A Fresh Start
Chapter One Hundred Seventy Eight
An hour later, Sam leaves the bathroom wrapped in only a towel. Her hair wrapped in another towel. Jeffrey is playing with one of his guitars and looks up when she comes out. He watches her go upstairs before he puts the guitar down and follows her. She's standing at their dresser, bent over with a comb in her hand. He leans against the doorframe watching her.
When she's finished, she stands back up and looks in the mirror. She sees him standing in the doorway. She sees the flash of desire in his eyes but continues to comb her hair. Slowly he stands up, walking over to her. He pulls her back against him, leaning down to nuzzle the side of her neck. "My hair is still wet." She says, smiling.
"I don't care."
"Can I at least dry it a little bit?"
"Sam."
"Five minutes, that's all." She says, looking at him in the mirror.
He looks at her for a moment and then releases her, pulling his shirt over his head as he walks into the closet. He tosses his shirt over by the hamper and then pulls his shoes off before unfastening his jeans and pulling them off. He walks back into the bed room and then over to the bed. He sits down on the corner, watching her as she dries her hair upside down. When she stands back up, he feels another shot of desire roll down his spine. She reaches for the comb and runs it through her hair before she turns to him.
She walks over to him. He watches her, leaning back on his hands he looks up and catches her smile. "Why are you smiling?"
"I'm surprised you didn't come back with nothing on."
"I thought about it. But then I thought I would leave something for you."
"Something for me, I've already seen…."
"Something for your to do." He says, reaching up and tugging on the edge of the towel.
"That doesn't seem quite fair." She says, looking down as the towel falls to the floor.
"Maybe not, but you'll have to wait less time then I did." He says, sitting up, putting his hand on her waist. He slowly moves his hands up her sides, softly caressing her. After a moment, she moves to the side, giggling softly. "Did that tickle?" He asks, reaching for her.
She pulls away. "You're not tickling me, not tonight." She says, leaning down and kissing him.
After a moment, he wraps his arms around her, standing up. She slips her arms around his neck, playing with his mouth with her tongue until he opens his deepening the kiss. They remain there until she lays her hands on his shoulders, moving them down his back. He breaks the kiss, moving to her jaw, nibbling on her neck. His breath feels hot against her skin. She feels surges of heat surge through her, heating her blood with desire. She pauses for a moment when her hands reach his waist, closing her eyes. She's lets her body immerse itself in it before he pulls away. Looking down, he watches her for a moment.
He sees the look of absolute desire on her face. He can feel it through her skin. The heat radiating towards him, coursing over him. He can hear it in the rhythm of her breathing. Gradually she opens her eyes. She looks up. They are a light blue, a mixture or blue, green and grey. She reaches for him, tugging on his boxers.
He feels the cotton as she pulls them down. It almost feels like the boxers are trying to scratch and itch they can't quite reach. She pushes them down his legs till they are at his feet and she is on her knees. He's watching her, waiting to see what she will do. Desire surges through him, heating the blood pounding through his body, center squarely at his erection. He feels a throbbing wave of heat rush over him.
She leans her head to the side, watching him, watching his body react to the chemical reactions surging through his body. The heat warming his blood until it feels like molten lava surging through his veins. She looks up and he's watching her. "I know." She says, moving closer to him. He knows what she's about to do and he sucks in a deep breath, holding it. She looks up through her lashes, watching him as she licks the tip of his erection.
"Sweet, mother… Sam!" He whispers, his fists clinch.
She opens her mouth and he slips inside. She quickly closes her mouth around him, sucking him deeper. She pulls away, moving her tongue over him. He reaches for her, burying his fingers in her hair. Wanting to pull her to him, but afraid he would loose what was left of the fragile control he has. She takes him back in, taking him as deeper than she ever has before. He feels the muscles of her throat squeezing him. "Beca!" He groans loudly.
