Chapter 23: Eyes On Me

**Chase**

I don’t know why I said that out loud, and her silence is only adding to my embarrassment. What am I expecting from her? It’s only been two days, and yet here I am getting swept up in my emotions like a damn teenager; like fucking Romeo when he first laid eyes on Juliet. She’s getting married Chase, take her back to the damn boat. I start to stand but Lena holds me back; her eyes pining with a look I can’t quite place. She shifts suddenly to her knees, throws a leg over my thighs and straddles me, resting her hands on my shoulders. Her lips curve into a small smile before leaning in to kiss me, but I turn my face away. “Lena, I didn’t bring you here for that.” My voice is shaky, but I can’t stop my eyes from flickering up and down her gorgeous body through my peripherals. She places a single finger against my lips before murmuring, “I know you didn’t.” She teasingly slips the straps of the kaftan down her arms, her hard nipples poking out from underneath her bikini top. Her hands graze my shoulders again, then my torso before she tugs at the hem of my shirt. In one fail swoop, I lift it off before locking eyes with her. I can no longer hear the soft crashing of waves through the cavern crevices, or the water droplets that echo as they drip from stone around us. Only she exists, the stillness amplifying our tension as everything else fades away.

Her soft hands explore my arms and chest, before she leans in again, this time leaving light kisses along my collarbone. I wrap an arm around her, causing her hips to gyrate timidly as my erection grows against her. I should stop this from going any further, but as if possessed, my other hand explores her body, sliding past her bathing suit top to caress her full breasts, her moan sending shivers down my spine when I pinch her nipple gently. She moves back, bending down to untie my swimming trunks and release my cock from its immoral prison; but when she scoots down further, I’m assuming to put those pretty little lips around my cock, I tug at her arm, pulling her back up to face me. While mounted above me, I help her slip out of the rest of her jumper and untie her bathing suit bottoms. I run my hands up and down her glowing, naked body before pulling her lips to mine. She moans into my mouth when I rub her wet folds, circling her clit tenderly; her arousal dripping down my fingers and onto her inner thighs. “Mmmm, already so wet for me,” I murmur before sliding two fingers inside her pussy. God, this woman is… indescribable. Even if I had the self control to stay away, I wouldn’t stop myself. I suck on her flawless nipples as she rides my fingers, her hands buried deep in my hair, her euphoric wails echoing off the walls. I could get her off like this, but I want to be inside her, I need to indulge in her heaven. I slip my fingers out and move my hands to her hips, lowering her onto my cock slowly so she can adjust to the girth filling her. She is an ethereal beauty the way her long curls cascade over her shoulders; her doe eyes fixed on me, glimmering with innocence and mischief. She closes them when she reaches the base of my shaft but I grab her chin before she can be swept away, “eyes on me Lena.”

She winds up and down, grinding in a circular motion each time she returns to the bottom- fuck, she feels incredible! Our pants and moans echo in the cave surrounding us as we merge, the bioluminescence flashing and fluctuating to our pleasure as I thrust faster. “Are you on birth control?” I whisper against her lips, grabbing a handful of her curls as she whines through shallow breaths. “Yes,” she whimpers, her voice cracking as she bounces leisurely on top of me. “Can I come in you Lena?” I ask before I can stop myself, her eyes significantly wider as she contemplates my question. I thrust into her harshly, eliciting idyllic moans from her throat as the head of my cock grazes her cervix. “I asked you a question, little dove. Can I Come In You?” I whisper before gripping and smacking her perfect ass. “Agh! Yessss,” she cries out. “That’s fucking right- You are mine, you hear me?” I growl as I adjust my thumb to massage her swollen clit. I want to fucking ruin her for any other man. I want her to remember me each and everytime shes fucked, knowing she’ll never feel satiated unless I’m the one inside her, unless I’m the one quenching her thirst. “Oh my god Chase!” she howls, her movements erratic and wild as she slides her sweet pussy up and down my cock.

