Chapter 19
Beth
For the first time in a week, I’m waking up in Jacob’s arms and I couldn’t be happier. I’ve gotten used to waking up with him each morning and, with us being in two places, it was harder to sleep, which never occurred when I was single. The soft snoring sounds he makes, the body heat shared as we're pressed close together, the middle-of-the-night nookie: these are the relationship perks I missed while I was away from him this week.
We spoke for hours last night, talking about everything and nothing at the same time. We discussed the upcoming trial, the work that was happening at home, and then lastly Brad’s involvement and deception for the past year. Jacob didn’t directly say it, but his body language shows that he seems incredibly hurt that his cousin would manipulate him and his trust as he has. The friendship that he thought was strong between them was a complete joke. The amount of time they spent together, going on random trips, joking around and just being around one another has Jacob questioning the past year.
However, waking up pressed against his naked toned body has me feeling all the feels this morning. We go into court first thing tomorrow morning and, while I’m not looking forward to it, I’m certainly looking forward to my boyfriend being officially not married. I’m looking forward to there being no invisible ties that hold us back from moving forward with our relationship, wherever that may be.
His grasp tightens around my waist and he pulls me closer to him. I smile as I feel him pressing his erection against my ass as he breathes me in. He makes a low growl in his throat as I turn my head a little to look at him.
“Morning, beautiful,” his sleepy voice rasps.
“Hey there.”
“You been up long?” he asks me.
“No, just a few minutes.”
"I hope you don’t mind but, I want to take you to brunch and then do standard touristy things with you today." he says while nibbling on my ear.
"I vote for more sex. Vegas isn’t going anywhere." I point out while turning my body so we’re facing one another.
“That may be true, but we will do things that couples do. Such as getting out of bed."
"Couples stay in bed, too." I pout.
"You're gonna be the death of me, woman.” He groans, tilting his head back against the pillow. “Let's get going, a busy day awaits us." He starts to get out of bed but I reach for his arm; however, he's too fast and determined as he leaps towards the bathroom. He stops at the doorway, lingers and then licks his lips.
“Are you going to join me in the shower?”
“I thought you said no?” I tease.
“That doesn’t mean we can’t get to the fuckery while we’re in the process of getting ready for our day.” He laughs as I throw the covers off me and spring into action.
He was true to his word as he methodically washes me in the shower. And to return the favor, I pay special attention while running my hands over his body, my hands lingering as they slide along the length of his dick. Once we rinse off the soap, Jacob slides to his knees and places my leg over his shoulder. He teases my entrance with a swipe of his tongue making my whole body suddenly quake. He uses the tip of his finger to breach my entrance and then moves in and out of my sex.
He gets me off in record time and then refuses my advances to reciprocate, pushing me out of the shower, and mumbling something about food and then plans. He got out first and pulls me out by wrapping me in a towel. He rubs my body dry as he keeps me moving into the bedroom. He sits me on the bed and runs the towel the length of my legs, all the way up to my sex. He places open mouthed kisses along my inner thigh and changes locations and runs the towel across my shoulders and back, leaving my breasts exposed for him to push his face between them to playfully motorboat me. He pulls back and stands as if that was a regular occurrence.
I notice the bulge under his towel and reach to unwrap him while licking my lips. He stops my hands, and with a smile he bends and kisses me quickly.
“I wasn’t fucking around when I told you that we have breakfast and plans.”
“Tease.” I stick out my bottom lip again and cross my arms over my breasts.
“I love it when you pout, makes me want to pull on your bottom lip and suck it.” He grabs my bottom lip between his thumb and pointer finger, gives a little tug then releases.
“So mister, what’s on the agenda?”
“While you were back home, I ate at Olives and it was amazeballs. So, I wanted to eat there again, but this time with my favorite lady. It’s nice and right by the water. I thought afterwards, we could take a walk and then do a show or something.”
“Amazeballs?” I laugh.
“You know, you always choose one word to fixate on when I say something?”
“I heard everything you said, but “amazeballs” doesn’t sound like a word that you’d use.”
“I have used a lot of words like that.” He smiles proudly.
“I have a few choice words for you.”
“And what would those be?”
