“Dalton,” she breathed and arched her back again.
Fuck, I was about to lose it.
“Please,” she begged. I lowered my hand to her waistband and slid inside her little sleep shorts. My fingers parted her, finding her already wet. She was definitely awake now and begging me to touch her. I was happy to oblige.
I grazed her clit with my fingers and she curled her hips forward, chasing a quick release, but I wanted to draw it out, to make her want it more with every passing second. With slow circles and gentle strokes, I continued to work her over with my fingers, trying to ignore my own need. She arched again and I cursed, my dick begging to be unleashed, but I powered through.
I reached lower, pushing my fingers inside, letting my thumb take over just above. She was soaked, her arousal dampening my hand. She was getting close. I could feel the little tremors in her core, her muscles tightening just before the release. She cried out loudly this time, her entire body convulsing.
As soon as my hand was out of her shorts, she rolled over, her eyes blazing.
“Please,” she began. “Fuck me. Now,” she demanded. I rolled on top of her and captured her mouth in a fiery, passionate kiss. I liked it when she got all bossy and demanding. It meant she needed this just as badly as I did. I rid her body of what little clothing she wore and whipped off my briefs before grabbing protection. I slipped easily inside her tight channel, the earth-shattering orgasm I’d given her removing most of the resistance.
I gave it to her fast and hard, relishing the way she screamed my name and begged for more. I’d been fairly gentle with her until now, but her body was getting used to my size, stretching and conforming to accommodate me. I didn’t have to worry about being easy any longer. I didn’t have to hold back. And I didn’t. She was getting the full Dalton James experience this morning.
***
“How do you feel about paddle boarding?” I asked, running my fingers up and down Taylor’s bare arm. We were cozied up in bed, still naked, enjoying a lazy morning.
“I’ve never done it before, but it looks like fun,” she answered excitedly.
“I didn’t have anything planned for today, but that’s something you don’t have to book in advance. Wanna try it out?”
She rolled onto her stomach and propped herself up on her elbows. “Umm, yes please!” she answered playfully, a huge grin splitting her face.
We ate breakfast and got ready, heading out the door an hour later. We would have been gone sooner, but she taunted me with that red, Brazilian-cut bikini, threatening to wear it paddle boarding. I pinned her to the bed and removed it from her body. Her eyes glowed red hot, not with fury, but with lust. She wanted me again. She did that on purpose so I’d take it off her. And she got her wish.
It took us a few tries to get the hang of the boards and maintain our balance. We both tipped over, splashing into the water once or twice, but we were both fast learners and in good shape. By the time we finished, I was regretting skipping out on the gym all week because my arms and shoulders burned from overexertion. Chagrined, I knew there was no excuse. We had full access to a state-of-the-art fitness center. I’d just been enjoying a different kind of physical activity.
We found lunch and then hopped on a boat tour just as it was about to leave the dock. We were pleasantly surprised by the glass bottom that allowed us to view the ocean life teeming under the surface. Taylor gushed over the coral reefs and colorful fish.
“Look, there’s Nemo,” she giggled, pointing to a little orange fish.
I remembered when the movie came out. She was crazy over it. Aiden and I met the year before in Mrs. Cranston’s class and had been inseparable ever since. Aiden and Taylor’s mom took the three of us, along with Taylor’s best friend Avery to watch it at the theatre. I went along with Aiden, acting like I was too big for such a babyish movie, but I secretly liked it, too. That year, I gave Taylor a stuffed Nemo for her birthday. You would’ve thought I’d gotten her a pony by the way she acted. It made me wonder if she’d had a crush on me even then.
“Do you remember that stuffed Nemo toy I got you for your birthday?”
“Remember it?” she asked, pretending to be affronted. “I still have it.”
“No you don’t,” I chuckled.
“Yes I do,” she replied confidently.
“You’re lying.” I eyed her suspiciously.
“Scout’s honor,” she protested, holding up her fingers, making the gesture to go with her proclamation.
“Are you serious?” I was stunned and a little touched that she’d kept it all this time.
She nodded emphatically, a smile playing on her lips. I kissed her then, pulling her to me. She kept a stuffed animal I’d given her seventeen years ago. Gianna didn’t even keep the custom-made bear I’d had delivered to her last Valentine’s Day while I was out of town for work. Those two facts said a lot about these women and what they cherished.
I let thoughts of my ex fiancé float away. It was becoming easier and easier by the day. It made me wonder if I was truly still in love with her when she ended things. It wouldn’t have been this easy to get over her if I was, would it? Or maybe I was just a piece of shit. I was engaged to another woman two weeks ago, and now I was sleeping with Taylor like Gianna never existed, like she never wore my ring on her hand to symbolize our love. What kind of person had I become? Was I turning into my father? He had no problem dropping the people he was supposed to love and care for like a bad habit.
I shook those thoughts away and moved back, putting a little distance between Taylor and me. She noted my movement and glanced at me curiously. I tried to school my features, but she could sense something was wrong.
“Are you alright?” she asked with a worried expression, reaching her hand out to rest on my knee. I flinched and pulled away from her, trying to pretend like I was just changing position. My head was reeling and I needed to get my thoughts in order, and her touch did nothing but muddle them.
“I’m fine. I’m just getting too hot.” It was a lame cover, but it seemed to work. Her features relaxed and she returned her focus to the glimmering seascape below.
Once we were back on shore, we headed off in search of another adventure.
“What is that?” Taylor asked, her eyes lighting up as she pointed at something in the distance. I followed her gaze and it landed on a brightly colored object out at sea. I glanced down the beach to see if I could find where it came from and if there were more like it. Sure enough, there were several lined up and tied off about fifty yards away.
“That,” I replied, pointing at the ones closer to us, “is a water trike.”
“Oh my God, we have to try one out!” She started jogging toward them. Her energy was positive and contagious, and it brought the smile back to my face and eased my earlier trepidation. She marched straight to the rental kiosk and asked about renting one, pulling out her card before the lady behind the counter could answer her.
“Put that away,” I chuckled behind her. “I’ll get it.”
“You don’t have to do that. It was my idea.”
“Taylor,” I began, and she bit her lip and averted her gaze. I knew she wasn’t working right now, and I didn’t want her spending her own money on this. Besides, she was my guest. I didn’t expect her to pick up the tab for anything.