by Vivien Vale
Chapter 43
Rose
“Rose, are you okay?”
Daniel’s hand tenderly resting on my shoulder is like a strong cup of coffee, waking me up from the dull, lifeless week I had hiding out on the beach.
I enjoy the feeling so much that I don’t respond right away—especially once the feeling starts evolving. The feel of Daniel’s touch, which I haven’t felt in a fucking long time, is sending little shivers from my shoulder to my toes.
Heat flows through me as well, and I don’t think it has anything to do with the fact I just vomited right on the fucking sand.
Blech! It’s right between Daniel’s feet and mine—but I don’t want to look at it anymore.
So, at last, I raise my head, and meet Daniel’s pleading eyes. His touch and those eyes obliterate all the bullshit, all the torment I’ve been putting myself through for days.
And all the suspicion and wariness that began weighing on me the instant I saw his face on the beach is crumpling down to nothing in the face of this feeling…
“Daniel, I feel great.”
“But...”
“I don’t know why I threw up, and I’m not even sure why I feel great now...”
“I love you.”
That’s why.
“Could you say it again?”
“Rose, I love you.”
He’s the damn medicine man.
“That’s it, that’s why. I know it’s not rational, and if you asked me five minutes ago...”
“I love you, and I mean it, Rose.”
“One more time.”
“I love you.”
“I...” I shake my head in disbelief, feeling hot, feeling lighter than air. Daniel leans in and gently kisses me on the cheek.
I lean into Daniel, wrapping my arms around him. He closes his arms delicately around me, moving in more closely and landing a feather-light, ethereal kiss by my ear.
“You were saying?” he whispers.
“I...I love you, too.” I chuckle softly, and Daniel does the same. As I laugh a bit more and let my head fall onto Daniel’s chest, teardrops fall one after another from my eyes.
What began as a delicate embrace grows naturally into a warm hug, as we prop each other up in the sand.
The realization is instant, yet the fullness of it dawns over me slowly and beautifully: This is where I belong.
So I stay there, in Daniel’s arms, feeling the sea breeze waft around us, listening to the seagulls and the crashing waves, hearing the distant sounds of joyous beach-goers and Cyclone riders, relishing in just how obvious it is.
Yet, I wouldn’t mind hearing it one more time.
“Say it again, please?”
“Rose, I love you.”
I release a couple more joyous, tearful laughs.
“Are you sure you’re okay, Rose?” Daniel asks.
“I love you.”
For me, those words are like a cure for both of us.
We slide slightly away from each other as the sounds of loud, boisterous crowds start to grow closer, the beach getting more crowded.
Daniel and I are not ready to leave this spot quite yet. He gazes down at me, and I return the look, beholding his gorgeous face and his eyes, seeing that he’s shed a few tears of his own.
How long had we been standing together on the beach? I don’t know, and I don’t care.
“Really, Rose,” Daniel begins, “the whole thing was just...”
“Hush. It doesn’t matter, and you explained it perfectly.”
“I love you.”
“Just like that.”
We laugh, and I watch Daniel’s face transform as a magnificent smile graces his lips.
“What do you want to do right now, Rose? Whatever it is, I’ll make it happen.”
“I want to kiss you.”
“Then please do.”
“I need to brush my teeth first. Remember?”
We both look at the sand. We somehow shifted, unconsciously, away from the spot where I threw up. We look at each other and burst into laughter once more.
“If you insist.”
“I insist. That’s what I want to do right now: brush my teeth.”
Daniel nods as he contemplates my desire.
“As I said, I will make that happen. That is entirely doable.”
“Hey, I can make that happen. I’ve got a toothbrush in my loft and everything. I even have toothpaste!”
“You rented a loft?”
“Come on, how did you find me?”
I start walking towards the building, and I grab Daniel’s arm so he stays with me.
I know things are changing fast. It’s crazy. A few minutes and a few words can transform your entire world just like that.
“Jenna told me Coney Island, so here I am.”
“That’s it?”
“It’s not like you were hard to find.”
Fuck, maybe there’s a reason I chose a vacation rental that’s even closer than the airport.
“Don’t downplay your sleuthing skills.”
Daniel deftly shifts his arm out of my hand, and laces our fingers together.
Then, he looks at me with that smile, and I feel the heat and weightlessness as strongly as ever.
“You don’t mind me tracking you down?”
“No, not this time.”
“Why not?”
“Because you’re showing me where I belong.”
Daniel looks away, nodding like he understands but clearly trying to figure out what the hell I mean.
To tell the truth, I’m not sure myself, but I almost start crying again when I say it.
The weather’s especially nice today, and the crowds around Coney Island are growing large and rowdy. Things are starting to get crazy crowded when we finally walk into the loft building.
“Not bad,” Daniel comments when we walk into the loft. “What is this, an Airbnb?”
“A lady never tells. Now, excuse me while I go brush my fucking teeth.”
I do a little spin while walking to the bathroom. I’m actually starting to like this place, a change of heart that evolved over the last thirty seconds since I walked through the door with Daniel.
