Unforgettable: Book Three (A Hollywood Love Story #3)(44)
On the next beat of my heart, he spreads my legs farther apart and throws my feet over his shoulders, the weight and heat of his body lingering over me. He leans in and wedges his spectacular cock inside me with a helping hand. I let out a loud groan as his fullness fills me. It sails smoothly into my sea of wetness.
“Jesus, baby. You feel so f*cking good. I’ve missed this so much.” Setting his hand on the bed parallel to the other, he hits my womb and then slowly pulls out. Another few long, steady strokes and then he begins to hammer me madly, taking me to the hilt with every passionate thrust. Each time he hits my magic spot and rubs his length against my clit, the friction creates a new barrage of sparks between my melting legs. His harsh breaths fill my ears and mingle with mine. My eyes stay on his impassioned face, glistening with sweat. I cling to his tight ass, and my * clenches around his formidable girth as I undulate my hips to meet his thrusts. He pumps harder, faster. My whimpers morph into sobs as my body races to the finish line. A spiritual swirl of emotion and sensation overtakes me. The sheer bliss of our bodies together is almost too much to bear.
“Oh, Brandon! I love you! I love you! I love you!” I cry out, the uncontrollable words not coming from my throat but some place so much deeper inside me. My eyelids lower as if my whole body is saying a prayer.
“Keep your eyes open, baby,” Brandon pants out. “I want you to watch me. And see what you do to me when I make you come with me. And never forget how much I love you.”
I know better than to disobey him. My gaze stays on him as we both soar toward orgasms of unworldly proportions. The intense expression on his face is one of pure determination and tortured ecstasy. Passion shoots out of his half-mast eyes.
“I want you to roar my name so loud the bell captain hears it,” he pants out.
I nod feverishly, unable to say a word. I’m so, so close to coming. So near euphoria.
“Now, baby!” On the next forceful thrust, he lets out a loud feral grunt. At the savage sound, I fall apart. My orgasm travels inside me like the forked fault line of an earthquake. I roar out his name as I shudder with rapture around his juddering length. His volcanic release bathes me.
My legs still wrapped around his neck, he buries his face against my belly.
“Oh, baby, that was f*cking incredible. And we’ve just begun. The night’s still young.”
We f*ck our brains out till the wee hours of the morning. By the time we blissfully fall asleep in each other’s arms, we’ve made love in the tub, on the floor and the kitchen counter as well as on top of the baby grand. He’s f*cked me from the front and from behind and I’ve blown him to pieces.
Tonight was just the beginning. The world is ours and we have forever.
He’s mine.
I’m his.
We’re one.
And nothing can come between us.
Zoey
Like gemstones, they dance around me. Topaz, sapphire, coral, and amethyst too. Fish of all colors, sizes, and shapes. I breathe in and out of my regulator, and behind my mask, my eyes grow wide with awe. Like my life, this is all surreal. I’m on Day 3 of my month-long honeymoon with Brandon Taylor. The man of my dreams. I don’t know how he did it, but he’s mapped out a total James Bond honeymoon that includes all the destinations featured in Casino Royale. The Bahamas is our first stop where we’ve been lodging at the five-star Ocean Club in Nassau (complete with a rented Aston Martin and a dog sitter for The Gooch.) At the end of the week, we’ll move on to Europe and culminate our trip in Venice. I’m so sore I’m seriously not sure if I’ll be able to do any sightseeing. Though sightseeing is not high on Brandon’s list of priorities.
The mild, salty Atlantic is soothing. A welcome relief. Floating in the crystal clear turquoise water, I experience an incredible lightness of being and freedom like none other. It’s like I’m weightless and flying. Just six months ago I suffered from an immeasurable fear of the ocean, but Brandon changed all that by teaching me how to swim. To think I would have missed out on all this other worldly beauty and wonderment makes my skin prickle beneath my wetsuit.
In the otherwise magical silence of the sea, only the soft, melodic sound of bubbles blowing fills my ears while a rush of love fills my heart as Brandon holds my hand and points to a moray eel that slithers out from behind a coral reef. The florescent green creature emits a glow, but it’s nothing compared to my own electrical glow. As the shimmering snake-like fish wiggles by us, Brandon repositions me so I’m perpendicular to him, my fin-covered feet almost hitting the ocean floor. With one arm wrapped around me, he removes his regulator and then removes mine. His lips descend on my mine, and breathing into his mouth, I lose myself to him. All oxygen leaves my lungs. There’s a lot Brandon says he can teach me to do under the sea. My husband. My lover. My master.
We break from the kiss and return our regulators to our mouths. And my eyes grow round again. My tranquil heart practically beats out of my wetsuit. Unable to contain my astonishment, I point with my finger, urging Brandon to turn around and see what I’m seeing. First a dolphin. And then Mama! She’s a beautiful mermaid, her vibrant red hair spread out like a sea fan as she swims my way. And Papa is alongside her holding her hand. I break away from Brandon and propel myself forward as fast as I can to meet them. Mama is just as I remember her, maybe even more beautiful with her flawless shell-white skin and sparkling emerald eyes. And the man with her so handsome I can see why he is her forever love. There’s an ethereal quality to both of them. Angels of the sea. They take me in their arms for what feels like an eternity.