He fights his bodies demand to thrust, knowing that she's pushing herself to take him this far, this deep. She knows he's holding his desire in check with the thinnest thread of control. She pulls back, sucking gently while she plays with him, rolling her tongue over the tip of his erection. Like a person stoking a fire that's threatening to burn out of control. He wants to stay and yet he wants to pull away too. She looks up again, sensing the war rushing through him. "I don't…" he closes his eyes, fighting his bodies demand. "…want to hurt you." He groans
She makes the decision for him. She takes him deep again and he can't fight the raging inferno burning through him. He pulls back and thrusts into her mouth, once, twice, three times. He feels desire winding tighter and tighter. She closes her mouth around him tighter, sucking him deeper as he feels the tension shatter. His fists clinch as the first gushing swell of his release bursts from inside him. She takes him all until the last fluttering wave of his release sweeps through him.
He relaxes his hold, sucking in deep breaths while she moves back and looks up. He can't speak as he looks down. Slowly she stands up and takes his hand, leading him toward the side of the bed. He sits down, sucking in a deep breath as she sits down beside him. After a moment, he looks at her and asks. "What was that?"
"That was me, driving you crazy. It did make you…."
"I've never felt it that strong before. That came from so deep inside me that I can't begin to tell you where that came from." He says, looking at her
"Come on, let's lay down." She says, moving back and laying down beside him.
He turns to her. "You haven't…."
"We've got all night." She says, holding her hand out to him.
He lays down beside her and she moves over to him. She lays her head on his chest as he puts his arm around her, pulling her to him.
About an hour after the crew serves them dinner they clear away the dishes, leaving their drinks. Richard stands up and then walks around the table. "May I have this dance, Mrs. Winslow?" He asks, holding out his hand.
"Of course." She whispers, standing up and sliding into his arms.
He wraps them around her, and slowly they begin to dance while the yacht cruises the lake. The sun is setting behind them, painting the sky deep reds, golden yellows, crisp oranges and soft pinks and purples. The stars are beginning to come out and before long the moon will be sweeping over the water like a blanket being pulled over a sleeping child. She lays her head on his chest, closing her eyes while they sway to the music of the waves hitting the haul of the yacht. They remain that way for quite a while and Richard pulls away. "What's wrong?" She asks, leaning back.
"I'm sorry, I've got to go to the bathroom. Stay here and I'll be right back."
"Okay." She says, releasing him.
He quickly goes downstairs while Cassie turns towards the water. She's looking out over the lake when one of the crewmen clear their throat behind. Jumping, she turns around and sees him standing there. "I'm sorry ma'am. I didn't mean to scare you."
"It's okay. I sort of forgot that we weren't alone."
"The cook sent me to make sure there was nothing else you needed."
"No, there's nothing else."
"Yes ma'am." The man says, turning to leave.
"Wait, there is one thing you can do for me."
"Yes ma'am."
"Our stuff is in the main stateroom, do you know…?"
"Yes ma'am, I know where it is?"
"Could you move it to the stateroom closest to the front of the boat, please?"
"Of course, ma'am. I'll do it myself."
"Thank you." Cassie says, nodding. "That's all."
"Yes ma'am." The man replies, turning to leave as Cassie turns back to the lake.
Five minutes later, Richard returns to the deck. Cassie is now sitting in one of the deck chairs. Her legs drawn up and her arms wrapped around them. He walks over to her. "Are you cold?" He asks, sitting down beside her.
"Maybe a little bit." She says, moving over to him as he puts his arms around.
"Maybe we should go back to the cabin."
"No, let's stay up here for a while longer." She says, as he nods.
Sitting back, he holds his arm out her. She moves over to him and he wraps his arm around her. As soon as he touches her, he knows she's more than a little cold. "I think we need to go back to the cabin."
"No, I want to sit out here under the stars with you. I'll be fine with you holding me." She says, snuggling into him.
"Cassie, you're freezing."
"I'll be fine. I want to stay out here." She says, laying her head on his shoulder.
"Okay." He says, pulling her closer to him. They settle back.
An hour later, he's playing with her hair when he feels her sigh and he looks down. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing, but I was thinking about something?"
"What?"
"I'm think that we need to do something different tonight."
"Something different tonight, what do you mean?"
"I mean, that I had one of the crewmen move our bag to another stateroom."
"Why?"
"Because I thought it would be better if we do something different. It's great being on the yacht and I'm completely happy that you found it and rented it for the night, but I'm not sure we need to relive the last time we were on here."
"Okay, can I ask why?" He asks, as she leans up to look at him.
