"There's a hotel there that would take your breath away. It's in Santorini, an island about a forty-minute flight from Athens. I want to be there with you tonight. We'll settle into the honeymoon suite with its king-sized four-poster bed draped in white gauze. The walls are made of stone and marble, white and gold with hints of blue that match the Aegean Sea visible from our private balcony. First, we'll soak in our private hot tub."
He paused, and I took over. "I'm wearing a deep blue sundress. It matches the hue of the sea, with swirls of white at the hem, like swirling water. As you sit on the edge of the bed watching me, I slip off the dress, baring one shoulder at a time, then turning around and stepping out of it, hiding my breasts from you for just a moment."
"But I'm not a patient man," he said, "and I want to see all of you. So I reach for you, running my hands over your hips and to your stomach, pressing my chest against your back, my hands glide up your body, cupping your breasts as I lean down to drop kisses on your shoulder and neck."
"I guide one of your hands lower," I said. "Past my belly, down to my center. With your fingers, you spread me and slip one into me, rubbing at my clit as I rub against your hard cock through your pants. A breeze from the sea sends the white gauze fluttering through our room, a soft light from the setting sun turning the room golden, magical, as your fingers go deeper into me."
"But I need more than this," he said. "I need to feel your skin against mine. So I tug off my shirt and pants, and pull you into the steaming bath with me. I rub a bar of lavender soap over your body, letting my hands slide over your curves, memorizing every inch of your body."
"And I turn to face you," I said, "straddling you in the water, pressing my body against yours, your cock rubbing against my clit as we kiss deeply. I can taste the smoky mintiness of your mouth as you tangle your hands in my hair."
"I can't wait any longer. Holding your hips, I shove myself into you, feeling your pussy tighten around my cock, so hot and wet."
I moaned, a real moan as I rubbed at myself, my orgasm cresting inside of me. "I need you deeper. Harder. Faster. I ride you as you suck on my nipples, my nails leaving red lines on your back and shoulders, your cock so deep, so thick and hard."
"I continue rubbing your clit as you ride me." His breathing was labored as he brought himself closer to his own climax. "Stimulating you in both ways, and when you come, you take me with you, your pussy clenching me, squeezing me until I explode inside of you. I watch your face as pleasure takes you over, as you cling to me while your body clenches and releases in waves of ecstasy."
As I came with him, everything disappeared and it was me, the real me, and Ash, in that hotel in Greece, with all of our troubles worlds away. "No one can reach us here," I told him. "We have each other and nothing else matters. Afterwards, we hold each other on a couch on the balcony, watching the waves crash to the shore as the sun sets, sharing champagne and strawberry kisses as the magic of Greece sings us a love song with wind and water."
Chapter Twenty Five
Secrets Exposed
I'D UNDERESTIMATED HOW much the Beaumonts had given to replace my destroyed apartment, which meant on moving day Bridgette's car wasn't big enough to pack up all of our belongings. We were forced to strap a few bags to the top and pray it didn't rain or snow during the drive back to the dorms.
Somehow, Bridgette had arranged for her roommate to transfer and had talked her dad into covering the cost of the dorm for the both of us for the semester. Tears filled my eyes as I went to say goodbye to her parents. "Thank you so much for everything."
Mrs. Beaumont hugged me. "My dear, you saved our daughter's life. You're like family to us. Never hesitate to ask for help if you need it."
Mr. Beaumont was more reticent, but gave me a pat on the shoulder and hugged Bridgette stiffly. "Watch out for each other, girls. And drive safe. Call us when you get back to school."
Harvard bustled with students coming back from holiday. Freshly fallen snow now looked trampled and dirty as everyone dragged their bags to the dorms and confirmed schedules and parties while mingling with their friends.
Bridgette didn't tell any of her friends about the attack. When they asked about the still-healing bruises on her face, she said she'd gotten thrown from her horse when it got spooked while riding in the snow. That story garnered sympathetic coos and made her the center of attention as we made multiple trips to bring our boxes and bags up.
"Hey, Catelyn!"
I turned to find Jon striding over, a smile lighting up his face.
"Hi, Jon. Welcome back to school."
"You too. Can I help you ladies carry something?"
Bridgette nodded and handed him the largest box. "Thanks."
With Jon's help, this was our last trip up. At our door, he stood awkwardly, as if waiting for me to say or do something, but I wasn't sure what. Finally he tilted his head and smiled again. "Um, would you like to grab some coffee sometime? Now that we're back."
"Sure," I said. "I'd like that."