Didn’t want to wake her up just yet.
Savoring this moment—the first time I ever woke up next to Corrie—was too important.
That pleasant smell of lilac wafted through the air, a combination of the flowers and the beautiful woman next to me. I closed my eyes as I breathed in the sweet scent, my fantasies running wild.
Straining against the stretchy material of my gym shorts, my cock was rock-hard and prepared for action. We were already in a bed, which was convenient for all the things I wanted to do.
How easy it would’ve been to roll Corrie onto her back. Slide her shorts and panties off. Position myself between her legs and thrust home.
But I wanted my first time to be special. Romantic. Epic.
Corrie deserved that, too. I wanted her experience with me to eclipse all others. Maybe I wouldn’t be her first, but I damn well would be her best.
Surprisingly, I wasn’t all that hungover. I probably wouldn’t be drinking that much again in a long time, if ever, but aside from some cotton mouth and a slight headache, I didn’t feel too bad.
Loud clanking and drilling from outside made Corrie stir.
Construction for tonight was already underway.
The sun was barely up, but a lot of hustle and bustle was happening down on the beach. A building crew had been brought to the island to erect a stage by the shore. The sing-off would be filmed at sunset, with the ocean in the background.
Despite yesterday’s rehearsal mishaps, I was getting excited. Mostly because I’d get to perform my duet with Stan. It’d been too long since I was in the spotlight with my guitar.
Corrie sighed, and when I looked down, she was blinking up at me with sleepy eyes.
“Truth dare,” she whispered, and I smiled.
“Anything.” And I meant that. I’d give her all my secrets.
“So you really think we can make this work?” Warm breath fanned over my nipple as she spoke. “You and me, like, long-term? I just want to make sure you’re sure.”
I was glad she asked, because we both needed the reassurance.
The leisurely kiss she placed on my bare pec spoke volumes—there was an easy-going confidence in the display of affection. Natural.
Not scared.
I’d gained her trust back.
“Yeah, I do,” I said honestly. “If we both want it badly enough.”
“I want it.” A quiet confession. “We’re just different people now. I kind of feel like we’re starting over from square one, because we’re not who we used to be. Plus, I’m finally letting you see the real me—all of it, even the not-so-good stuff.”
“You’re right. We’ve both changed.” The impact of my parents’ death had shifted who I was a long time ago, and I would never be the same. And I was sure the heartbreak I’d inflicted on Corrie had its lasting effects on her, too. “But don’t you think it means something that we still want to be together? Who we were then and who we are now… the way we feel about each other hasn’t changed. In my opinion, that’s pretty special. I’ll always want you, no matter what either of us go through.” I gave her a squeeze. “And I think all your stuff is good.”
I felt her smile against my skin.
“Yeah,” she agreed. “We’re pretty special.” The jack-hammer sounds got louder. Corrie harrumphed and burrowed deeper under the covers. Her voice came out muffled when she complained, “Did they have to start so early?”
I chuckled.
My girl wasn’t a morning person. I liked that about her because it was something we had in common. In the future, I could see us spending hours being lazy together before we crawled out of bed.
But that wouldn’t be happening today. I had other plans.
“Actually, I’m kind of glad you’re awake because I want to take you somewhere.” I yanked back the covers.
Corrie raised her head and quirked her eyebrow. “It doesn’t involve clams or flying squirrels, does it?”
“Not exactly,” I replied carefully. Her lips twisted to the side, but I didn’t give her a chance to interrogate me. “Let’s get going. Everyone’s probably still asleep and we can slip away before anyone sees us. Oh, and you’re going to need sunscreen.”
“This place is amazing!” Corrie exclaimed, turning in a full circle as she looked at the cove. “Totally worth the workout.”
Bending and struggling for air, I braced my hands on my knees. Workout? For her or for me?
About halfway here, she’d spotted a crab coming out of the water. She’d screamed at the top of her lungs, claiming it was trying to attack her. So I had her hop onto my back. I carried her the rest of the way, and now every muscle in my body was burning from exertion.
Apparently, long walks on the beach weren’t Corrie’s thing.
Some complaints had been issued during the mile trek in the sand—her legs were still sore from horseback riding, she wished we were riding Dolly and Fergus instead of walking, and she was hungry for the leftover sandwiches she’d left in the fridge in her room.
She didn’t know it, but I’d packed some in the beach bag I brought. I didn’t want to be presumptuous by also including condoms and the apple pie lube Theo discreetly slipped into my pocket yesterday. But yeah, I was being presumptuous.
Because I wanted Corrie to be the one. My only one.
All our best firsts had involved water, so I couldn’t imagine a better place for this to happen.
Corrie walked over to the rock wall and ran her fingers over the man-made grooves in the stone, tracing the evidence of all the couples who’d been here before us.
“So romantic,” she sighed, leaning over to study some of the messages. Her dress rode up, and a breeze ruffled the hem, giving me a glimpse of her ass.
I tried to form a response, but only a croak came out.
All my words fled because blood rushed to my cock at the thought of plunging into her wet heat. My fingers were suddenly ice cold, despite the rising temps as the sun rose higher in the sky.