"Because we're not the prince and princess anymore, it's just us and while I love thinking about and remember all of those memories of San Cristobel, the palace and being there. I think we need to keep this honeymoon about here and now and not try to relive the past."
"I'm okay with whatever you want to do Cassie." He says, brushing her hair off her shoulder.
"Then let's go." She says, moving away from him.
"Where are we going?"
"To our stateroom."
"Well, if we're going to do things differently. Then maybe the first time we make love this time shouldn't be in our stateroom."
"Then where do you want to make love?"
"Umm, I've got an idea. Let's go." He says, getting up and holding out his hand for her.
"Where are we going?"
"Back to our stateroom to change, we're going to the Jacuzzi."
"Oh my… I forgot about the Jacuzzi, but wait, I can't get into a Jacuzzi."
"Why not?"
"It's not good for the baby, the heat."
"Oh, well we could, here." He says, turning to look at her.
"Here, on the upper deck."
"Why not, we're alone. The crew won't come up here unless we call for something."
"They came up here to check to see if we needed anything else."
"Alright, but I'll bet they won't be back again." He says, leaning over to nibble on the back of her neck. She had put her hair up to keep it from blowing in her face. He reaches up and pulls the clips out as she reaches to stop him. "Richard."
"I want your hair down." He says, brushing it aside to lightly kiss her neck.
She settles back against him. He wraps his arms around her, laying his hands on her stomach. She lays her head back, closing her eyes. Slowly she begins to relax. They sit there for several moments, watching the moonlight on the water. "What are you thinking about?"
"The baby."
"What about it?"
"I was thinking about how we were afraid that you wouldn't be able to have children last time. And I was thinking about the picnic we took on that private island and how we buried that coin and we promised to go back there and dig it back up. We never made it there. I remember us swimming in the ocean and how you were so cold when we got out that your teeth were chattering. And I remember that we were about to make love when one of the guard interrupted us. There were so many times we were interrupted."
"And there were so many times that we weren't interrupted, especially in the pool room and the throne room. I especially liked the throne room, such a dignified place for us to be making love."
"I think it was a fitting place for us to conceive Will, just like the barn was a fitting place for us to conceive this baby?"
"You think she was conceived in the barn?"
"I don't know, but the timing would be about right."
"I guess so." She says, turning to him
She looks up as he looks down. Slowly they move towards each other, when their lips touch, she reaches up and places her hand on his neck and jaw. He plays with her lips until she opens her mouth, his tongue slipping inside to play with hers. He feels her breath catch and then rush through her, ragged with desire. He reaches to pull her to him and feels frustration because he can't get her as close as he wants. She pulls away, breaking the kiss and he looks up.
Loosening his grip, she moves around until she's straddling him and then she wraps her arms back around him. He lays his hand on her hips, holding her to him as he kisses the side of her neck. Just in those few moment of kissing his body is raging with desire and he wants her to know exactly how much he needs her. She decides to tease him a little bit, slowly she rolls her hips against his.
He reaches up and tugs the t-shirt up. She lifts her arms, letting him pull it over her head. She sits back before she reaches for his waist. He beats her there, pulling his shirt up and over his head. He tosses it to the deck before he leans forwards and kisses her. The kiss doesn't last long before he pulls away. "Stand up." He says, looking at her.
"What?"
"Stand up."
"But I thought you wanted to do this here."
"I do, and we will. I want it all off. I want to feel every inch of your body touching mine, please." He says when she doesn't move.
She stands up and he follows her. Kicking off their shoes, he pulls his pants and boxers off and she does the same. They both stand up at the same time and for a moment he stares at her, her tiny waist, her breast, firm and high, her legs, the flatness of her stomach. For a moment, he imagines her nine months pregnant.
"What are you thinking?" She asks, taking a step forward.
"I was imagining you in nine months."
"You were imagining me in nine months, bloated and fat and completely unappealing."
"My darling, unappealing is something that you will never be." He says, reaching for her. He pulls her to him. "Because in nine months you'll be absolutely beautiful, more beautiful than you are right now, and do you know why?" He asks, as she shakes her head no. "You'll be beautiful because you will be close to having our child. The child we never thought we would have again."
"You know that you're completely full of it and that I'll be as big as a house."
"I don't care if you get as big as the palace. You will be beautiful to me." He says, leaning into her, catching her mouth with his.
