Wasp - A Chris Motionless Love Story

Chapter Twenty-Four - Sex on the Beach

AURORA'S POV
As I laid on my black coffin shaped beach towel playing Cigarettes After Sex from a speaker, I scrolled through social media. The reception of Chris and me was half and half. Some were just happy that we were happy, some were jealous, some were just flat out rude. However, all of that faded out as I watched Chris emerge from the water. He pushed his hair back, and I swear time slowed as I watched. I lowered my sun glasses on my nose as he came back up to me, then placed my phone down.

"Mrs. Cerulli, are you sexualizing my body?" He said sarcastically. I laughed lightly and shook my head.

"We're a little far past that," I pointed to my stomach, "I think it's been happening for awhile."

"How are you feeling today?" Chris asked. I had been battling awful morning sickness, only it was also noon, afternoon, and night time sickness. Today was the first day in three days that I felt good, and I was almost suspicious, but figured I better take advantage of it. I nodded my head and he got a devilish grin, then quickly swooped me up bridal style. "I'm gonna get you soaked, Cerulli!" He carried me into the ocean water as I protested and giggled and kicked my feet. He stopped once we got waist deep, and looked down at me smiling from ear to ear.

"What? What is it?" I asked him. He shrugged, still peering into my green eyes.

"I just love you so much, everything about you."
Our day flew by, and before I knew it it was dinner time, which Chris said he had something special planned. He had planned something special and romantic every night since we had gotten there. I think he partly is blaming himself for how sick I was feeling, which wouldn't be wrong, but also shit happens. And I was happy, I was ecstatic. I couldn't think of a better man to have at my side for this journey. I slid in my black Diamond drop earrings, and gave my hair one last look. I straightened out my short black dress as Chris leaned against the door frame with his arms crossed. He was in a black button up tucked into some black slacks, and his freshly polished black dress shoes.

"Are you ready, baby?" He asked, his voice low and soft in tone. I nodded, and he took me by the hand. When I headed to the front door he pulled me back. "No, no, it's just right out here," he led me to the French doors that led out to the beach right outside the condo. We walked down the steps hand in hand, and down at the bottom there was a large beach blanket laid out with LED candles in the center, and our courses across from one another. Chris helped me get down on the ground and sat across from me.

"Are you still thinking you will finish law school?" Chris asked, sipping his water. I shrugged.

"I won't have time, I guess. I'd love to, but I have a feeling that baby Cerulli will keep me pretty occupied."

"I'll be there to help, too, I'm not going to make you have my child and then dip out. The guys will be around, too. I don't want you to give up your dream," he reached across and grabbed my hand, "I want you to do what makes you happy. Whether it's law school, being a stay at home mom, something with art, I don't care. I just want you to be happy." His care was genuine, and he had called me on bluff. He smirked and moved back a little. "You don't want to do law school, do you? You just felt pressured into it since we made that move?" I felt terrible about it. I felt lost in what I wanted for my life, and silly for now wanting to change my career path.

"Kind of... I don't know what I want to do. One day I'm a mortician, the next I want to be a lawyer, and now I don't know what I want. I miss the funeral industry, but my name got trashed by that asshole funeral home owner."

"So prove them wrong. You know who you are, and I know for a fact you're one bad ass embalmer and funeral director, and you're going to be one bad ass mother," he got up and came to my side, "and I'm going to be the favorite because little Cerulli will be my partner in crime." We finished dinner and then laid down, looking up at the stars. Chris pointed and made up some constellations, then would chuckle. He truly was going to be an excellent dad. I turned my head to look at him, only to be met by his eyes looking at me. I smiled and leaned in for a kiss, and he deepened it. Before I knew it he had pulled me on top of him, making me straddle him. We carried on our make out session as I lightly grind against him, feeling his erection growing against me. Chris hands were gripping my waist, then wandered up to the zipper of my dress. He pulled it down as he grinned against my lips, then pulled it off. It was this moment that I was glad it was a private island. He toyed with the clasps on my black lace bra, then took that off as well, freeing my breasts. My fingers wandered down to his belt, undoing it, then unbuttoned his pants. I pulled out his cock, then slowly slid it in as I moaned quietly. He let out a soft groan as I began to rock my hips, and he spanked my ass.

"Fuck, Ora, just like that, baby," Chris moaned out. I picked up the pace and threw my head back letting out a loud moan. Chris began to move his hips, pounding into me.

"Ch-Chris, don't stop," I begged. In one swift motion he got me on my back, then went right back into me. He intertwined our fingers above my head then proceeded to go harder and faster.

"Tell me where you want me to cum, baby," he demanded. I thought on it, but realized it didn't matter much now.

"Fuck, baby, just cum inside me," I felt him release into me immediately, but he kept pounding into me. My legs started to shake as I could feel myself starting to cave, but he wasn't letting up.

"I want you to scream my name, baby," fuck I love it when he gets demanding. He placed his hand around my throat lightly, picking up the pace. I could feel myself on my verge, and he tightened his grip.

"F-fuck me, Chris!" I screamed out. He kept going.

"Fuck, baby, keep screaming."

"Ch-Chris! Fuck! You feel so good!" I tightened around him and started to cum on his throbbing cock, and he pulled out as a mix of mine and his cum spilled out of me. Chris adjusted himself, then quickly took off his shirt and threw it over me. I didn't even realize how cool the ocean breeze was until we had finished. I pulled it on and buttoned it halfway up. Chris gawked at me for a few moments, then picked me up bridal style.

"You look so sexy in my shirt, I may have to fuck you again, Mrs. Cerulli," Chris stated as he carried me back in. I let out a small laugh and he placed me on the bed, then proceeded to show me he definitely was not joking. It seemed he was taking advantage of me not feeling sick as well.