Across the Ocean (21 page)

Ari changes the angle of his hand so that his thumb is pressing down on my clit while his fingers fuck me hard. I can hear the wet slapping of his hand against my pussy and it
’s sexy enough to toss me over the edge.

My whole body tenses up as my orgasm shoots through me in wave after powerful wave. I
’m biting my shoulder to keep my noises silent while his hand continues pounding into me, keeping me high in my climax.

I bow over slightly as the tension within my body finally breaks loose. Ari
’s hand slows down to only an occasional swipe of his thumb against my clit to drag that last bit of pleasure out of me.

When he finally withdraws his hand from my pants, he lifts it up and sucks his fingers clean. Fuck, I love when he does that.
He loves the taste of me.
Loves me
.

Ari surprises me by pulling my pants and panties down to my knees, and unbuttons his own pants. Pulling out his cock, he slaps it once against my ass before guiding it to my entrance.

I’m still braced against the wall, so I stick my ass out enough to give him easier access. He slides slowly inside of me, resting his hands against my hips. He pushes as deeply as possible and I can almost feel him poking into my lower belly. I’m so full of him and it’s exactly what I want.

We hear a voice nearby and freeze. We listen carefully to hear the direction they
’re going in. Ari begins to move inside of me and I’m exhilarated that someone could walk by at any moment and catch him fucking me right here.

The person talking sounds like they
’re getting closer, only I can’t tell what direction they are coming from. I start to grind my ass against him, my excitement getting me hotter.

Ari
’s thrusts become shorter and quicker as the person sounds like they are entering the garden. I know he’s going to come soon, and honestly wouldn’t be surprised if I did too. He feels so fucking amazing inside of me.

“Oh wow, just look at this garden! These statues are just beautiful!” We hear a tourist exclaim near the gate we entered. Ari
’s hand covers my mouth to help me keep quiet while he begins to hammer inside of me, pounding against my g spot in rapid succession.

Ari suddenly tenses behind me as he begins to come, and his semen spurts so forcefully that I come with him at the same time. I start shuddering and trying my hardest to stay quiet, grateful that Ari has his hand there.

He’s groaning softly into my shoulder, quickly rubbing the rest of the climax out of us. Pulling out of me just a moment later, we struggle to quickly fix our pants before the people come to our corner of the garden.

I
’m so grateful the statue is here right now because my mind is blown. I just came twice. I can’t believe we just had sex in this awesome garden. I’m going to marry this guy. How did my life suddenly become so awesome?

Ari leans over and kisses me tenderly
while smoothing my bangs out of my face. He leans against the statue with me and a devilish grin forms on his face. We hear the tourists talk about going into the museum and their voices fade as they head in that direction.

We both laugh
in relief that we didn’t get caught.

“That was fun.” He chuckles a bit more, then becomes serious for a moment.

“The first time I brought you here, I knew I needed to marry you. You walked up those stairs and the bells were ringing. I just knew it was you.” Then he gives me a smirk. “The sex wasn’t planned, but I sure as hell enjoyed it.” I laugh with him because I did, too.

Grabbing my hand, Ari leads me out of the garden.

Ari

Brooke and I have stayed in bed the entire day, only leaving when absolutely necessary
. I wish we could stay like this forever.

I
’m so glad she said yes. I would have been lost without Brooke if she had left. The woman who bared her soul to me over the internet, trusting and confiding in me, has also become the perfect lover and partner.

Brooke hangs up her phone
and puts it on the side table next to her. She lies back on the bed and heaves a weary sigh.

“Emilia is far
cleverer than I’ve given her credit for. I think she knew all along what was going to happen. She didn’t even seem surprised that you asked me to marry you!” She’s grumbling about it, but I know she’s actually pleased that Emilia has been so supportive of Brooke and me getting together.

We’ve had a lot of sex o
ver these hours of laying here in bed, but mostly we’ve talked a lot. I explained to her that she’d be able to live and work here legally when we got married. At first she wondered if that was why I had proposed to her and if I wasn’t really ready to get married. I reminded her about the first time in the garden and she relaxed after that.

“I think Gunnar
was in on it, too. I thought you had left and he just told me to go home! He let me feel awful for the rest of the drive home, the bastard!” I’m actually really grateful for all of the support Gunnar has given me through all of this. Brooke nods in agreement.

“We need to find him a woma
n,” I murmur as Brooke’s face lights up. “I don’t want him to be the third wheel with us.”

“I know just the girl! At Hopið, in Tálknafjörður, there was a girl named Sophie. She was beautiful and she was completely checking Gunnar out. She totally wanted him. Maybe they
’d be a good match.”

I roll over and grab Brooke, kissing her noisily on the mouth. She wraps her arms and her body against me. I instantly forget anything about Gunnar or this Sophie person as I allow myself to get lost in Brooke again.

The end.

Keep an eye out for Sophie and Gunnar
’s story in
Across the Music
in early 2014!