The fact that sex was a probability today hit me full-force.
Corrie hadn’t come right out and said she wanted to fuck, but she’d been sending some pretty obvious signals while I carted her here.
The way her legs squeezed my waist, pressing her pussy against my lower back. Her fingernails, dipping into the collar of my shirt and scraping my nipples. The sensual kisses she placed on my neck.
It was the best kind of foreplay. Physical affection was never lacking when Corrie was around, and I loved that.
I just hoped I lived up to her expectations.
While she had her back turned, I quickly removed the floral bedsheet from the bag and spread it out on the ground. Then I took out the thin glass vase with some lilacs in it and stuck the bottom in the sand by the top right corner of the blanket.
Deciding my setup might not be enough of a hint, I pulled my shirt over my head. The article of clothing had just dropped from my fingers when Corrie gasped.
“Oh my God. There was an Aiden and Corrie here before. How weird is that?” She turned to me while pointing at my handiwork.
“We’re the only Aiden and Corrie on that wall.” Proud, my grin broke free. The day I’d come here with Theo, I etched a music note into the stone and put our names together in the head.
“You did this?” she whispered, glancing back and forth between the wall and the blanket.
I nodded. “Corrie, I brought you here to show you how much you mean to me. How glad I am that we found each other again.”
“And also to get laid?” She smiled coyly.
I barked out a laugh at her candidness. “Is it working?”
“Yup,” she responded, her gaze falling to my bare torso, lingering there before going lower.
The tent in my shorts was ridiculously prominent. She licked her lips.
Fuck yes.
A silent communication passed between us as we locked eyes. We both wanted this—wanted each other—and everything that came with a committed relat
ionship.
We were past the point of no return.
Corrie didn’t say anything as she lifted the bottom of her dress. All the air whooshed from my lungs when she yanked it over her head, exposing her perfect tits, no bra obstructing my view.
I saw her boobs the other day, but this was different than being in the ocean.
With several feet between us, I was able to study her from a distance, getting the full picture. I admired her flat stomach and the slight flare of her hips. Slender thighs leading down to delicate ankles and the only pair of feet on this earth that I liked.
Her sunburn had faded, giving her skin a sun-kissed glow. Tan lines extended down from her neck, like two arrows leading to the pink nipples I wanted in my mouth. Light purple locks, messy from sleeping, made her appear otherworldly in the early morning sunlight.
She made me so happy it hurt.
I rubbed at my sternum where my heart felt so full, I feared it would burst.
Running her finger over the front of her black panties, Corrie cringed. “Sorry I don’t have anything sexier.”
“Are you kidding? The underwear that looks like little shorts? That’s my favorite kind.” When she narrowed her eyes skeptically, I insisted, “I’m serious. Would you do me a favor and turn around?”
She did as I asked, and I groaned when I saw the way the elastic arced over the curve of her ass cheeks.
“So I shouldn’t take them off?” she teased, grinning over her shoulder while wiggling her hips.
“Nope,” I responded. Her face fell, and I laughed. “I’d rather be the one to do it.”
Before she had a chance to react, I closed the feet between us. I scooped her up, one arm under her shoulders, the other under her knees.
Doing my best to ignore her nudity—because I was already so hard it was painful—I walked us over to the blanket and dropped to my knees.
I gently lowered her to the soft surface, spreading her body out as if she was my most prized possession.
Her legs fell open, and I caressed the length of her body, starting from her toes to the top of her thighs. Up her stomach and around the swells of her breasts.
Threading my fingers through her hair, I fanned it outward like a halo on the ground. Then I took her wrists and positioned them on either side of her head.
She was completely at my mercy, and the pure trust aimed at me from her heavy-lidded eyes was astounding.
“You trust me, baby?” I just wanted to hear her say it.
“Yes.”
There was a darkened spot on her panties, damp from her arousal. I curled a finger through the leg hole and ran my digit back and forth.
Corrie let out a high-pitched gasp when I grazed her wet slit.
My cock throbbed, twitching so violently that it was like the damn thing was trying to abandon ship and dive out of my shorts.
Fuck. I needed to stop torturing myself.
I dropped down until my face hovered right over hers.
Mewling impatiently, she arched her back until her tits brushed against my chest.
“You wanna be touched here?” Gliding a hand over her ribcage, I let the tip of my middle finger stroke the underside of her breast.
“Please,” she begged, nodding.
I tried not to blow like an amateur as I kissed her while palming her round tit, lightly pinching the nipple.
She moaned into my mouth. Such an encouraging sound.
Disconnecting our kiss, I dipped my head and closed my lips around one of her nipples. Both of her hands speared through my hair, clutching the strands as I sucked on the hardened peak. I moved to the other breast, repeating the action.
Panting, Corrie began moving her hips, searching for friction, just like the other day in the ocean. Letting her tit leave my mouth with a pop, I broke away long enough to sit up and drag her panties down.
Something in my stomach flipped at the sight of her pussy.
She was shaved. Completely. And I found it funny that I’d wondered if I’d finally get to find out what her natural hair color was. Apparently, today wasn’t that day.
