“Ryan,” she shrieks. “What are you doing?”
I assume she’s asking a rhetorical question, but when I move the fabric of her bathing suit to the side and stick my nose between her pussy lips, she grabs the ends of my hair and pulls my face up.
“Ryan.” Her eyes are wide in shock, her cheeks tinged pink in embarrassment, I think. “Wh-what are you doing? Get up here and fuck me.”
“Every inch,” I repeat, separating her lips and licking up her seam. I stop at her swollen clit and nibble on it.
“Oh my God.” I glance up and her eyes roll backward. “Do that again,” she breathes.
Untying the strings, I rip her bottoms from her body and drop them on the floor. Then, with my hands holding her legs apart, I devour the hell out of her pussy. Micaela’s breathy moans spur me on as I work her up into a frenzy. When she’s moaning loudly, begging to come, I insert two fingers into her, and she shatters around me.
“Ry…” she breathes. “It… I…” I chuckle softly at her incoherence, loving that I have her so worked up. “Ohmigod… right… there!” she screams, right before she comes all over my tongue and fingers, soaking the hell out of the leather bench. Her legs shake, trying to close of their own accord. If I wasn’t holding her down, she would most definitely bow right off the seat. But with my one hand, I keep her on lock, pressing down on her pelvis and licking her straight through her orgasm.
Once her legs stop trembling and her breathing slows, I stand and push my shorts down. As I stroke my already hard as fuck dick, I make eye contact with Micaela. Her eyes are hooded over and the corners of her lips are pulled up slightly in a lazy, satiated smile. If it wouldn’t be creepy as fuck, I would grab my phone and snap a picture of her just like this because there’s no way my memory will ever do this moment justice.
Grabbing her legs, I pull her toward me, wrapping her legs around my waist. I drop my palms to either side of her head, and with my mouth fused against hers, I enter her in one swift motion—her hot, wet cunt damn near making me come on the spot.
Fully aware I’m only going to last so long, I break our kiss, and with my nose, move her bathing suit top up so I have access to her tits. Taking one rose-budded nipple between my lips, I suck on it, making her squirm in pleasure. Then I release it and give the other one equal attention. I suck and lick her breasts while I continue to fuck her. My pelvis rubs against hers, and she moans into my ear how good it feels.
“Ryan.” She takes my face in her hands and locks eyes with me. “I… I feel like I’m going to come again.”
“Go ahead, baby. Come again.”
“It’s right…” She grinds against me once more and her body detonates—like the most beautiful, bright fireworks, she goes off. Her eyes close, her head goes back, and her mouth makes a perfect O as she climaxes. It’s the most gorgeous thing I’ve ever seen in my life. Our bodies are so close we’ve become one—two broken halves coming together to make one whole.
The sight of her is my undoing. Remembering I’m not using a condom, I pull out and come all over her flat stomach, some of it shooting onto her tits.
Her eyes open, and the side of her mouth tugs into a satisfied smirk. “That was…”
This time I finish for her. “Fucking amazing.”
After we get cleaned up the best we can, we spend the rest of the day boating and exploring the islands. We kiss and touch and make out like two horny teenagers, completely ignoring the reality of what is to come tomorrow when we wake up. We stop for dinner at a delicious seafood restaurant and when we get home, we spend the entire night under the stars talking about nothing of consequence, until Micaela can’t keep her eyes open any longer, and she falls asleep in my arms.
When I wake in the morning, I’m still outside on the double lounger, only Micaela isn’t here. Her side is empty. My first thought is she left without saying goodbye, and my heart sinks, praying she’s not gone yet. I can’t let her go. I know I said I have to, but I can’t. Maybe if I hadn’t felt what it’s like to be with her, kiss her, touch her, I could’ve walked away. But now I know, and I can’t do it. I don’t care what it takes. We’ll make it work. This can’t be the end.
I tear the blanket off me and jog inside, hoping she’s still here. When I open the door, I find her in the kitchen, cooking at the stove. Her back is to me, her hair up in a messy bun. She’s wearing a tiny tank top and shorts, and she’s dancing to the silent beat in her earbuds. I inhale a sigh of relief. She’s still here. I’m not too late.
As if feeling my stare, she twirls around with the most beautiful smile on her face. “Morning,” she says, plucking her earbuds from her ears. “I made us breakfast.” She practically bounces over to me, setting a plate of food on the table for me.
“I woke up this morning and didn’t want to wake you,” she says, sitting in her seat in front of her own food. “Look what I did.” She grabs a piece of paper from the other side of the table and hands it to me. I sit across from her and read it:
Enroll back at ULV
Apply to USD
Apply to internship at Scripps
Ask Mom about job at rec center
The list goes on, detailing every step of her new plan.
My eyes meet hers, and I swallow my emotions. She came here to heal, to move forward, and she did exactly that. We both got what we came here for, and now we have to walk away. It doesn’t matter that I’ve fallen in love with this woman. I can’t ask her to wait for me, to put her life on hold. She’s young and happy and carefree, and she deserves to have this fresh start, to look forward to her future again. I would only hold her back, and I won’t do that to her.
Micaela
I finish packing the last of my stuff and glance around my room, double-checking to make sure I’m not leaving anything before I turn the light off. In the dark, I take a deep breath, willing myself to smile, to be happy. In a few minutes, we’ll part ways and then I can have a good cry. But right now I need to be strong. I promised him nothing more, and even though I’ve fallen completely in love with him, I won’t put Ryan in that position. It’s not fair to him, to me. He helped me heal, move forward, and when I get home I’m going to do just that. I will focus on my future. I can’t be with him. He’s not the man for me. I just barely moved past the death of my husband. It would be idiotic to even consider being with another man whose job involves risking his life. No, Ryan is not the one for me. He will always hold a special spot in my heart for what he did for me this week, but he’s not my future.
I roll my luggage down the hall and find Ryan in the foyer with his. He grants me a small smile, but it doesn’t reach his eyes, and I wonder if he’s already missing me the way I am him. If he is, though, he doesn’t say anything.
We step outside and he locks the door. I want to push it back open, beg him to give us a few more days. I’m not ready to go home yet, ready to leave him.
But I don’t. I plaster on a fake smile and wrap my arms around him for a hug, breathing him in, trying to memorize everything about him before we part ways.
“Thank you for everything,” I choke out.