I blow my load deep inside her, my hips bucking upwards and my fingers digging into her skin. The feral growl of pure pleasure that rips out of my throat surprises even me.
The two of us stay like that for a long moment, panting and shaking as the last of the aftershocks fade. “Holy shit,” Hazel says in a tiny voice that sounds faraway, like she’s mentally on another planet.
And I can relate, I don’t think my brain’s on Earth at the moment either. She slowly slides off of me and I take a moment to admire the sight of my cum dripping down her thighs. There’s just something so satisfying about leaving her a mess like this.
With her birth control in place, we aren’t too worried about a pregnancy, since neither of us feels quite ready for that, but that doesn’t mean I’m not still looking forward to the day I get to put a baby in her for real.
“What’s up?” she asks as she curls up on the bed next to me, “You look so lost in thought.”
“Just thinking about you,” I tell her with a smile, leaning over to kiss her.
“Good things, I hope,” she says.
“Always.”
She smiles fondly, then her eyes widen a little. “Oh, before I forget, I wanted to tell you, I ran into Chip when I went down to the pool.”
“Oh, yeah?” I asked, surprising myself a bit with just how interested I am.
I don’t know what it is about the dance instructor that I find so compelling, but despite the fact that I kind of want Hazel all to myself, I simultaneously want to spend more time hanging out with him.
I have other guy friends at home, but I can’t think of any of them who I would choose over time alone with my girl, honestly, so it’s a little weird that this stranger is so different. Maybe it’s just because I know I’ll probably never see him again once we leave here.
“Yeah, I hope it’s okay, but I set up the private class with him. Day after tomorrow at two sound okay with you?”
“Yeah, babe, that sounds fine. And you still wanted to go do the ballroom class at one o’clock today, right?” I ask, trying to keep track.
“If you still want to. I don’t want to drag you to every single class if you’re bored out of your mind with it.”
“I promise I’m not bored with it,” I assure her, “I’m having fun being with you.”
“Well, as soon as the ballroom class is over, we’re gonna go do whateveryouwant to do, okay? The rest of the afternoon will be all yours.”
I chuckle. “If you insist.”
“I do,” she replies firmly.
“Maybe we could go sailing,” I muse, stroking her hair absently while I think about potential activities for the afternoon, “Take one of those boat tours.”
“If that’s what you want to do,” she says.
“Well, okay, but you don’t get to tell me I have an out for the dance classes and then not give yourself one if you hate what I suggest,” I counter, laughing, “So don’t just agree to whatever I want because you feel like you have to.”
“Fine, I won’t, but sailing sounds absolutely fine with me,” she giggles, “Promise.”
“You won’t go getting seasick on me?” I tease, gently tickling her bare belly.
She squeals and squirms away from me, batting at my hands. “I mean, I can’t promise that, I don’t exactly have a lot of experience on boats, but I can promise I’ll try. And I can say I don’tthinkit will be an issue.”
“Fair enough,” I acquiesce.
A sunset sail could be the perfect place to pop the question…
Chapter Nine
Chip
I ignore the chime of my phone in my pocket while I’m waiting for Holly to find the key ring for all of the event rooms. “I’m sorry, Chip, normally they’re here in this drawer, but I don’t remember if Rasmus brought them back, he took them out for that engagement party last night,” she says apologetically, rummaging through drawer after drawer at her desk.