Shaking my head, I snickered, and Corrie took it the wrong way. Frowning, she started to cover herself, but I caught her hand.
“I’m not laughing at you,” I promised. “I just thought I’d finally get to see if you’re a brunette or a blonde.” Smirking, my tone turned husky when I skimmed my fingertips over the smooth skin above her mound. “But I’m not disappointed by this. At. All.”
Tugging at my shorts with her cute-as-fuck toes, Corrie said, “It’s your turn.”
Thank God for gym shorts and easy access. It didn’t take much to push them off, and I kicked them to the side. They ended up somewhere in the sand along with Corrie’s panties.
We were officially butt-ass naked on a beach in broad daylight.
And I loved every second of it. So far, we were off to a great start.
But there was no way I was going to last. I wasn’t even inside Corrie yet, but I could feel a bead of precum gathering at my tip.
My hard cock bobbed between us, and Corrie’s previously playful demeanor shifted as she stared at it with comically enlarged eyes.
“You okay?” I asked, dropping my head to try to catch her gaze. “Nervous?”
A strange sense of relief hit me when she nodded. Knowing I wasn’t the only one feeling anxious in this situation gave me comfort.
“It’s just a big step,” Corrie said quietly. “I’m ready. It’s just… once we do this, we can’t go back.”
“I don’t want to go back,” I told her, my voice getting deeper with emotion. “I don’t want to go back to life without you. Ever. I just hope I can make you as happy as you make me.”
“You do,” she assured me, complete transparency in her island eyes.
I was about to take her happiness level up a notch. Well, hopefully. I’d never given anyone an orgasm with my hands before—except for myself, which was totally different.
Slipping my fingers between Corrie’s legs, I groaned when I discovered how soaked she was.
“How do you like to be touched?” I asked, sliding over her opening.
“Um.” She bit her lip and put her fingers on top of mine. She moved our hands up a couple inches. “Here. My clit. Circles.” I felt a small nub there, and when I followed Corrie’s instructions, she closed her eyes and tipped her head back. “Faster. A little harder.”
I did as she said, drawing tight, round motions over the place that made her breathing shallow and ragged. When I slipped down to her entrance, I used some of her wetness to get a smoother glide. Looked like we wouldn’t be needing the lube.
I paid close attention to Corrie’s every reaction.
She sighed when I lightly traced the area just outside her clit. Her breath hitched when I pinched it between my thumb and forefinger. She let out a raspy whimper when I increased the pressure with the pad of my middle finger.
It wasn’t much different than learning a new instrument. The right technique produced the desired sounds.
Corrie’s hand grasped my bicep, and her nails dug into my skin.
“I think—” she panted. “I think I might come soon.”
“Good.”
“But I want you inside me when it happens.”
My cock jumped, the happy fucker. “Really?”
“Think you can keep that up during sex?” Corrie tipped her chin toward my fingers on her clit.
“These are guitar hands, baby,” I replied cockily. “Dexterity is kind of my jam.”
“Then I’m good to go.”
Holy fuck, this was really happening.
I groped around in the beach bag until my grip closed around a condom. With shaking hands, I ripped the square package open.
Now for the hard part.
Trying to appear like I knew what I was doing, I mimicked what we’d done in health class in high school. Only then, it was bananas. Rolling a rubber on a curved fruit was a little different than s
liding it onto my own cock, but I managed.
I held in a hiss when the band squeezed the base of my girth to the point of uncomfortable.
Was it supposed to be this tight? I knew the latex was supposed to stay on, but damn. Maybe I didn’t have the right size. The condoms provided in the care pack were a one-size-fits-all. Not to brag, but my dick was above average by about three inches.
Oh, well. The reward was worth the discomfort.
With my gaze glued to Corrie’s glistening pussy, I dragged the head of my dick up and down a few times, letting the anticipation build while coating the condom with enough wetness to slide in.
Then I positioned the tip at Corrie’s entrance and lowered my head to give her a kiss.
“Ready?” My lips brushed against hers.
“Ready.”
With a powerful thrust, I surged forward until my dick was about halfway in. Corrie whimpered and I moaned.
“Oh, fuck.” My entire body trembled from how her impossibly snug walls squeezed my cock. “So tight.”
My eyes slammed shut at the overwhelming sensation. Resting my forehead against Corrie’s, I slid out, then pushed back in. I repeated the action a few times until I was rooted all the way inside her.
Everything outside of our little bubble disappeared.
The sounds of rushing waves and seagulls faded away. I forgot we were outside. I didn’t think about the pressure of being responsible for seven contestant’s futures.
All I knew was that Corrie was mine and I was hers.
I looked down at her small body, and knowing my cock was stuffed inside of it, knowing we were fully connected had me ready to blow.
Bracing myself on my elbows, I held completely still because if I moved even a little, I was going to come. And that would’ve been mortifying.
Nuzzling Corrie’s neck, I breathed in the smell of lilacs as I tried to get myself under control. Our chests were pressed together, heart to heart, and the beat of her pounding pulse matched mine.
Nothing had ever been this right. This perfect.
I was home.
FIRE! AND NOT THE BURNING passion kind. Or even the sunburn kind—which was actually preferable to this.
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