The Arrangement

11: I'm yours. . .

I rested my head on his shoulder, while we sipped on some expensive wine and watched the sunset. We'd arrived a few hours before and needed some time to wind down and chill. The white sundress that I'd found in the closet fit me perfectly and showed enough of me to bring that look back into Adrian's eyes.

His hand drew small circular shapes on my exposed thigh. The peaceful silence between us seemed to tense up. . .we were thinking the same thing. I looked up at him. He looked as amazing from the side as he did from the front. He turned and looked down at me, as if feeling my stare. "How's the view?" he asked, not talking about the sunset. "Pretty amazing from down here." He smiled. "Glad you're enjoying it." Without a moment's hesitation I reached up to him and planted my lips on his. He immediately returned the kiss, slipping his hand behind my neck. He pulled me into his lap effortlessly, as his tongue slipped into my mouth and explored expertly, the same way his hands were down my back and on my backside. I started to unbutton his white linen shirt, forgetting that we weren't alone on the boat. I moaned in satisfaction as the last button came undone. I wanted my hands on his body. Immediately. His hands slid under the hem of my short dress, while I pushed his shirt off his shoulders. I froze when I felt a presence I loathed. I pulled away from him and looked passed him, towards the inside of the luxurious boat. There she was. "What's wrong?" he asked, probably noticing my change of expression. "You brought her here?" I almost shouted. "Who?"
"The maid. Uhm," I struggled to remember her name, "Sophie." I said, getting of his lap and fixing myself. "Yes. Was I not supposed to?" Are you kidding me, right now? "I told how I felt about her." I said standing to leave. He followed me as I walked through the yacht. I caught Sophie's intense look as I passed her, then saw her drool over Adrian. My Adrian. It angered me even more. The bitch in me preferred her giving me mean looks that I could return, than her giving my Adrian that thirsty stare.

He followed me into the master suite where I'd plopped myself onto the soft bed. He stood in front of me, looking confused. "What do you have against her? Did she do something to you?"
"No, but she said. . ."
"What did she say?"
"Nothing." I needed to fight this battle on my own, without his help or interference. "Is it about that thing you said last time. . .that she likes me?" I nodded slowly. He smiled a 1000kw smile. "That makes you happy?"
"No. You're jealous." I pouted and crossed my arms over my chest. "No such thing, Mr Reed." He chuckled and sat down next to me. "You're the one I'm marrying, Amelia. Nothing can change that. Not Sophie, not your brother, nobody. At all."
"Whatever."
"Now can I get that killer smile? Come on, you know you want to. . ." I found myself trying hard to suppress the smile, he'd requested. "Well, guess I'll have to bring it out myself," suddenly I felt his hands all over my body. Tickling me to death. I laughed as the overwhelming sensations happened. "Stop! Please!" I pleaded, while he tortured me. "Admit."
"Never."
"Okay then," he said, carrying on. I couldn't take it anymore. "Okay! I admit! I'm jealous!" I said with a laugh as he slowed down.

We lay there on the bed, side by side, breathing heavily. Him from trying to restrain me and me from lack of oxygen. "That. Was. Awesome," he breathed out. "For you maybe, Mr Reed."
"You're probably right,"
"I have to take a shower to get all your boy cooties off me," I joked, rolling off the bed. He rose and pulled his shirt off. "Maybe I should join you," he said more than suggested. I felt a tingling sensation down there as he did. The thought of being butt naked with him almost drove me insane. I pulled my dress off, to reveal a lacy white underwear. The kind that made a man drop his jaw. And drop his jaw, he did. "Maybe you should," I turned and walked into the bathroom, sure that he was following.

The water poured over us from different shower heads. He was pressed up against the back of my body, pressing me into the now warm marble wall. His hands held mine up on either side of my head against the wall, while his lips roamed my neck. The feeling of his hard member against my back made it hard to think. He spun me around to face him, while I was lost in my dirty thoughts. The world fell away from under my feet as he picked me up and slammed me against the wall that a few seconds before, I was facing. I sat just above his cock with my legs wrapped around him. Again he dived into my neck. Then moved on to my breasts, torturing me with pleasure. He gently put me down, looking like he was ready to hunt. Damn. "I thought I'd be able to wait til after the wedding, but damnit, Amelia, I want you." I whimpered as he said that. . . mostly in fear. I looked down at it again. Damn he was big. His face was in my neck again. Maybe I can handle it. No idiot you can't. You've never done this before, remember.
"Adrian?"
"Yes?" he grunted. "I have something to tell you. . ."
"Yes?" He stopped and looked directly at me. I looked away immediately, embarrassed by what I was about to say. "I-I've n-n,"
"Speak up, princess," he urged. "I've. . ." Oh bother, "I'm a virgin," I said quickly, with my eyes closed. He stayed silent for a while. "What?"
"A virgin. A person who's never had-"
"I know what a virgin is, Amelia." Amelia?? No more 'princess'. Just cause I'm inexperienced?? You have got to be kidding me! "Are you angry at me?"
"No, princess why would you think that?"
"I don't know."
"I'm a bit surprised, but it's fine. I can handle the responsibility."
"Responsibility?"
He smiled. "Come with me, princess. . . somebody needs to make love to you. ASAP."

He wasn't wasting time on foreplay. . . we'd done enough in the shower. We kissed for a while, while he hovered over me, ready for entry. Now it all rested on me to give him the go-ahead. He positioned himself right above me then gave me one last kiss before saying, "You ready, princess?"
I nodded quickly. "Words."
"Yes." He kissed me, while I clutched onto him for dear life. I felt him move slowly into me. He stopped everything for a second. "This might hurt, princess," he warned, before he pushed himself into me rapidly. His kiss muffled my cry at the pain. Oh lord why am I doing this?? He moved up, then down and settled into a slow rhythm that had me breathing faster. The pain eased as pleasure washed over my body. I arched my back and bucked my hips to meet his thrusts. With every one he pushed deeper into me. Inch by inch. Filling me up in a way I'd never been before. "Adrian," I moaned as he sank deeper. The feeling was overwhelmingly beautiful. The experience, sensual and spiritual more than sexual. I can't even begin to explain what happened when my toes curled and my fingers dug deep into his muscular shoulders. My body shook. My cries of ecstacy echoed in the room. My first orgasm. Mindblowing. I rode out the intense wave of pleasure and watched, fascinated, as Adrian threw his head back. His body started shaking violently as he groaned into my neck.

After a second or two his body went limp on top of my own. He stayed there for a while, breathing heavily. I could feel his heart drumming against my chest. I never wanted the moment to end. It would've been enough for me. . .to lay there, gleaming with sweat, pressed comfortably into the soft mattress by his weight. There was no better time to make the declaration. . .

"Adrian. . .I'm yours. . ."