“Fuck Lena, just like that,” I groan, everything about this moment is overwhelming- her twinkling eyes, her honey aroma overtaking my senses, the ecstacy of her warmth suctioning me in. I support her weight and move her faster, her sublime pussy twitching as her orgasm approaches. She wraps her arms around my neck, kissing me fervently as she inches closer to bliss. “That’s it baby, come for me,” I say as she throws her head back, unraveling from the inside out, her body convulsing as the lights sparkle above us. I let out a moan and join her over the edge, my come filling her as she pulsates on me. It drips out gradually as we slow down, kissing between pants as we rock our hips together. She sighs before resting her head on my shoulder, kissing my neck as I run my hands up and down the center of her back. How can I convince this woman not to marry someone else?

**Lena**

“I should have a towel in my bag,” he whispers against my shoulder in between soft kisses. Without getting up, he secures my waist in one arm before stretching for his backpack. He unzips and then rummages through it before letting out a soft chuckle. “Close enough I guess,” he says as he reveals a small washcloth. He gently lifts me, dampens the fluffy rag with his water bottle, then places it between my legs- cleaning he and I off my skin. I flinch when the cool cloth presses against my raw privates. “Are you okay,” his concerned voice questions and I look down to find him examining my red, blistered knees under the flashlight. “Am I okay,” I say with an insane giggle, “Chase…I’m...” I start, but I’m suddenly filled with an overwhelming aura of sadness. I want to tell him how hard I’m falling for him, that I don’t want this to end after we leave Cancun; I want to tell him that I too, have been waiting for someone like him my whole life- but the words remain lodged in my throat like a lump of stale bread. How can I say something like this to a technical stranger?

He rises to his feet, cups my chin, and envelopes me in a passionate kiss that brings me to the verge of tears. He pulls back and stares in my eyes for a moment, his expression seemingly aching as much as my own. Wrapping me in a gentle hug, we sway back and forth, both of us completely consumed in this bubble we’ve created with one another. Before I can muster the courage to tell him, he shifts away and starts gathering our clothes. My heart sinks as he helps me get dressed in silence, the warmth of our connection is overshadowed by the truth, by the harshness of our reality. “Come on Lena, let’s get you back to the boat.”

We make our way back to the raft with little effort. He helps me into the small yellow boat before he undoes the lines holding it in place. Chase gives it a gentle push, then takes a seat in front of me before the motor hums softly to life, sending us gliding back toward the yacht. As we drift across the pitch black water, I gaze up at the stars, their light piercing through the darkness surrounding us now. As I glance back at Chase, I notice a profound longing in his eyes. “What’s the matter?” I ask, tilting my head in curiosity as he continues to steer the raft forward. “Nothing,” he replies casually, but the tone of his voice says otherwise. “Then why do you look so angsty?” I press jokingly, while a knot simultaneously forms in the pits of my stomach... no, maybe my heart? “Do you really wanna know?” he asks, pausing the motor as we float in the stillness of the sea. “I’m wondering what will happen when this trip ends, when we go back to our normal lives,” he admits and though his voice is barely above a whisper, they hit me like a wave as he continues. “I don’t want to return to a world without you, where I won’t see you like this, where you get fucking married. Crazy right? We barely know each other. What right do I have to say anything?” Our gazes lock, and in that moment, everything feels possible and impossibly fragile. “Chase…” I start to say, but he holds up a hand, cutting me off mid sentence. “ Don’t worry about it,” he sighs, “it’s not fair of me to put this on you.”

I take a deep breath, filling my lungs with the salty air, trying to steady my racing thoughts. “I don’t want to either, is what I was going to say. I’m going to tell Jasper tomorrow that I can’t marry him. It’s not just about you, it never felt right between us anyway.” He looks at me with an expression I can’t quite make out in the night before restarting the motor of our raft. “Stay with me tonight,” he suddenly says, his voice steady yet tinged with languish. “What?” I squeak back, surprised by the response he chose. “I want you to stay with me,” he repeats, the vulnerability I couldn’t make out before now on full display. “Please.”