Chapter 217 Book 5: Can’t Wait To Marry You

Chapter 217 Book 5: Can’t Wait To Marry You
Before she could protest, he backed her up against the door of the en-suite and cupped her face to press his lips to hers in a hungry kiss. With his body pinned hard against hers, Isabella could feel his muscles rippling with every movement. He ran his tongue along her bottom lip and parted them expertly, gliding his tongue inside over hers. Isabella’s brain turned into mush in anticipation as she clung to him, kissing him back with equal hunger. Would he make love to her here in the shower cubicle?
His mouth left hers for a brief second as he pulled the top over her head, discarding it altogether. His smoldering gaze stared hungrily at her breasts covered only in a black bikini top. Bending her neck back, he sunk his teeth into her creamy skin, leaving his mark over her. His fingers unclasped her bikini top and let it fall to the floor. He raised his hooded, hungry eyes to look at the treasure that he had exposed, his thumb teasing the already taut peaks.
“You’re more beautiful than I’ve ever imagined, Isabella,” he said, lowering his head to take them into his mouth one at a time. Deep moans escaped Isabella’s mouth as she felt an intense desperation in her veins like a need to get more of him, a need to feel his touch.
“Oh, God, please, Weston,” she whispered in a hoarse voice full of raw hunger. His fingers danced across her abdomen as he inched towards her shorts. He unbuttoned it and let it fall to the floor of the en-suite, leaving her in only a black bikini bottom. His eyes were like hungry pools of desire as he spun her around, where her face met the cool surface of the door. Moving his fingers up her exposed thigh, inching towards her core, he deftly pulled the thin material of the only thing that covered her, letting it fall to the ground. His lips constantly sucked and his tongue licked the flesh of her neck, leaving marks in his wake.
Isabella was powerless to do anything as her body ached and her skin crawled with a raging need to be touched by him. Only him. She had never felt such a burning desire in her entire life and the intensity of her feelings together with the strange sensations she felt at his touch made her surrender to him completely. He ground his hips against her back while his fingers brushed teasingly against her dripping core.
Isabella cried out with pleasure, arching her back against him, prompting him to grind his hips more against her. “Please, Weston,” she begged in a hoarse whisper. Weston obliged, and the moment his finger entered her, she couldn’t stop the loud moan that left her lips. Isabella couldn’t focus on anything else but his hot breath against her neck and the painfully slow thrusts of his fingers. But it wasn’t enough. She needed more.
“Please, faster,” she gasped, and he didn’t disappoint, increasing his thrusts till she came undone onto his fingers. Isabella’s whole body tingled at the realization that she had just got her first release. The need for more spread in her veins like wildfire and she whirled around to see him licking her juices off his fingers clean, all the while watching her with a deep, raw hunger. Isabella’s fingers caught the hem of his tee shirt and pulled it out of him. He allowed her to unbutton his cargoes, letting them fall to the floor.
She ran her fingers lovingly all over his torso, making him groan with intense need. He finally got rid of his underwear, exposing the thick, hard, massive length of him to her eyes. She saw how magnificent he was, touching him intimately, pleasing him. He removed her hand with a hiss, making her scared. Did she hurt him?
“I-I’m sorry, did I hurt you?” she asked with scared eyes. Weston pecked her lips with affection, shaking his head gently.
“No, my little girlfriend, if you touch me again, I’ll release everything here,” he told her with a small smile. Isabella nodded with relief. Weston picked her up and carried her to the shower cubicle. They soaped one another and washed away the bubbles away hastily. It was the quickest shower of her life. Drying themselves, Weston picked her up and carried her towards the bed.
He touched her, pleased her, and at last entered her in one thrust. There was a gentleness in his lovemaking that relaxed her, making her grow accustomed to the massive length of him. The way he made love to her made her feel like the most loved woman alive. He gave her immense pleasure and Isabella, although inexperienced, tried to match up to his expectations. After repeated back-to-back earth-shattering climaxes, Isabella was too exhausted. With their breaths still pouring erratically from their parted mouths, they tried to calm the pounding in their hearts.