I stand up and look him straight in the eyes. “I want you to forget your plans. I haven’t physically been near you in a week. I want you to fuck me ten ways to Sunday, in every position, hard and fast, soft and slow. I want you to make me sore, like I would feel you for a week straight. I want your dick so far in me, that I feel it in my throat and mourn you when you’re not inside me. And after all that, I want you to tongue fuck my mouth like I’m water in the desert.”
If that doesn’t get me fucked then I don’t know what will, and I would have to say that he has amazing restraint.
Jacob
I’m about to fall over from the blunt words that she just voiced, even knowing that I likely have a kickstand, what with my dick so hard right now. I try to think of something to channel the blood elsewhere, but her words had imagery and I would love nothing but to fuck her for the entire day, hell for the rest of my life.
I keep telling myself over and over that this relationship will be different, that I will do everything in my power to do things outside of the bedroom. But when she propositions me like that, how is a guy supposed to stand there and say no? I haven’t seen her in person in a week, and the tug and release sessions via video chat were not the same, even though it was super-hot.
I clear my throat and slow my breathing, noticing how fast my heart has started beating. I feel the blood releasing from my groin area and I shake my leg out as I attempt to get blood flow elsewhere.
“Just as I’ve said before, you’ll be the death of me. Get dressed, woman. I want to be a tourist with you” It takes everything in me to spit those words out when all I want to do was bend her over, take her and make her words a reality. But I need to do this, we need to do this, be a normal out of the bedroom couple. I had to turn away before I gave into my primal needs. I want to make the most out of this shitty time here in Vegas with her, with the woman that I love. You never know if this trial will make or break us up. Regardless, I want the success of this relationship to be number one and that means doing couple things in a touristy town.
Fucking your girlfriend when she wants you to – that’s success in a relationship.
***
We ate lunch in a semi private area, overlooking the water. The meal was amazing, just as I remembered, but even better with Beth’s company. She made all the stress that I was under, less stressful overall. She made being here in Las Vegas a lot easier to deal with. Everything is a little bit better with Beth present in my life.
We ate in a comfortable silence, with noises of appreciation of our meals. Our eyes met periodically throughout the meal and we shared smiles between one another. Once we finish, I pay the bill and lead her out of the restaurant. We walk hand-in-hand through the throngs of people on the street as just your standard tourist. No one knows who we are and we don’t bring any special attention to ourselves. I wanted to do the silly things that people did while they were here and, first things first, we were riding the roller coaster at New York, New York Hotel & Casino. What would usually take twenty minutes to walk, took us double that stopped and watched the guy with the fake baby pretending to be one of The Hangover guys, or we would get stopped by traffic. We weren’t paying any attention to timelines, we were just walking and enjoying each other’s company. Beth would lean into me and I would kiss her head while we waited for our turn to go across the street. When we finally came to our destination, it took some figuring out just how to get to the roller coaster. Once we were in the vicinity, Beth got excited to play of the arcade games, so we played some air hockey and a few other games before finally purchasing our tickets for the roller coaster.
The line for the ride was long, as if we were at an amusement park. We stood in line attached to one another as if we were teenagers new to the relationship. I’d sneak kisses against her temple and she’d lean her body into mine. She wrapped herself around me almost like a koala. We appeared to be simply two people enamored with one another, which wasn’t a lie. To me, this was entirely new. Previously I didn’t know what it’s like to be captivated by a woman like this, but now I know that I enjoy it. I especially enjoy the fact that it is with her. While I’m new to navigating the whole relationship thing, I feel solid in who we are to one another. I want to be continuously touching her, kissing her, near her. I want her to be involved in every thought that I have, and to never leave my side. I want her to be forever mine. I’m learning that these are the ways of being in a committed relationship and not one bit of it scares the shit out of me anymore.
It was our turn and, after we were strapped in, it felt like it took forever for our ride to start. We crept out of the holding deck, climbed up the incline and, after a brief moment overlooking the city, we were shooting down then over and down. I could hear Beth’s laughter over the rush of the wind; it was a mixture of laughter and screaming, but more on the laughter side. When we first went upside down, I felt my stomach give out. I love that sensation, yet I still white knuckled the bar across my lap, while Beth’s cheerful laughter caused me to laugh in return. Minutes later, the ride was over and when I looked over at Beth, her smile was perfect. She wore the simple joy of a child, and the glow of the aftermath of an orgasm.
It was at that moment when I knew that I couldn’t wait to tell her.
I had to tell her just how in love with her I was.