Chapter 28

Christian ... My Confession

The only thing better than nights with Chelsea were mornings. We were in the middle of my king-sized bed. I sat up with her in my lap. It was something about how the sun shined in through the window and kissed her skin. It was at that moment I realized I didn’t want her to go back to Tampa at the end of the week. I struggled with it.

My hands caressed her back as she moved her hips. Our rhythms matched. Her lips pressed onto mine. Seconds went by and then minutes. Our hearts raced. She gasped and threw her head back, “Fuck babe, I’m cumming.”

She didn’t have to tell me. I could feel her walls pulsating on my shaft. It felt wonderful. It was my sign to take over. I flipped and end up on top, one leg over my shoulder as I looked down on my queen. I worked her middle until she squealed and came again. I smiled. As much as I loved being on the island with Chelsea, having her to myself felt like a dream come true.

I didn’t have to wait. She was all mine. We made love twice a day. My brother said it was like that in the beginning. Couples often couldn’t get enough of each other. But I had been in relationships before. I genuinely loved being with her.

She was funny. She had dreams She was successful. She was business minded. She was financially responsible. She loved kids and wanted them.

As I continued to stroke her precious middle, I had to contend with the idea that she had to go back to Tampa and there would be some fallout behind what I did. That fucking e-mail. I moved her leg off my shoulder and pressed my chest to hers. I looked into her eyes, “Babe just know that I love you.”

Her face lit up, “I know, babe.”

I kissed her lips and filled her with my cum. I longed for the day that act would create life but in the interim, I was happy she was there with me.

As Chelsea showered, I headed downstairs to get breakfast started. My house started to feel like a home. My father told me that when you find a good woman, give her a house and she’d make it a home. A place you wanted to be.

My living room had furniture. A gray sectional sofa with a chaise lounge on one end, with a bunch of throw pillows, two blankets for our movie nights in front of the large screen tv she had mounted to the wall, all this beautiful African and Latin inspired artwork on the walls, a coffee table, a recliner, a rug.

I made my way to the kitchen and prepared to cook. My cellphone rang. It was Asif, “Hermano!” I said excitedly.

“How are things? We miss you two on the island.”

“We miss you guys too. Things are great.”

“Good to hear. Naomi is having her birthday party next month. We were hoping you two could come back for a week.”

“I’ll ask Chelsea. I’m sure she’s fine with it. And how are you and your girl?”

“Not bad actually. She’s coming to the party.”

“Wow, that’s great Asif. I’m glad to hear you two or working on things.”

“Yeah. And what about you?”

“Me?”

“Yes. Have you told Chelsea about the email thing?”