He feels her reaction. He moves to sit down and she follows him. Lying back, he looks up. Catching her gaze before he moves his eyes down her body, watching her respond to him as she leans forward and she rises up. His mouth closes over her nipple, playing with her. For several moments, he spends his time, moving between her breasts, caressing them, playing with them
After a while, she reaches for him and he holds her to him as he lifts his hips. She moves back against him, settling her hips over his erection. His hand fall to her hips as he wraps his arms around her.
She continues to move against him. The friction of her moving against him and the coolness of the wind drive him to distraction. "Cassie, please." He whispers, laying his hands on her hips.
She lifts her hips enough that he's able to slip his finger between them. Reaching for her, he feels the slick warmth rushing from inside her as she settles against him again. This time it's the feel of her body touching his, her desire pressing against his. He looks up as she smiles. "Don't pretend you don't feel that." He says, moving his hips.
She sucks in a deep breath, closing her eyes for a moment. "I feel everything you feel." She whispers.
For a moment, he believes she'll continue to tease him but she doesn't. Lifting her hips, she reaches down, wrapping her hand around him, she guides him inside, connecting them. She feels him filling her completely, connecting their bodies. He looks up and gently squeezes her hips. She seems to be like in a trance because the moment she feels him touch her, she moves against him, sliding her hips back and forth, squeezing him from deep inside.
He lifts his hips, driving them into her while she braces her arms against the arms of the chair and lifts her hips. Over and over again, they move together. The heat building until it's at a fever pitch. He thrusts once and she feels her body split, shattering inside, as she closes around him, squeezing him, milking every ounce of her release from deep inside.
Her release bursts over him, sucking him deeper. A throbbing surge of his own release sweeps through him, starting in his toes and working its way up until it burst free, flooding her body with each throbbing pulse. Sweet fluttering waves of her release drags his out until, he sags back against the chair and she lies against him. He reaches up and buries his fingers in her hair, holding her to him.
Sitting back, Ava looks down into William's eyes. "What are you thinking?" He asks, reaching up to caress her cheek.
"I was thinking about our baby and wondering if it will have your eyes."
"If it does it will be destined to be a very lonely man."
"Why do you say that?"
"Because if it looks like me, no one will want it?" He says with a smile.
"If he looks like you, he'll have no problem with the ladies." She says, leaning over to kiss him. "And I know you're teasing me."
"You mean you didn't sleep with me simply because I was a prince. I thought that was the only thing I had going for me." He says, continuing to tease her.
She reaches over and slaps him. "I slept with you because I thought you were incredibly handsome and you made me feel special."
"That's because you are special. And I love everything about you." He says, leaning over and kissing her softly.
"Can you hold that thought?"
"Where are you going?" He asks, as she moves to get up.
"I'm going to check on Emma, make sure she's settled in and then I'll be right back."
"Alright." William says, watching her leave. When the door closes, he gets up and walks over to the phone. He dials an extension and waits for someone to pick up. "Yes sir." One of the cooks says.
"I need a bottle of sparkling cider brought up to my room, two glasses and a bowl of strawberries."
"Yes Sir, we'll have it up immediately."
"Thank you, and can you have one of the maid come to my room?"
"Yes sir."
Five minutes later, there is a knock at the door and William gets up to answer it. "Your Highness, I've brought you cider and strawberries." A maid says when he opens the door.
"Thank you, could you put them in my room on the nightstand by my bed, also could you please change the sheets."
"Of course."
"And do it quickly, Ms. Peralta will return in a few minutes and we would like to be alone."
"Yes, Your Highness." The maid replies, curtsying as she goes into his bedroom. Putting the cider, fruit and glasses on the nightstand, she quick strips the bed and then remakes it. She leaves the room within ten minutes. "Everything is on your nightstand as you ordered Sir and the sheets have been changed and the bed turned down, will there be anything else?"
"No, thank you."
"Yes Sir." She says, nodding as she leaves the room.
A few minutes later, Ava returns. William is still sitting on the couch where she left him. "Emma has settled into the nursery and we've said good night, so you have me all to yourself." Ava says, walking over to the couch.
"Okay." He says, as she sits down beside him. "Are you ready to go to bed, or would you rather go for a walk?"
