Looking out at the ocean, I’ve got not a worry in the world. There are no paparazzi here and the news that the one from the other day isn’t pressing charges is incredible. I’m not sure why, or how we got so lucky…but we did. My eyes are on Latch as he plays in the waves like he’s a little kid and I can picture our son or daughter playing with him. He’s gonna be such an amazing dad.

We’ve been in Connecticut for a few days now and that means a few days closer to leaving, which I absolutely do not want to do. I love it here – the solitude of this quaint little beach town is perfect. I could picture us living by the water and doing just this every day.

The sun is hot and I need to cool down. Walking towards Latch, he dives under a wave and when he comes up from the water, he brushes his hair out of his face and wipes the water away from his eyes.

Walking to him, I have the biggest smile on my face and he asks me, “What?”

“Can we move here?” I ask as serious as ever.

He kisses me and pulls our bodies into the cool waters of the Atlantic. “You’d really want to?”

“Yeah, I mean, why not? What would make us raise our baby in the city, especially with how crazy the paparazzi have gotten? Besides Maris, there’s nothing there for us. Plus, she travels a lot, and when she’s home she could come stay with us for as long as she wants.”

He looks me in the eye, trying to read if I am being serious and then looks around at this amazing place and says, “You’re right, let’s move here.”

I smile as we are wrapped together and kiss him hard, getting a chill from the water, but quickly it drifts away as I am lost in the moment, in him, and the man that he is. Yeah, he might look like a badass, covered in tattoos and all muscular, but he is the most caring man I’ve ever known. He always puts me first and that’s the best feeling in the world. The waves crash against us and inside I feel like now is the right time to say those three little words. Pulling away, he holds my face and I search for my voice.

“I love you, Abby,” he says, instantly taking my breath away. With his hands still on the sides of my face, I hold on to his neck and respond, “Latch, I love you!”

He kisses me again and swoops me out of the water. This time carrying me back to our little oasis on the sand. As I look into his eyes, there is desire beaming from him. He wants me just as much as I want him.

Gently he lays me on my back on the soft beach blanket and then looks around to be sure there is no one in sight. “I’m going to fuck you, right here, right now, okay?”

I nod, rubbing my hand over his hard shaft. He grinds it against me a few times and then unties his shorts. I look down to see the head of his cock throbbing for me. Urging my hips upwards, with my swimming suit pushed to the side, he burrows his way inside of me.

“Fuck, I love your pussy,” he murmurs and I bite my bottom lip. His cock is my favorite indulgence in the entire world. Kissing my neck and pumping in and out of me, I hold on to his biceps as my knees are slacked to the side, letting him fuck me.

Heat spreads hotter than the sun through my body as each movement of his is matched with a grunt. “Yes,” I whine, tightening my pussy. He gets louder, kissing and sucking harder on the skin of my neck and chest and I don’t think I’ve ever been so happy.

Resting up on his arms, the full length of his body shrouds mine as he picks up speed. Yearning blazes in his eyes as we stare into the depths of each other’s souls. I whimper with every thrust, so close to coming. Loving how nothing else matters, except for us – this. It doesn’t make a difference that we are on the beach. All of the worries of the past or the shit that we have to face are gone, it’s just Latch and I and our love.

My pussy tightens, wanting to come and I fight the feeling, not wanting this to end. “Don’t do that,” Latch orders me, looking at me wildly and I release the grip I have on his cock. He keeps moving, fucking me so perfectly. I look to the sky as the sun shines down on us. My fingernails dig into his ass, loving what he’s doing.

“Fuck, Latch,” I fight the feeling, knowing he is close from the sound of his labored breaths. His eyes are closed and his mouth is slightly open and I lose the battle. My pussy convulses, letting go, and I moan out as every single muscle in my body tenses. Latch strokes himself deeply, letting go right along with me. A stream of cum fills me as he let’s go, making my orgasm that much more intense. With every jolt of pleasure I’m facing, it is intensified by the wildness of his cock, pleasing me, riding me, and coming inside of me, only the way that Latch knows how to.

“How is she?” I ask Latch, as he hangs up the phone from talking to Maris.

“She’s good. She said she’s just been relaxing.”

“Nice, she deserves that,” I tell him, serving our dinner.

“She does. She was happy to hear the news about the paparazzo.”

I hand him a plate with his dinner on it and we head out back to eat on the deck that overlooks the ocean.

I set my food down and Latch pulls my chair out for me. “Why, such a gentlemen,” I tell him.

“Only for you,” he says and sits down himself. “So you really want to move here?”

“I do. I could see us being really happy here, couldn’t you?”

“Abby, I’m happy wherever you are.” He’s as genuine as ever and my heart gushes.

I watch him take the first bite of the chicken Florentine I made and smile when he closes his eyes, “Oh my God, this is amazing.”

“You like it?”

“I fuckin’ love it!”

I take a small bite and agree; it does taste delicious. Sitting across from Latch right now, I go with my gut and know that I am ready to face the music. “I want to file for divorce from Darrell when we get home. I don’t want his last name on the baby’s birth certificate.”

He swallows and looks at me with an uncertain expression. “Are you asking me to marry—?”

“I’m being serious!” I cut him off.

“I know you are, I’m only joking. Are you sure about it?”

“I’ve never been more sure of anything. You and this little one are my future.” I place my hand over my stomach and smile at Latch.

“I support whatever decisions you make, you know that, Abby.”