Our Finest Moment ✔️

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LIANA

Riding on the back of Colton's motorcycle isn't as bad this time around. Maybe because we both have helmets, and he seems calmer, with more respect for the traffic around him.

I agreed to a weekend trip with him, and I still don't know why as I clutch his torso so hard my hands might fall off. The world around me is nowhere to be found. I'm only focused on the roaring of the bike, his even breaths and the warmth his leather jacket offers my cheek.

Seeing the ocean has always been my biggest dream—for as long as I can remember, I've wondered how the great, big sea could ever hold so many secrets, yet be so open and known. The river in the city is all the wild water I've laid eyes on, and looking out into the horizon from a beach might be my version of paradise.

Why Colton so easily did what his mother asked is beyond me. He respects her and loves her, that's for sure, but he wouldn't do anything he doesn't want to. Therefore, I have a growing suspicion that I'm not going to see the ocean as much as I'm going to see the inside of a bedroom this weekend.

Not that I'm complaining...I just hoped I'd get to do both.

I don't think I have it in me to deny him again. Saying no and making him leave me alone last Sunday was torture. Hopefully for him too. Now, however, it's been almost a week since we married, and since I fell unconscious from his glorious performance in that suite, and I'm more than ready to let him control my pleasure again.

After all, people do have sex on their honeymoons. That's a given. Even if we aren't a couple, we can indulge in certain benefits. Maybe that's what we are—enemies with benefits. Though enemies might be strong, considering our...arrangement.

The wind hits my free cheek, and my bare hands, as we zoom through the world. If I didn't know better, I'd think we're standing completely still, and everything else blows past in record speed. I peek through one half-opened eye and see trees thinning out, and I glimpse emptiness behind them. It makes me curious enough to sit up straighter, craning my neck to see the blue sky that meets the deeper blue ocean in the distance.

My hands slip away from each other as I reflectively want to cover my mouth and gape at the view, but I'm quickly pulled to reality when Colton brings my hands back effortlessly, closing my fingers together in front of his hard abdomen. I swear I hear a rumbling coming from him, almost like a growl, but it might also be the motorcycle as he gets ready to make a turn.

I hate the turns.

It's like my knee is going to hit the ground—at least I think it will, but it never does. And I don't think we're even tilting that much when he turns. I clutch him tightly again, afraid to let go and fall off. As I press my cheek to his leather clad back again, I don't close my eyes like before. Instead I keep my eyes locked on the great sea beyond the scattering trees, and I start to daydream about dipping my toes in the salty water as I stare towards the vast nothingness, and ponder over my existence.

I'm so happy in this moment, I could kiss him for bringing me here. But we don't kiss. He's given me more orgasms than kisses, I think. At least real ones, because those are non-existent. My orgasms, however, have been very real.

My cheeks flush with embarrassment as my thoughts stray, and I refocus on the moment as we change course, and the ocean is now in front of us, making it that much harder for me to see. It's hidden behind his big and burly frame, and though I huff in annoyance, my insides turn around in glee knowing we're getting so much closer to the shore.

It feels like it's only been a minute when the motorcycle slows down, and I'm once again met with the beautiful view of never ending blue. The sky, the water...it's way better than I ever imagined. I've seen pictures, of course, but being here trumps all the images. The sounds—waves, seagulls and laughter—makes my legs shake.