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“Yes,” I answer without having to even think about it. Dex nods his head once.
“Alright, then. But not here, let me take you to our room. I want this to be special for you, and I want to take my time.” He finishes with a wicked smile I won’t soon forget.
Our room. I think, while at the same time, saying, “okay.”
Dex
Chapter 27
Sliding my large button-down around Lanie’s shoulders, I make sure she is covered while I collect all her belongings. The last thing I need is for one of the crew to find her panties,those are mine.
Shoving her clothing into my back pocket, I lean down and pick her up, cradling her to my chest like I’ve done so many times at home. I don’t tell her that I intend to carry her like this one day across the threshold, as my wife, even though I think about it often.
Walking into the main cabin, I pass our opulent surroundings heading straight for our room. Lanie is still in awe of the place, it's hard to imagine such a beautiful setting belonging to a boat like this—a yacht as everyone likes to remind me—but it does. From the crown molding to the solid gold accents and nautical themes everywhere. Every inch of the place screams money. It’s the exact opposite of the one I’ll buy for us in the future. Ours will be usable, more family-friendly, less pretentious.
Entering our room, I kick the door shut behind me and lay Lanie down on the king-sized bed. Lying beside her, I lean in for a kiss. Not a kiss intended to lead anywhere, just a kiss to show her I love her.
When I pull away, I know I need to be sure this is what she wants. “Are you sure about this, Lanie? I swear to you we don’t have to rush anything. This whole weekend is just about you.”
Truthfully, I had to take a minute to calm myself the fuck down. The image of Lanie coming on the deck of this boat will forever be my favorite fantasy.Even now, I’m trying to think of wrinkly balls and poopy diapers so I don’t come just from the image ingrained in my brain.
“All about me?” She parrots.
“Yes, of course. I want you to trust me completely, Lanie. When you give your body over to me, I want to make sure it’s because it's what you want, not because you think it’s what I expect.”
She watches me closely. “This weekend is all about me? And what I want?”
“That’s what I said,” I say, smiling, trying to lighten the mood. I would never want her to feel pressured.
“Then what I want, Dex, what I need, right now, is you,” the confident sass, although a bit shaky, is starting to come back, I see it in her eyes.
I exhale a long breath I wasn’t aware I was even holding. “You hold all the cards here, Lanie. If you change your mind at any time, I want you to tell me. I’ll go back to just holding you all night and be the happiest man on the earth, I swear to you.” She nods in understanding, gripping the sheets below her so tightly, her knuckles are white.
“Lay down, baby. You need to relax. You said you trust me, let me take care of you. Let me show you what you’ve been missing.”
“Yes,” is all she says.
Slowly unbuttoning my shirt she is wearing, I take it off one shoulder at a time. When she is naked once again, I immediately feel all the blood run to my shaft and I have to take a calming breath. “Tell me what you want, Lanie?”
“I want to see you, all of you,” and my dick tries to explode.
“Do you now?” I can’t help but smile. “What the lady wants, the lady gets.”
I stand, and in one swift move, kick my shorts and boxer briefs to the floor. Standing next to the bed, I let her look.
When she reaches out to take me in her hand, I hiss. “Fu-uck, Lanes.”
Her hand, so soft and delicate, runs up and down my shaft while I struggle for control. After a few minutes, I have to step away. She looks nervous and I realize this beautiful creature is all kinds of insecure. I should have figured that out much sooner than I did.
“If you keep that up, we won’t get very far.”
She smiles, finally understanding.
Climbing onto the bed, I hover over her, resting on my forearms so I don’t crush her. Gently, I lean down to kiss her while I snake my right arm down her body to cup her pussy. She moans into my mouth and my control is quickly slipping.
“I have to make sure you’re ready for me, Lanes. It’ll hurt if you’re not ready,” I warn her.
“I’m ready,” she protests, and I chuckle. “I’m really, really ready.”
