Yours to Own and Love

I blinked awake to the sound of the ocean waves gently lapping outside and the warm sunlight streaming through the windows. I felt cozy and content, and it wasn't until I realized I was still in his arms that I understood why. I turned to look at his sleeping face, and a slow grin spread across my lips.

This was the man who had taken my virginity, even if he didn't know it. In the movies I've seen, the one-night fling isn’t always so glamorous or sexy the next day.

But that’s not true in this case, at all.

In the morning light, my stranger is somehow even sexier. My eyes swept over his face, taking in the sharp jawline, the perfect cheekbones, and the dark stubble that covered his chin. In the morning light, he looked even more handsome than he had the night before.

I turned slowly in his arms, my eyes dragging over his chest and shoulders. His body was chiseled and smooth, like it had been carved out of marble. Tattoos swirled over his shoulder and down one arm, and I felt a thrill run through me as my fingertips traced over them. He's definitely older than I thought he was at the gala—certainly more like in his thirties. His skin is olive-toned, like he might be Greek or Italian or Spanish or something.

He stirs, growling in his sleep, and his grip on me tightens. I grin, feeling the thrill of that tight grip on me. His hips shift, and I gasp quietly as I feel his big cock brush against my thigh. He’s hard, and I chance pulling away from him and glancing down between us. My jaw drops.

Jesus Christ, how the hell did that even fit in me?

He’s huge, and thick, and just looking at it has my pulse quickening and my pussy growing wetter. I grin wickedly, thinking about the idea of just reaching down and touching him, or even just sliding on top of him and teaching myself a new way to feel that cock. But first, I glance over to the bedside table.

My eyes focus on the clock there, and suddenly, I gasp as I bolt upright. “Shit!” 8am!

The birthday isn’t until this afternoon, but I’ve got a hair appointment together with Marion. Oh who is she? She's my best friend and soon to be step mother. Yes, she's getting married to my Father in three months. Weird right?

Well was at first when I found out about them. I mean, Maverick, my dad, is forty. Marion is twenty—of course that’s going to be a little weird, right? Except, it’s not really, not with them. Yes, my dad is marrying a girl my age range, and some people would freak out about that. But not once you know them.

Marion is way older than her age, and my dad is young at heart. Plus, it’s not like he’s made a habit of dating young girls or anything creepy like that. They’ve never told me the specifics, but really, it just happened. And love is love, after all.

My gasped swear stirs my gorgeous stranger awake, and he grunts as he blinks. I turn, and he looks at me as he starts to grin. “Morning, beautiful,” he purrs. His arms circle me to pull me close, and I’m so close to letting him, before I stop.

“It’s… it’s late, and I’ve got this thing.”

He frowns and looks past me at the clock before he swears and sits bolt upright. “Fuck,” he grunts. “Yeah, it is. I’ve got somewhere to be too.”

I blush. “Sorry."

“Hey,” he grins , reaching out to cup my jaw. “Just so you know, last night was… fuck, angelo,” he growls. “Last night was amazing."

I blush deeply, and suddenly, I’m falling into him. Our lips meet, and I kiss him slowly before I pull back. “I really need to shower before I leave.” He chuckles." I should get go—”

“You can shower here if you want,” I blurt out. I turn like I’m casually reaching for my phone, but it’s actually to hide the fact that I’m physically cringing at how shitty I am at this whole one-night fling thing.

“Yeah? I’d love to.”

I blink and turn back. “You would?”

He grins. “Absolutely. As long as you’re sharing it with me.”

My face burns hot, and so does the heat between my legs. “Sure,” I breathe shyly.

He follows me into the bathroom a few minutes later, giving me time to pee and start the water first. The whole bungalow is designed to look like it’s made out of bamboo and palm fronds—almost like this “glamour camping” tiki feel. Except, it’s also a five-start luxury resort, and I know these bungalows are upwards of two-thousand dollars a night. Perks of having a billionaire dad, what can I say.

The shower is open at the top to the air and covered only by palm tree fronds. I blush at my nakedness in front of him, despite everything, as I step through the glass doors into the gorgeous, huge shower. He follows, keeping close to me even though there are like four shower heads in here.

And I don’t mind one bit. I shampoo and rinse, and then reach for the soap. I glance at him as he washes his own hair, and that spark inside of me burns hot as I let my eyes drink him in. Eyes closed, he tilts his head back to rinse his dark black hair, and I bite my lip to stop the moan that wants to escape. I mean, God, he’s freaking perfect, like a freaking Armani model standing right in front of me, and totally naked. His muscles ripple, and when my eyes drop lower, I blush at the sight of his big dick.

He’s not even hard and the thing is hanging heavy and swollen between his muscled legs. Heat pulses through me, and I moan quietly. I want more of him. A lot more of him. But I know that’s stupid. I know you’re not supposed to do that with a one-night fling, right?

He opens his eyes and grins as he totally busts me staring at his cock.

“Eyes up here, Angelo.”

I blush fiercely and turn away. “Sorry,” I mumble.

“Don’t be.” I gasp at his growled words as he comes up behind me. His hands slide over my hips and then up my sides, making me shiver. They slide around to cup my soapy breasts, and his fingers roll over my nipples, making me moan quietly. But I reluctantly pull away, biting my lip.“Sorry, I…”

“We’re in a rush,” he murmurs, half smiling. “I get it.”

We finish rinsing off and step out to towel off. But the whole time, I’m still on freaking fire for him, sneaking peaks of him toweling off that body made for sin.

Out of the bathroom, I slip on a lacy black thong and matching bra, and then pull on a light rainbow coloured breezy dress. My actual dress is waiting with Marion as she had to take them for finishing touches. I’m glancing at the dress in the mirror and smoothing it out when suddenly, he’s moving behind me.

I gasp as his hands wrap around my waist and pull me close against him, and when I look back at the mirror, I moan realizing he’s still naked.

“I want you,” he growls thickly, his voice edged and primal. “I can’t let you walk out of here without feeling you again, Angelo,” he purrs.

I can feel his cock against my ass through the thin dress—so freaking hard and throbbing, and instantly, I’m soaked. I can’t even make words as I slowly nod my head, my pulse racing.

“Please,” is all I can gasp out. But it’s all he needs.