It’s when he grabs my legs and pushes them up and over his shoulders, finding a deeper position that I begin to shake. He thrusts once more, deep, filling me completely and that’s all it takes to completely throw me off the cliff. I howl his name as I tense and then release like I never have. Sounds I don’t even recognize as me leave my mouth as I convulse around him. He follows a moment later, his groans joining mine like a soundtrack to our desires.
We lie entangled as the minutes pass, our breathing slowing, our bodies languid.
“Fuck, that was…”
“Amazing.” I finish his thought, and we grin at each other like fools.
He rolls off me and we both lie there, holding hands as our bodies reawaken once more. “Fuck it, I need you again,” he curses and pulls me onto him, letting me take control. He doesn’t have to say it twice. I slide down onto his still wet cock, riding him like a fucking cowgirl that’s in it to win it. All that’s missing is my hat and boots, the thought of how fucking sexy that would be crosses my mind for a split second before he does something with his hips that sends me over the cliff again, and into an abyss where I have no thoughts. It’s a place I wish I could stay for a very long time.
I collapse onto his chest and settle there, listening to his heartbeat slow, and drawing little hearts over a tattoo of a music note.
“Let’s just stay in this bed for the entire weekend,” I murmur.
“I’m good with that idea,” he says, laughing.
“Good, we’re in agreement, your cock is living in my pussy until Sunday night.”
His laughter ticks up a notch and he rolls us over, pulling out of me as he does. I pout because I really do want his amazing dick to stay buried inside me.
He kisses my nose. “Don’t worry, we’ll have plenty more of that, but first. I did arrange for a tasting for us…with food. If we are going for a marathon sex session, we ought to eat first.”
“I can’t argue with that,” I say.
Grady
After the wine tasting and dinner, we lazily walk back to our suite. I keep her hand in mine, loving the feel of it there. It’s calming, and I can use all the calm I can get right now. Being here with Emma is like being a million miles away from my worries. She’s so easy to talk to and our conversation hasn’t stopped for a second since dinner.
“What about your favorite movie?” she asks as we swing our hands back and forth in a childlike manner.
“Don’t laugh,” I demand.
She giggles. “You can’t say that. What if it’s funny?”
I give her a look, and she grins. I pull her to me and kiss her gently. When I pull back, I almost stop breathing. She’s looking at me with such admiration, such pure joy, that I almost want to tell her I’m a fraud. I’m not a good person, but I don’t want to erase that look in her eyes. Even if it only is for this second, I want to remember it forever.
“The Love Bug,” I admit.
“Like, the old movie about the race car with a mind of its own?” she asks.
I nod.
“How come?”
I sigh and drag her over to a bench overlooking the rolling hills of grapevines. We sit, and she curls into my embrace.
“The first time I saw it was with my dad. He had seen it with his dad. I never met my grandfather, he died from cancer before I was born. I guess, I just felt this connection. Dad told funny stories as we watched the movie, stories about our family. He loved racing, and I guess it was the first movie I remember watching. He made it a whole experience, and we had a whole viewing party in the family room. It was before people had big theater rooms in their houses. It was…special.”
She looks up and smiles. “That’s nice.”
“What about you?”
She grins. “Finding Nemo.”
I chuckle. “I like that movie, too, but don’t tell anyone,” I say, looking around, “I’ll lose my man card if I admit it.”
She giggles and pokes my belly. “No, you won’t. Chicks dig a man who likes watching cartoon movies.”
“Oh really?”
“Yep, a total reason to fall for a guy.”
“I’ll keep that in mind,” I say, half-wondering if she’s falling for me, scratch that, half-hoping she is.
“Have you talked with your brother again?” she asks.
“Yep. We talked about meeting up next week. Honestly, I should reach out again and set up something. This week has just gotten crazy.”
“I hear you. I’m glad it’s going well though.”
“Me too. I mean, I don’t know if we’ll be able to form any kind of real relationship, but it’s a start. So, how’s school going, besides your documentary? I feel like I never ask about the rest of it,” I say, feeling a little bad about not inquiring earlier.
“It’s fine. My classes are good. It’s a lot of work. I sort of wish I didn’t take a full load this semester. But hindsight is twenty-twenty. At least it means if I take summer classes, I’ll only need one more semester to earn my degree,” she says.
“That’s great! What do you think you’ll do after you graduate?” I ask. And I realize that I’m honestly interested. I want to know everything about her, and that thought is a little jarring for me.
She shrugs. “I thought I knew but now…well, I guess I’ll be pushing my documentary and trying to get it into some film festivals. I might try to get a job with a film studio or something to pay the bills while I figure things out.”
“You don’t have to have it all figured out, you know?”
“I know. I just…” She gives a small laugh. “My friend Kate always says you should have a plan a, a plan b, a plan c, and a plan d, just in case.”
I look over. This is the first time she’s mentioned, Kate. “Who’s Kate?” I ask innocently.
She gives me side-eye. “Oh, come on, I know you’ve Internet stalked me as much as I have you.”
I grin. “Ohhhh, you mean your best friend, the former first daughter who is now a princess? That Kate?”
She playfully punches my ribs. “You are a jackass. Yes, THAT Kate.”
I laugh. “I was just waiting for you to mention her.”
She rolls her eyes at me. “I bet you were, asshat.”
I press my lips together to prevent more laughter from escaping them.
“So, tell me about your BFF,” I say playfully.
She snuggles back against me and I have to stop my mind from going to dirty thoughts. Down, boy, I think to myself, we have all night for that.
“I met Kate during our freshman year. She was already seated when I got to a class. There weren’t a lot of seats left, and I asked if the one by her was open. She said yes. We started chatting and the rest is history.”
“When did you figure out who she was?”
She giggles. “Uh, well, right after class, a girl walked up to me and was like, OMG, I can’t believe you just talked to her like that. And I was all like, what are you talking about? She said Kate was the president’s daughter. And I felt like an idiot. I mean, she did look familiar, but she had just dyed her hair, and I wasn’t thinking. It was an early morning class, and I guess my lack of coffee is my excuse to this day. Kate still makes fun of me for it.”