Wife for Now

“Are you mad?” he whispers, his breath soft on my cheeks.

“Mad?” I repeat. I gently break free from his arms. He lets them fall to his sides, limp with worry. “Mad?” I repeat, taking a few steps to one side, toward where the ocean waves have begun to encroach on our spot. Without any more warning, I kick at the water, sending a wave of it cascading onto his body. “Of course I’m mad!” I yell, laughing. Then I run at him, while he’s still wiping the salt water from his face. I grab his face in both my hands and pull him, both of us laughing, down into a hard, deep kiss. “I’m furious at you for lying to me,” I whisper, once our lips part again. “That’s no way to treat someone you care about. But…” I hesitate. Lick my lips. “This was also the best weekend I’ve ever had.” I search his eyes. “It’s been like living in a dream…” I swallow around the lump of embarrassment in my throat. “It’s been like one of my fantasies come to life.” I tilt my head, studying him. “Until now.”

He cups my cheek. “The dream doesn’t have to end, Celia,” he whispers. “Not now… not ever.” Then he leans in to kiss me again, slower this time, and I taste salt on his lips, heat on his tongue. We break apart, and he’s smiling, huge and real. “I love you, Celia,” he says, and everything in me lights up, like fireworks going off.

I wrap my arms around his neck and let him lift me off my feet.

14

I don’t even remember how we found the cave. I just remember running across the sand, my hand in Luke’s. Every few feet he’d stop and pick me up and whirl me around, kissing me, before he’d set me back down again to run some more. When we finally stumble across the cave, set deep into the cliff face, we can’t even hear the music down the beach anymore, or the crackle of the bonfire. There’s just the slow, steady crash of the waves, and the whisper of the wind between the rocks over our heads.

He spreads out his coat again, and this time he’s the one who sits down, right before he pulls me onto his lap, holding one of my thighs to each side of his waist so I’m straddling him, my hike splayed over his lap. He wraps strong hands around my waist and draws my hips down against his, until I can feel the hard throb of his cock beneath me.

“I love you, Celia,” he repeats, and it feels more meaningful than ever now, everything we’ve done, all the sex we’ve had.

I arch my hips against him, dragging my crotch against his, savoring the hard press of his cock against my pussy, through the fabric of my panties. “I love you, Luke,” I whisper back, just like I have a million times before in my head, in my fantasies of this moment.

It feels so much better in real life than it ever could have in my imagination.

He uses his thumbs to hook under my panties and tug them down. I reach down to push off his pants at the same time, and it doesn’t take long before we’re naked again, skin to skin, me poised over him on the sand. He guides me toward him, until I feel the press of his cock against my lower lips, and then between them.

“I love you,” he repeats, just as the tip of his cock finds my entrance and presses inside. I let out a little half-moan of pleasure and sink lower against him, lowering myself onto his cock inch by inch.

“I love you,” I whisper back, once he’s fully inside me, every inch of him filling me up, stretching me, making me feel full. My pussy aches from last night still, but it’s a pleasant, bone deep ache. The kind that only makes me want more.

But it’s different this time. He guides me, setting the pace, and we move together slowly, sweetly. It’s not a searing hot, rough wildfire like our sex has been before. It’s a slow build. He holds me tight against his chest, so I feel every inch of our bodies pressed together, his naked skin against mine, his cock buried deep inside me. He drops one hand between us to run his thumb gently across my mound, before dipping it lower to graze my clit, until I gasp.

He smiles, watching me. “So fucking sexy,” he whispers, as he strokes me, gently at first, then a little faster, enough to make my head fall back as I arch my back into him, nearing a peak. “God, I love watching you come, Celia,” he murmurs, even as I let myself go, let the orgasm sweep me away for a second, rushing through my whole body.