“How was it, Isabella? Could you feel my love for you?” he asked her, holding her tight against his body, his fingers still nestled around her throat, playing with the chain and the pendant.
“Yes, Weston, could you feel mine?” she asked in return, feeling his soothing heartbeat against hers.
“Yes, I have always felt yours. It made me want to be sure so I read your diary when you were at school. I knew you loved me since you were twelve, Isabella. I just wanted to hear you say it to me again and again,” he admitted, and Isabella gaped at him.
“You read my diary way back then?” she gasped and Weston held up his arms in surrender.
“Yeah, I wanted to know if I was mistaken. I wanted to know if what I saw in your eyes was real.”
“But I never hid it from you, Weston. You were the one who hid your feelings from me,” she complained.
“I wasn’t hiding my feelings, baby. I was just waiting for you to grow up. If everything went the way I had planned, I would have confessed on your eighteenth birthday and married you already!” Isabella smiled ruefully, knowing what she had lost.
“Oh, you can marry me now,” said Isabella, pulling him close to her.
“I will.” She looked up at him longingly.
“I can’t wait to be married to you, Weston. I’m tired of waiting.”
“We will, baby. Let me do it the right way, please. Tomorrow morning we’ll go on a whale watching tour and then I’ll not let you leave the bed, so catch up on your sleep. You’ll need it for tomorrow,” he whispered into her ear, planting a kiss on the nape. Isabella smiled excitedly, imagining what they would do afterwards. Would he propose?
“Good night, Weston. I hope this vacation never ends,” she whispered.
“There’ll be many more like it. So don’t worry. Good night, my love,” he whispered back.
The next day after a delicious breakfast at Heidelberg Cafe nearby, they were all geared up and ready for their 2.5 hours of Dolphin and Whale watching cruise to view giant blue whales, finback whales, gray whales, humpback whales, minke whales, several species of dolphin and much more.
As they set off, the water faded from pale minty green, to deep emerald, then cobalt blue, making Isabella clutch into Weston’s hand with excitement.
“Can we stand at the front together in the Titanic pose?” asked Isabella excitedly. Weston nodded, and they stood with everyone staring at them instead of looking out for whales. They enjoyed the views from all around, including underneath their feet through the net lounges! They could see the dolphins as they swam along with the boat! Suddenly the waves turned wild and the front of the boat turned into the worst kind of roller coaster they’d ever been on, so they forgot their Titanic pose and had to hang on tight!
Soon the conditions were right, and they went below and lay down to view the dolphins from beneath the waves!! There was a small viewing area on each side of the bottom of the catamaran surrounded by thick windows that allowed the guests a different perspective of riding along with the dolphins as they sped along in front of the boat!
Their captain, Eric, and crew members, Michael and Stacy, were quite knowledgeable and told them about the Common and Bottlenose Dolphins that they saw, and even about the sea lions! They saw a finback whale from a distance, but a young adult humpback whale got curious and came closer to inspect. It was the most outstanding experience of their lives!
Sadly, the trip ended, and they cruised back. The crew gave each guest a box of homemade brownies as a goodbye gift and it was delicious! They shopped for mementos and then walked into one of the beach restaurants for a delicious lunch. Afterwards, they walked hand in hand back to their cottage.
“Are you exhausted?” Weston asked, and Isabella shook her head vigorously, knowing what he wanted.
“Great then, ‘coz I can’t keep it in any longer,” he said, picking her up on his shoulders and striding up to their cottage. A week of intense physiotherapy seemed to have worked wonders on his legs and Isabella couldn’t have been happier.
He unlocked the door and strode in with her still on his shoulders. “Can you put me down, Weston? I can only see your butt from up here,” she said with a chuckle.
“And I can see yours. It’s too delicious to put down,” he laughed, going towards the bedroom.