Knocking on the door, “Lyla, you in there?” before opening the door.
“Hey, Colt,” she says once I open the door. Lyla is in the tub soaking, not a bubble in sight, just her body on display for my viewing.
“Fuck,” I grunt. Her dusk colored nipples are pebbled and tipped above the water’s surface, her smooth skin is slick and wet, leading my eyes down to where I want my mouth most.
“Mr. Montgomery, my eyes are up here,” Lyla says with a grin on her face. I lick my lips knowing I’ll have my head buried between her legs and soon.
“Yeah, they are, but I was taking you in. Here in the bath, your body calls to me like a siren’s song,” I start stripping out of my clothes I wore to the garage today.
I make short work of my shirt, my shoes, and then my jeans fall to the ground, stepping out of them, “Now who’s staring Miss Adams,” I groan, her hands are feeling her breasts as she plays with her nipples.
“Have you looked in the mirror?” She questions. I arch my eyebrow at her, before stepping into the bath with her. “Lift your legs, babe.”
I take my time, my fingertips grazing over the length of her legs, back and forth, never reaching where she wants me most.
Instead, I do the exact opposite while holding a conversation, “How were things with work?” I had to work in the garage most of the day, less paperwork and more hands-on, which I love. Except I didn’t get my fill of Lyla today.
“Hmm, it was good. I picked up a new brand for a client. I missed seeing you, though,” she admits.
“Missed you too, babe. Which is why I came home to talk to you. Can you clear your calendar for a week?” I ask her.
“I’m sure I can swing that, what were you thinking?”
“A vacation, with the two of us in Barbados, starting Thursday?” I wiggle my eyebrows at her. Sure, it’ll be the two of us for the beginning and ending of it. I’d love to take Lyla on a long honeymoon, but it may have to be later on, when the both of us have more time off of work than four days.
“What!” She screams jumping up out of the water and straddling my lap. Fuck what she does to me when she’s soaking wet.
“You and me, the sand, the sun, and you in tiny ass bathing suits,” I moan, her pussy is hovering over the crown of my cock. One thrust up and I could be seated inside her pussy, right where I’m meant to be.
“Yes, you in no shirt, the sun kissing your skin. I’ll work on my calendar tomorrow,” and with that, I can’t wait any longer. Grabbing her hips, I hold onto them as I thrust up and she bears down, her lips nip at mine, and we let our passion consume us. Little does she know by the end of this week, she’ll be wearing my last name.
21
Lyla
The past few days I had so much to do, rearranging my schedule, going to my house and packing. It’s been a whirlwind. Now though, it’s nothing but the hot sun and the blue ocean.
“What are you doing out here by yourself?” Colt asks.
“Waiting for you until we can go down to the water, this place is a dream. Thank you for bringing me here,” I spin around, my arms going around his neck.
“Anything for you, Lyla, anything,” he presses a kiss to my forehead before grabbing my hand and leading me out the door to head down to the beach.
“I didn’t even grab a bag, Colt,” I remind him. We’re in our bathing suits, Colt in a pair of black board shorts, highlighting his muscles. I’m in a high waisted bathing suit, with a triangle type top that has slashes of colors everywhere, almost as if it is a watercolor.
“We won’t be down here too long, we’ll come back. Right now, I just want to watch the sunset with my woman,” he almost bellows, as we run down the path that leads to the beach.
“Okay,” I breathe out and never question him again, even when we get to the beach and I see rose petals formed into a question. “What?” I say in shock. There’s Colt on bended knee, a ring box in his hand asking me, “Lyla, babe, do me the honor of allowing me to love you for the rest of our lives and marry me?”
My whole body is shaking, tears are streaming down my cheeks, and I have the biggest smile on my face. I drop to my knees, tackle hugging Colt, while saying “Yes, with everything I have yes!”
“Thank fuck,” Colt whispers in my ear. Then, his lips are on mine and he’s standing up. I’m still in his arms, he grabs me on the back of my thighs and I climb him like a tree.