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“Holy Jesus. I’m coming. Good fucking Lord…” Through my aftershocks, Peter jackhammers into me and my head thrashes from side to side when I feel him spurt his hot come deep inside me.
I’m a babbling, blithering mess. He’s turned my body inside out. Again. I’m hardly conscious when he cleans me up and tucks me against his side under the blanket. He cocoons me in his arms, kisses my temple and whispers things I can’t comprehend in the moment.
Eventually, lying against Peter, my body and mind quiet and I feel a sense of peace. Maybe it’s the rocking of the boat beneath us. Maybe it’s because I’m physically exhausted from having multiple full-body orgasms.
Or, maybe it’s something more.
The dim light of the cabin casts blurred shadows, creating an intimate space for us. I know the feelings I had for him in Vegas were real. I believe his feelings for me were real. And now? When he holds me this close and I feel the steady beat of his heart against my back, I’m convinced we’re meant for each other.
Yeah. There’s nowhere else I’d rather be.
Nowhere.
“You’re thinking awfully hard.” Peter kisses the top of my head. “Are you okay?”
I stroke his taut abs. “You’ve said a lot of sweet things to me tonight in between the down-and-dirty fucking.”
“I mean every word.” He squeezes me to him.
“So, you want us to be a couple?” I look up at him. “Or are we a sex thing?”
Peter shifts to face me. “A sex thing? I’d marry you tomorrow if you’d have me.”
My heart thumps in my chest so hard. Is he serious?
“Aaaannnd. I’ve officially freaked you out.” He bites his lip.
I trace his eyebrow with my finger. “Tell me more about your family. You know about mine, or at least you Googled them.” I tap my finger on my lip. “On second thought…”
We smile at each other because he knows I know he’s already Googled my family. Just like he knows I’ll be Googling his family at some point and probably won’t find anything. God knows how I’ve resisted until now.
“I don’t like talking about my family.” Peter looks up at the ceiling. “It’s complicated, to say the least.”
“I’m listening,” I say sensitively.
Peter takes a deep breath. “Well, I grew up in Sumner, Washington, in a lower-income working-class family. My folks always saw education and ambition as… I don’t know, selling out, maybe?”
“For someone as entrepreneurial as you, it must have been hard. Growing up with a different mindset.” I can’t relate, my family is the exact opposite.
“It was,” he admits. “I love my parents, but we don't see eye to eye. And my brothers…they’re a whole other story. They’ve had nonstop run-ins with the law. It's funny, I’ve always felt like the odd one out for wanting to channel my energy into changing the world.”
I can hear the pain in his voice, the sense of being an outsider in his own family. “But you’ve built such an amazing life for yourself, Peter. You should be proud.”
He smiles but, sure enough, there’s a sadness in his eyes. “Of course I am, but it’s been lonely at times. From the day and hour I started VA/VT, I’ve felt like an ATM. None of them have any concept about how hard I’ve worked to get where I am. So it’s a tough balance, wanting to help but not enable.”
“I’m sure you’re doing the best you can.” I squeeze his hand. “No matter what, family dynamics are complicated.”
“Yeah,” he sighs. “Things are as fucked up with them as they were before. I’m trying to get better about setting boundaries.”
As we talk, I can’t help but feel smitten by his vulnerability, his openness.
“You know, doing the things on your Tryst List.” Peter cups my breast with a playful twinkle in his eye. “You have no idea how much I’m looking forward to it.”
I laugh, feeling a rush of affection for him. “Well, I’m glad you’re on board. It’ll be an adventure, that’s for sure. But, don’t get any bright ideas. I’m done for tonight. I’m sore as hell from your monster cock.”
“I’d say I’m sorry but…” Tiredness etches his features though it seems he, like me, doesn’t want the evening to end yet. “So which fantasy do you want to explore next? I think this counts as the yacht too, right?”
“Yep. We ticked off stranded and yacht tonight.” I nestle deeper into the blankets. “I don’t know, Peter. I'm excited to explore everything with you but let’s not make checking off sex acts the thing that defines us.”