"Do you want to go for a walk?"
"I'm asking you."
"Then if you don't mind, can we stay here? I want to be with you."
"Okay." He says, standing up.
"Where are you going?" She asks, as he holds his hand out to her.
"You'll see." He says, taking her hand and helping her up. He leads the way into the bedroom.
After the maid had left, he had gone in and opened the French doors leading to his balcony. The breeze from the ocean filled the room, with sea salt, and the flowers from the garden below. Moonlight covered the bed in a gentle glow. When she sees the room, she turns to him. "You were hoping that I would say I wanted to stay here."
"Maybe." He says, bringing her closer.
She wraps her arms around his waist and looks up. "I missed you."
"I missed you too. I dream about you every night and in the morning I'm sort of sad to wake up and you're not there beside me. I want this election over with so we can be together."
"It will be over soon and we'll be together." She says, leaning up to kiss him
After a moment, he deepens the kiss, pulling her tightly against him. She reaches up, wrapping her arms around his neck, she buries her fingers in his hair. Before long, he pulls back. "Let's wait." He says, releasing her.
He turns for his nightstand, walking over to it, he picks up the bottle of sparkling cider he turns back to her. "I thought we could have some refreshment." He says, holding the bottle out for her to see. "But since you can't have champagne, I thought the sparkling cider would work." He says, uncorking the bottle with a soft pop.
He hands her a glass and then pours some into it before filling his. He turns back to his nightstand and puts the bottle down. Turning back to her, he raises his glass. "To new beginnings."
"To our happy life." She says, with a smile as they click glasses and she takes a sip.
Sitting his glass down, he sits down on the bed and slips his shoes off. She walks over to him, sitting her glass down as well, she slips her shoes off before she crawls onto the bed, laying down beside him. Propping her head up with her hand, she looks up and smiles. "You know Jeffrey's hired…."
"I don't want to think about your dad right now." He says, leaning over to kiss her. "You're absolutely beautiful, laying there with the moonlight caressing her skin, your hair, it's almost like you're not real. You seem almost angelic to me."
She laughs softly. "I'm far from angelic."
"Not to me." He says, running his finger along her jaw to her mouth. She lightly kisses his finger tip before she opens her mouth, letting his finger inside.
He watches her for a moment, feeling her tongue swirl over his finger and imagining her doing the same thing to something else. He sucks in a deep breath, holding it for a moment before he releases it in a slow whoosh. She looks up at him and smiles. He pulls his finger free, leaning over, he kisses her as he rolls her over to her back.
Laying down beside her, he breaks the kiss and moves down to her neck. Lightly caressing her neck, moving his tongue along the pulse beating there. He feels her swallow before she turns her head and kisses the side of his neck, following him and repeating everything he does. Reaching for her shirt, he pulls it free of her pants, slipping his hand underneath, he feels her suck in a deep breath when she feels his touch.
She reaches up and unbuttons the first button on his shirt, tugging gently on his shirt as she moves down to the next button, repeating the processes until his shirt is unbuttoned and free. Bending her fingers, she moves her hands up his chest, lightly scratching him with her nails. She feels him shiver. She pulls away from him moving down from his neck to his chest. She lightly kisses him, moving her tongue over his chest. The moment she touches him, he knows that he can't make this last like he wanted. He wants her too much. Putting his arms around her, he pulls her closer holding her tightly for several minutes.
Leaning back, he looks down and he feels burning desire rush over him and before he realizes it, he is kissing her again as she lifts her arms while he pulls her t-shirt up, over her head and tossing it to the floor.
He breaks the kiss. Moving to her neck kissing and nibbling on her neck and ear as she sighs softly, wrapping her legs around his waist she moans. "Will." He moves down from her neck, stopping to gently kiss the pulse pounding at the base of her throat.
Burying her fingers in his hair, she holds him to her as he kisses her upper chest and the valley between her breasts. Leaning back, he looks down slowly running his eyes over her face.
"You're beautiful, do you realize that?"
"You are too." She says, as she leans up to kiss him, slowly running a hand up his back and burying her fingers in his hair and pulling him down to her. Wrapping her arms around his neck as she kisses him and he reaches around slipping his hands underneath her to unfasten her bra.
