“I didn’t know if you’d want gold or silver, so I went with white gold.”
“5-0, really, I love it.”
He smiled. “I also thought that the twisted vines were like us. You light up a room, sparkle in the moonlight.”
“It’s perfect. Just like you.” I stood and moved to sit on his lap, wrapping my arms around his neck. “You could have given me a ring out of a Cracker Jack box, and I would be happy. You make me happy.”
“And you make me happy.”
I practically pulled Seth to our hut. I was so excited. I had no idea he wanted to get engaged because we’d been together for only a few weeks. But Seth was right. We were miserable without each other, so why wait? If two people loved each other, it shouldn’t matter. Look at Joss and Paul. They were only together for a few months before they got married. Seth and I had seventeen years of history. And he said he’d move to Miami for me. I didn’t know what that would entail, but the thought that we’d be together forever had me rushing to our private room so I could show him how happy he made me.
Seth opened the door to the hut, and our mouths locked. We spun to the bed as the door closed behind us. The entire time our lips were pressed together, I thought about Seth. If I couldn’t let him touch me, then how would our marriage last? It wouldn’t. I needed to trust him. Trust that he would take care of me like he always had.
At the side of the bed, I unbuttoned his shirt, getting it off his body and onto the floor. Then we removed my dress, his shorts, and our underwear until we were both naked, him on top of me.
“Are you sure?” he asked.
I nodded. “I think so.”
“Want me to go slow?”
“Maybe I should do it?”
Seth grinned. “I’m not going to stop you from riding me, baby.”
I smiled, and we switched positions so I was straddling his hips, the picturesque ocean view in front of me. The moments it took for me to grab his cock and position it under me, I kept chanting to myself, “I can do this. I can do this.” I needed to remind myself that it was fun and this was Seth. Before I slid onto his base, I looked into his emerald eyes and knew, at that moment, that I could do it. I was staring at the face I dreamed about all the time.
It wasn’t some faceless man, it was Seth.
The tip of his shaft probed at my entrance, and I lowered, taking him in little by little. A sense of relief washed over me. Maybe I would still have nightmares—still think about what had happened, but not now. Now I was going to ride my fiancé.
My fiancé.
Seth and I were engaged. To be married. It was surreal, to say the least.
“That’s it, baby,” Seth groaned.
“I’ve missed this,” I confessed because I had.
I started off slow, moving my hips back and forth, getting used to him. I braced myself, my hands behind me on his thighs as I arched my back and picked up my speed. Seth’s hands roamed up my stomach lightly, then to my breasts, cupping them and squeezing lightly. The feel of his rough hands on my soft skin intensified my mood, and I leaned forward, placing my hands on his biceps as my hips moved up and down on his hard erection. Seth was hot. Plain and simple. From his piercing green eyes to his tatted arm to his ripped abs. And then, of course, his cock that was bringing all the pleasure I craved. I needed to taste him, show him how happy I was to be marrying him. Every slide of my hips, every twirl of my tongue, was me pouring my heart out.
His hands rubbed my ass, turning me on more, causing my hips to roll. Our mouths were still tasting, sucking, devouring. Every inch of our bodies needed to be rubbing together. It was my turn to memorize the feel of him, remember that fear wasn’t going to stop me from living my life.
“God, you feel good,” he groaned. “I love your pussy, baby.”
I moaned in response, continuing to ride him. I stole a glance at the ocean in front of me and smiled. This was what I’d imagined heaven would be like. At least my heaven.
“You’re so beautiful.”
I looked down, gazing into his eyes again and smiled.
“I’m going to dream about you riding me like this. How your perfect tits bounce with each roll of your hips. How you let out little moans when I hit your G-Spot. How the fucking sunset glows off your tanned skin.”
“Babe,” I moaned.
“Just kiss me, baby.”
I leaned forward, taking his mouth with mine, and let out a gasp when Seth’s hands grabbed each side of my ass and spread me open. Our movements picked up and he slammed up into me. I sucked in a breath and held on while he drove me closer and closer to the point of letting go.
