Page 147 of When There Was You
Seventy-One
Butch and I escape the first weekend of December for some alone time. He takes me to Cape Charles, a quaint historic town on the Eastern Shore.
Although some residents live here year-round, it’s clearly a place that bustles with tourism in the warmer months, with gorgeous bay views, beaches, a long pier, and a downtown full of shops and restaurants.
We spend Saturday exploring, stealing kisses, and winding down over a decadent dinner and a shared bottle of wine. Our inn—an old spiffed-up Victorian—has beautiful floors, intricate crown molding, and high-ceilinged rooms. Our bedroom features a four-poster bed with spires that shoot close to chandelier height. The floral wallpaper, antique furniture, and gas fireplace add to its charm.
When we return from dinner, wrapped chocolates lay on our pillows and the fireplace warms the room. I shrug off my coat and walk over to the hearth to help take off the chill.
Butch joins me, his arms wrapping loosely around my waist. “I want to watch the sunrise with you tomorrow.”
I squint one eye. “And that means waking up at what time?”
He grins. “Not that early, sleeping beauty. If we leave here by 7:30, we’ll be fine. The beach is only a few blocks away.”
I place my hand on his chest, meeting his gaze. “As you wish, Lumberjack.”
“My wish is in my arms, baby.”
“Mine too,” I whisper.
We share a lingering kiss.
“Today was wonderful, Butch. The drive here, the walk through town and along the beach, this beautiful inn, being alone together…”
His eyebrows lift. “You don’t miss Emmy bothering us every five minutes?”
I chuckle. “I love her, you know that, but having you to myself comes with special fringe benefits.”
“Really? Do detail these benefits.”
I smack him playfully on the arm. “You know very well what I mean.”
His mouth hovers over my ear, his warm breath sending a jolt straight between my legs. “Like fucking you senseless for hours?”
Whimper.
“Making you come so hard you see stars?”
Whimper.
“Licking that perfect pussy?”
Moan.
“Having your mouth around my cock?”
“Yesssssss,” I beg.
“As you wish.”
The next morning,Butch gently wakes me. We brush our teeth and quickly dress, bundling up for our short walk to the beach. We snag a couple of to-go coffees downstairs, and he retrieves two blankets and a flashlight from thecar.
We stretch one blanket across the sand, then he sits and motions me between his legs and wraps the other around us. The sky is washed in a purplish pre-dawn luster, the stars still visible. We’re quiet, watching and waiting. Butch presses a kiss to my temple, and I nuzzle in tighter.
The light shifts, a deep orange bursting against the dark depths of the water. Slowly, the sun breaks the horizon, lifting the color higher, painting the heavens with its brilliant hues. We’re mesmerized by this simple, beatific act of illumination, one of nature’s daily miracles.
The rays breathe a murmur of warmth onto my face.
