still naked, lazily smiling at each other.
“I have to ask,” he said, twirling a piece of my damp hair around his finger. “Why literature?”
I smiled. “I can live a thousand different lives by reading stories. When… my mom passed away, books saved me. They helped me cope when my dad was unable to. He was going through his own thing and, well, I luckily had the classics he’d handed down to me to fall back on. I can’t remember how many times I read The Catcher in the Rye.”
The breeze rolled over us, and Cory sighed, staring at me. “I can relate.”
“Why horses?” I turned the question on him.
“I like having control… and seeing the fruit of my hands through good training. It’s the same with the vineyard and the wine. I’m all about the art of patience.”
“Oh, believe me, I know,” I murmured, grinning at him. His lips brushed against mine and he pulled away slowly, leaving me feeling drunk off him.
When he hovered his body over me, his mouth ever so slowly trailing down my body, my mind slipped into a delicious place where only we belonged. Where Cory slipped inside of me, slow and tender, with that intensity staring back at me before stars pricked behind my eyelids and I reached a new level of ecstasy.
If I could draw out each moment into a thousand years, I would do it in a heartbeat.
I’d lost count of all the new people I was being formally introduced to between Sandy’s small family and group of close friends. The wedding guest list was small, only fifty people or so, but when most of them were people I’d never seen before, it was a little overwhelming. I’d no sooner tell someone it was nice to meet them, before I was being directed to learn another name and smiling face.
Cory had already tried to prepare me in advance on our way back to the main villa. “And the Patils are from Mumbai—big stockholders in the business. Rashi Patil also happens to be one of my mother’s best friends. Her sons are sort of like cousins to me. Rashi and her husband, Kamal, used to visit us every summer with them. Oh, and then there’s my Uncle Vick. He’ll be the only other one with the cowboy hat on. He used to be a bona fide rodeo star back in the ‘90s.”
“You sure I won’t need like a pack of notecards or something to keep up with everyone?” I joked. “Or maybe a family tree?”
“Nah, you’ll figure it out. Most of them will probably be too drunk to realize, anyway.”
The rehearsal dinner was a four-course meal that would’ve been perfectly fine for the wedding reception itself, with fresh lobster and seafood. And just like Cory had called it, whenever anyone would come up to me and introduce themselves, they usually had a drink in hand.
“Hi, I’m Davina, Sandy’s sister. And I guess your new aunt!” A brunette woman came up to me, her wine daringly close to spilling over the side of the glass. My eyes went wide as she squeezed me in a tight embrace, and I looked over her shoulder to see Cory laughing behind her.
“Um, nice to meet you,” I managed to stutter, before being turned to face a whole slew of people from her side of their family.
It was nice, the smiling faces and the general mood of the dinner party. But even as everyone tried to include me in their talks of families joining and blending together, I pretended I was excluded because well, I didn’t want everyone to see just how obviously smitten I was over the new addition to my family…
After finally getting a moment to myself, I looked for Cory in the throng of people hovering around with their dessert plates, hoping to maybe get a little more action on the sly with him. It didn’t take me very long to find him.
It took me a moment to grasp what was happening, but once I did, my heart stuttered, confused.
He was standing a little too close for my comfort next to a gorgeous blonde with big breasts and long legs. With her makeup done perfectly and obviously coming from money, she filled out her curvy dress in ways I never could. The way the woman giggled so loudly, placing her hand on Cory’s arm, sent a fiery lick of jealousy through me.
When he grasped her elbow firmly, his smile deceivingly polite, I watched how he leaned in and whispered in her ear.
I was being stupid. He was free to act however he wanted, with whomever he wanted. It wasn’t like I had some kind of exclusive access to him, anyway. No need to get all bent out of shape about it…
It was too bad that I didn’t really mean that.
Chapter 14
EMMA
“What about the flowers?” someone shouted across the room.
“Here! They just showed up, ma’am!”
“The arbor is all set up, the pastor is ready to go. What about the bride?”
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sp; I chimed in, “All ready to go!” Smiling at Sandy, I winked. She looked amazing in the short, flowy white dress, her hair down in sun-kissed tresses, making her look twenty years younger. If getting married kept you that healthy-looking, then maybe I’d look into it in the future after all.
With the successful dinner rehearsal behind us, today was the big day. Making sure to take a deep breath and brush off my jealous feelings toward the end of the night last night, I’d gone to bed with the idea that I would do everything I could to help everything go smoothly today. Once I was finished getting ready, courtesy of Shanté, I went to give my dad a big hug, wishing him luck before I offered to help Sandy however she needed me. I could tell she was a little nervous though, so I tried to calm her down with a few sips of wine, careful not to get any on her beautiful dress.
“Thank you, Emma. You are too sweet,” she said, squeezing my hand, her palms sweaty.
“It’s no problem. Now let’s get you out on the beach and married!”
Maybe it was the music piping in through loudspeakers, the traditional wedding march done in a soft ukulele style. Maybe it was the way all heads turned to face Sandy went to stand at the end of the aisle, Cory by her side with her arm encircled with his. I was apprehensive about the whole marriage thing, but beautiful St. Lucia was sinking into my soul, leaving me feeling a little more hopeful and light each passing hour.
I’d quickly made my way to the front row along the far side and took my seat right before the procession began. I snapped a few pictures on my phone as Cory escorted Sandy down the aisle, looking handsome in a white button up and khaki pants rolled up at the bottom. Even with his bare feet, I sort of missed the cowboy boots, though.
All fifty of their closest friends and family watched as she and my dad said ‘I do,’ Cory and I included. We cheered and clapped as they danced down the short aisle, Sandy waving her bouquet around over her head. Nothing beat the pure joy on Dad’s face, and when he glanced at me with that huge smile of his that I’d missed, I was so moved that tears flooded my eyes.