I go into the bathroom by myself and feel a pang of apprehension that being alone in the bathroom is somehow going to break the spell of the outdoors, that I’ll suddenly start revisiting the uncertain—and maybe even the misery of the past few days now that I’m out of the enchanting seaside air.
I give my teeth a thorough brushing, and it doesn’t happen. I still feel warm and excited at the thought of what the future holds—and even warmer and a bit tingly at the thought of tomorrow.
Just to be sure of both my feelings and my oral hygiene, I floss and then rinse with mouthwash for a full minute.
I feel even warmer, even more tingly—this is where I belong.
Well, to be more accurate, where I belong is in the room with Daniel, who’s being very quiet out there.
“You’re still here!” I cry out joyfully as I leave the bathroom. Daniel’s sitting on the cheap little loveseat, resting his arm on the back.
“Of course I’m still here. I’m not going anywhere. Nothing could move me.”
“Is that so?”
I jump onto the loveseat and land on Daniel’s lap.
“Still not moving,” he whispers about a split second before I start the kiss I’ve been waiting for.
We both dive into it deeply, our lips and tongues desperate for a profoundly passionate kiss. Daniel falls slowly onto his back as I push against him and explore his mouth aggressively with my tongue.
After Daniel’s flat on his back, I climb on top of him and draw my tongue slowly from his mouth. I raise my head up just enough to look him in the eye.
“You still not moving?” I ask in a low growl.
“I could try…”
I grab Daniel’s shoulders and hold him down on the couch, pushing myself up slightly while pushing my lower half against his c
ock, which has grown long and incredibly hard in his pants.
“What was that?” I ask with a grin.
“Argument conceded.”
I hold onto Daniel’s shoulders, but he’s able to reach up and gently stroke my hair. That sends a serious shiver of heat through me, and I ease my grip.
Daniel’s hand moves down to my tits, and he starts teasing the area around my nipples through my t-shirt.
“Fuck!” I yell, longing to get out of my clothes quicker than I can tear them off. “Hold on!”
I rip the shirt up over my head and fling it as hard as I can towards the bathroom door.
“So, we’re doing that now?” Daniel reaches down and starts removing his own shirt.
“That’s right. Let’s get a move on.”
I start undoing my bra when the sight of Daniel’s bare pecs lobs me into a hypnotic state. My hands cannot do anything but fall onto them, and Daniel helps out by unfastening my bra as I run my hands up and down his chest and stomach, taking in every detail of his beautifully toned muscles.
A barely audible little moan escapes me as I move my hands up and down Daniel’s chest, then his abs, going a little lower each time, as he teases my tits.
I moan more loudly, and so does Daniel, when my hands reach his waist and the bottom of my palms come to rest tantalizingly close to his stiff, throbbing member—still enclosed in his pants.
“I’m so fucking wet,” I manage to say through labored breathing.
“You don’t fucking say.”
Daniel starts sitting up, and I move with him until we’re both up against the couch and revisiting that earlier kiss.
After a few minutes, Daniel leans back and asks an important question.
“Does this place come with a bedroom, or what?”
Chapter 44
Daniel
We’re both under the spell now.
I wasn’t feeling it yet, not like this, when I was just wandering around Coney Island, searching hopelessly for Rose...for my love.
It sounds fucking cheesy, I know, but I already said that I’m under the spell. We both are.
It clicked for me, under today’s brilliantly blue sky, with the waves lapping against the shore, breathing the salty air. I was under the spell—and I still am now.
I had felt it ever since I first laid eyes on Rose in that quirky little tea shop, and I had felt it when I shouted that I loved her at the top of my lungs.
But it wasn’t until after she got sick on the sand, and I ran over in a haze of concern...it wasn’t until after she asked me to say those words again...
That’s when I went under the spell by the ocean—and I’m still there.
I’m still so very much fucking there.
I’m so there that I almost walked around Rose’s rental with my sand-caked shoes, before I threw them out in the hallway while she was in the bathroom.
And now, well, we’re both losing a lot more of our clothes, stumbling into the bedroom of Rose’s Coney Island vacation rental.
“You’re so fucking lucky I extended this for one more night,” she informs me.
“I’ve never felt luckier,” I agree.
I’m trying to undo my belt so I can get my damn pants off my stupid, eager body.
For once, my cock is not showing any signs of slowing down its unbounded enthusiasm. Goddamn, I must really be in fucking love.
“Having some trouble?” Rose purrs in a sugary voice that holds a maddeningly sexy edge just below the surface.
“Not at all.” I’m still fumbling with my blasted belt buckle in the doorway to Rose’s loft’s bedroom.
“I can’t take it anymore,” Rose shrieks, and she charges towards me with her hands out.
I throw my own hands up in surrender, which is the right decision because Rose needs room to grab the waist of my pants like it’s a steering wheel.
With her hands gripped securely onto my pants and belt, Rose begins pulling me ferociously back in the direction she came from, over to the bed in the middle of the room.
I am not objecting to Rose’s pulling on any level; in fact, I’m assisting her in the best way I can by trotting in the bed’s direction. She decides to throw me for a loop, though, when she twists me around to her left side and tries to throw me onto the bed.
I oblige by leaping in that direction.