Brushing it off her shoulders as he again moves from her mouth to her neck and then down, laying little kisses across her upper chest and between her breasts as she arches her back, offering herself to him.
"Ava." He sighs, closing his mouth around her nipple, gently caressing her
She sighs, burying her hands in his hair as she arches her back again. For a few seconds, he stays there, loving her gently and softly. He has her complete attention focused on what he's doing with his mouth so she's not expecting it when he reaches over and begins to caress her other breast. "Will." She moans
She feels the fire of passion flowing through her, deepening her breathing. She feels her heart pounding against her chest. Reaching down, she grabs a hold of the comforter beneath them as he moves down her body, laying gentle kisses on her stomach as he reaches for and tugs on the button to her jeans, pulling the zipper down. Laying a gentle kiss on her stomach when she lifts her hips and he pulls them down.
Sitting up, he kneels over her. Slowly running his eyes over her body he watches her react to him. Reaching out, he moves his hands over her body, stopping a few seconds to caress her breasts, looking up when she sucks in a breath. "Did I hurt you?" He whispers.
"No." she whispers, feeling the waves of desire wash over her.
Leaning over her, he kisses her as he moves his hand down her stomach. She is innately aware of his hand resting at her waist when he stops. Breaking the kiss, he says. "Your skin is so soft."
Reaching for her panties, he begins to tug again and she raises her hips, reaching down to help him pull them off. Lying back down beside her, he lays one legs across hers as he reaches up and buries one hand in her hair as he kisses her deeply. After a few minutes, he moves his hand down her neck, lightly kissing the outside curve of her right breast and he feels her shiver. He moves on until he reaches her waist, laying his hands on her hip he breaks the kiss and stops, looking down at her. After a few seconds, she looks at him. "William, please." She sighs
"What do you want?" He asks softly.
"Touch me." She whispers, arching her back. Leaning over, he kisses her as he moves his hand, slipping it between her thighs and laying it on top of her desire. "Will, please." She begs
The moment he touches he knows she is desperate; he gently caresses her, listening to her, learning what she loves and what she doesn't. Slipping a couple fingers inside her, he feels how tight she is. Leaning back, he looks down. For a couple seconds she stares up at him and then looks away.
Reaching up, he turns her back to face him. She leans up. Kissing him, as he wraps his arms around her, moving back she rocks her hips against his. Feeling his desire pressing against hers makes her want him more than ever. Breaking the kiss, he gasps. "Ava, wait."
She looks down at him, watches him fighting for control. Moving back, she slips two fingers under the waist band of his pants, unfastening them while it's his turn to reach for and hold onto the comforter beneath them. Reaching for the zipper, he tries to help her, but she pushes his hand away, laying a hand against him.
"Ava, please." He groans, completely aware of her hand and the fact that the only thing between them are his pants and boxers. Smiling, she leans over him. Kissing him but refusing to move her hand. "Please! I'm going to loose it, darlin." He whispers
That plea broke her. Reaching for his zipper, she tugs on it, being careful not hurt him. She smiles when she hears him sigh softly. Moving off him, she tugs on his pants, pulling them off as well as his boxers as he reaches down to help her. When they get to his feet, he kicks his pants and boxers off. Leaning up on his elbows, he looks down, watching her as he slips inside her. "Oh!" She gasps, as he leans over her.
Kissing her softly as he moves slowly, giving her body time to adjust to him. After a few moments he moves a little faster and she moves with him as the sensations flood her body. "Do you like that?" He asks
She nods, as she moves with him. He thrusts a little deeper. "Oh! William."
Closing her eyes and giving into the desire filling her, she wraps her arm around him, holding him tightly. Her release comes for nowhere, "Oh!" she cries, filling the waves wash over her. "Will." She gasps, as he continues to thrust and residual waves of desire sweep over her.
Laying his head against hers, his breath feels cool against her body while he relishes the feel of her loosing control. Reaching for her, he kisses her as he thrusts again. He thrusts until he feels the muscles in his stomach clinch and the first throbbing waves of his release rushes through him, filling her. As the last wave of desire sweeps over him, he feels it sweep over her again and he smiles at her soft moan. Rolling to his side, he brings her with him. Cradling her in his arms as he lightly kisses her. She snuggles in closer to him, closing her eyes.