“You’re like a fucking drug that I can’t get enough of,” I whispered in her ear, still rocking in and out of her as tiny moans and whimpers left her beautiful mouth. “I’m on a high when I’m inside of you that I don’t want to come down from.”

She turned her head slightly, kissing my clenched jawline. The luxurious feel of her pussy had me spoiled—spoiled rotten. I could have laid in there forever with no intention of ever coming out.

“Just a little harder, please,” she moaned. Her wish was my command. I upped the intensity just a bit, still wanting to enjoy the full effect of her sweet spot.

I began nibbling on her ear, lightly tracing the edge with the tip of my tongue. Her hands left my neck and moved to my back, and her nails, although short, dug in as her legs wrapped tightly just below my ass. She lifted her hips to meet my thrusts, our bodies feeling like one as we moved in a synchronized manner. She was beginning to tear away at my soul, making me feel as if I was losing myself inside of her. Low grunts billowed out of me as the feelings became so intense that my legs started to tingle. Her grip on my back grew tighter with each passing second.

“I want on top of you,” she softly whispered.

I rolled us over as I took the bottom and she assumed control from the top. Dusts of sand fell from her body, landing on me as she positioned herself just right. I looked up at her, the fire burning directly behind her and illuminating her frame like the angel that she was to me. She began rolling her hips while thrusting her hands up into her hair and pulling out her ponytail, allowing her long, damp and now wavy hair to drape her shoulders. I reached up with one hand and grabbed one of her tits, my other hand reaching behind and squeezing her ass cheek. My hips continued to move with hers, the building orgasm sure to be explosive and dominating as she continued to pleasure me.

Both of her hands were in her hair, holding on tightly at the root as her eyes closed and she bit down on her bottom lip. I moved both of my hands to her hips, guiding her movements as my release was threatening to come undone.

I’m close, baby,” I breathed, still reveling in the feel of her rocking to and fro on top of me.

“Wait for me,” she moaned, her hands dropping from her head and onto my chest.

“Of course. Ladies first.”

She perched her hands on each pectoral, rolling her hips so that her pussy skimmed my cock, taunting me to lose myself before I absolutely wanted to. I held tight to her hips, moving her pleasing body up and down as I plowed deep into her. Her moans ceased to exist, screams filling the open space.

“Ahhhh…. Ahhhhh…. Omigod, Alex. I’m coming. I’m fucking coming.”

“Come, baby,” I rasped, feeling my release coming right along with hers.

A few more thrusts matching the roll of her hips and we came, loud, hard, and hot, the crash of the waves not far from us exaggerating the powerful and explosive release that we both shared. She fell on top of me, her hair shielding our faces as she breathed hard into my ear. My hands now rested on her ass.

“I just made love to someone for the first time in my life,” I told her, moving her hair so that I could get a good look at her after she’d just changed me for the better.

“What?” Shock swept through her face as she sat up and straddled me with my cock still inside of her.

“You just made a real man out of me. I’ve never done that before.”

An apprehensive grin stretched across her mouth. I could tell she was both elated and confused.

“You’ve done something to me, Blondie. Something foreign and weird, but oh so good.”

“Come here.” She motioned with her finger, and I worked hard to sit up with her still on top of me. My abs flexed hard, bulging abs protruding from my midsection as I was finally able to sit up, using her waist as a stronghold. She kissed me—not hard, not soft, but just right. I worked my fingers through her hair, removing it from her face as she pulled away and looked into my eyes.                   “You don’t even realize how much that means to me.”

I drew her in closer, the side of my face resting up against her chest, holding my dog tags to her heart. I breathed to the drum of her heartbeats, basking in the warmth of the burning fire under the cover of darkness with nothing but tiny specs of light from the millions of brightly lit stars.

 It was absolutely true. Even as a married man, I couldn’t recall ever having made love to Evelyn. Our connection just hadn’t reached that deep, and now here I was, ready to turn over the moon for the girl sitting on my lap, occupying my heart. The combination of all of the stars in the sky plus the burning fire directly behind me was no match for the depth and intensity of the love that I had inside of me. Cassie, my little butterfly, had no idea that by setting herself free, she had also done the same for me. 

Chapter 24

Cassie

Saturday night was life changing.

So much had been shared. From our pasts, to our bodies, and most meaningful, our hearts and minds. Alex and I had reached a level that I never thought imaginable. He was an amazing fuck, but an even better lover. He took me on a voyage of personal and sexual discovery, with his heart used as the anchor. He opened himself up and laid it all out, and even though neither of us wanted to say it, I felt the love engulfing us like the flames used to light up our night. Alex Cruz transformed me, in more ways than one.

We drove to our hotel shortly after our life altering love making session, going at one another one more time before finally crashing out of sheer exhaustion.

Sunday was non-stop, starting with breakfast in bed, moving on to a sailing trip, and then back to our hotel where Alex had a chef come in and prepare our meal on our outdoor balcony. He strummed a few more songs for me on his guitar before we filled ourselves with one another again and finally went to bed. I took plenty of pictures with my cell phone of the two of us and our many excursions. I needed something as a constant reminder of the open joy that we were actually allowed to have.

I woke up Monday with a pinch of sadness, knowing that our wondrous escape from our dreaded reality was coming to a close. We’d have to head back to base today, leaving behind the beauty of an unrestricted relationship free of bitchy roommates, suffocating rules, and nail biting secrecy. The weekend flew by so quickly, and everything had whizzed by so fast, that I couldn’t completely wrap my mind around it all. The rough and tough bulldog that I saw on a daily basis in cammies, with a permanent scowl attached to his face, was gone. Alex had packed him away and brought out a sweeter, softer guy that I had to get to know all over again. And even though I was in lust with the bulldog, I fell in love with the other one.

We finished breakfast and checked out. Alex walked me out to the truck with his hand glued to my ass, not a care in the world that people were looking at us as we walked by. He opened my door and kissed me before I climbed in, then tipped the valet and went around to his side and took his seat.

He looked over to me before starting up the truck, my dismay at our weekend coming to a close darkening my face.

“What’s the matter?” he asked, rubbing the top of my hand.

I tried to smile, but the sadness of what we were heading back to filled me, making it hard to hide. “I just hate that we have to go back. I wish we could live like this weekend. I hate hiding.”

He sighed. “I feel the same way, but it’s only a couple more weeks.”

Another bout of sadness hit me.

“Yeah. And then at the end of that, I’ll probably be leaving.”

 He sat quiet for a minute before raising my hand to his mouth and gently kissing it.