I end up falling on my side, on top of the noisy spring mattress.
Rose falls with me, landing on her side, facing me while we listen to the springs buckle under our weight.
“This is going to be a noisy one,” I say with a chuckle.
“Wanna bet?” Rose challenges before grabbing at my pants again, with a renewed intensity.
I let her do her thing, and this time she succeeds in getting the damn things down, all the way past my knees, letting my rigid cock pop up freely into the bedroom air.
Rose’s hands, both of them, go straight for my cock.
With the starved look in her eye, I expect her to wrap her hands around my shaft immediately. Keeping that hungry, determined look in her eye, she throws me for another loop by gently feeling my cock with her fingertips, moving them lightly and slowly all around my member.
I utter some nonsensical sound as I close my eyes in ecstasy.
Rose mimics my mumblings, and I open my eyes to see her sassy smirk as she tightens her hold on my cock.
I reach down and undo the button on Rose’s jeans as we both rotate into a better position—one in which we’re both completely on the bed.
I move my fingers gradually into Rose’s panties as she starts working my cock with more vigor. It turns out that she is indeed so fucking wet.
“Oh, fuck,” she moans, and finally grips my cock with conviction. “Keep going, please!”
My fingers continue on their slow, careful path, teasing Rose’s pussy lips coyly, staying just out of reach of her clit. Her soft moans grow in volume.
Rose’s hands drop away from my cock as she loses focus. I know she’s almost there.
“Wait,” she pants, and pulls down her jeans and panties entirely, which makes me start to lose focus.
But I try to stay on course. I watch Rose’s spectacular cinnamon eyes as I pick up where I left off.
Rose belts out a giggly shriek when I start teasing her lips again. I slow the pace of my fingers more and more as I get closer to her clit.
“Oh, Daniel, come the fuck on,” she scolds me quietly.
Then it all starts happening at a rapid-fire pace.
What I intend to do is start running my fingers at a glacial tempo, taking all the time I need to send Rose into new, uncharted states of escalating, unquenchable desire until she finally succumbs to the abyss of a mind-blowing orgasm.
Yet as soon as my fingers start to move again, Rose fucking comes right away—really fucking hard. She grips my cock in both hands when she’s barely even finished.
I take in one last glimpse of Rose’s remarkable eyes in the ensuing blur, and in the literal blink of an eye, she’s moved down to my cock, licking slowly from the base up to the tip—and back.
“Ah, Jesus Christ!” I yelp as she keeps going.
Then she stops abruptly, and I hear myself still breathing heavily, my head sinking into the pillow.
“You like teasing, do you?” I hear her coo.
“I...I think I just lost all sense of space and time.”
I await Rose’s response—but I’m not prepared for the sensation of her tongue moving slowly around my cock again, exploring every facet of it, every nuance.
I’m not exaggerating when I say I’m losing sense of space and time.
Maybe I’m on a squeaky mattress in a rented loft somewhere on the southern coast of Brooklyn, but when Rose takes the tip of my cock into her mouth, I might as well be on another planet, in another universe, in another dimension.
I could be anywhere and have no idea which way is up because I think my mind is melting.
I moan loudly and deeply, bu
t it sounds somewhere off in the distance. I’m just floating here, in this realm of unheard-of beauty and pleasure.
“Argh!”
I open my eyes to see the ceiling of the loft clearly as I come crashing down from whatever high I was on—and now I’m coming all over the wall behind the bed.
The mattress is starting to rise and fall in a steady rhythm, and the springs are making an ungodly noise. I don’t know why, and I can’t be bothered to care.
Every last ounce of emotional and physical tension has been thoroughly drained from me—and I still feel small waves of euphoric pleasure traveling through my limbs.
“Hey!”
I look over my left shoulder, toward the sound of Rose’s voice, and I see why the mattress is making so much noise.
Rose is on her feet, in the middle of the mattress, bouncing up and down lightly.
“I know jumping’s not a good idea,” she says, “but this is fun enough.”
The vision of Rose’s tits bobbing wildly sends all my blood rushing straight back to my cock. I immensely enjoy watching Rose take in that show with sheer joy, even clapping her hands a couple times as she witnesses my dick springing to rock-hard life.
I roll over onto my other side and see my pants on the floor. I reach into the left front pocket and pull out my wallet.
“What are you doing?” Rose asks casually, still bouncing.
I pull out the one condom I have, hidden behind my driver’s license.
“I’m trying to always have one on me no matter what.” I place the condom in an easy-to-reach spot by a pillow.
“You ready to use that now?”
I turn back towards Rose and bask in the sight of her smiling and lightly bouncing. I have no doubt it’s the best thing I’ve ever seen in my life.
I lie silently and appreciate this perfect moment.
Then I rise to my feet, facing Rose as she continues to jump up and down, grinning radiantly.
“I’m just putting it nearby—the condom, I mean...in case I need it later.”
I see Rose helping herself to an eyeful of my cock, which is still as stiff as it’s ever been.
“But first,” I continue, “it’s your turn.”
“My turn for what?”
“To feel so good that you’ll rise above the limits of time and space.”
