Chapter 6

 

Monty

 

 

It pains me that this bothers her so much.

It shouldn’t.

She has me.

She will always have me.

She has nothing to worry about. She is irreplaceable, and she is a woman I can’t live without. Doesn’t matter how we met. What matters is that we are.

While I don’t want to admit it, I know her dilemma. Cherish isn’t one of those women who feels like she’s hit the jackpot since meeting me. She loves me for me not for what I have. Unfortunately, I can’t change what I do and my status in this world. And I never imagined my wealth would make her feel less than. In my eyes, what’s mine is hers. In her eyes was mine is mine.

It’s raining now—like those tropical downpours that feel refreshing after a scorching hot day. Cherish is standing by the window with her hand on the glass, admiring the elements. She’s been quiet since we had breakfast, keeping to herself. She’s worried and she has no reason to be.

I walk up to her and wrap my arms around her sweet body. I close my eyes to relish my Cherish, then kiss the area below her ear before whispering, “Come with me.”

“Where are we going?” she asks rotating to look at me.

“You ask too many questions.”

“Monty…where are we going?” she repeats.

“For a walk,” I answer while running my thumb along her cheek.

“Monty, it’s pouring down out there.”

“I know. Let’s go play,” I say leading her to the door. “Ready?”

She looks at me like I’m crazy. In a way, I am because she’s made me that way.

“Cherish, are you ready?”

“No.”

“Good. Let’s go.”

“Monty,” she squirms.

“Come on. You can do it, baby.”

I open the door, step out onto the porch, taking her with me toward the steps. We get pummeled by water on the way to the ground. Rain soaks our clothes. We’re drenched after only a few seconds. She laughs while the water drowns her soul.

Further and further away from the house, we run until we reach the beach. She’s still laughing. We’re both soaked, standing on the beach now. I face her – see water running down her face. She can hardly keep her eyes open but she blinks the wetness away so she’s able to see me.

I unbutton my shirt, pants and leave everything on the ground. I ask her to do the same – to bear her body in front of me and she does so without hesitation. Now, we are as naked as the day we were born standing on warm, wet sand.

I rake juicy strands of hair from her face and say, “Let today be the beginning of a new day for us, Cherish. Let’s wash away our old ways of thinking and concentrate on the new.”

“But—”

“No, buts. I heard everything you said at lunch and as much as I wanted to shut it down then and there and tell you how wrong you were, I couldn’t. I had to let you speak your truth and live in it for a moment. And while you did that, I took the time to understand your perspective. And I get it, sweetheart. I do. But what I need you to understand is you are all I want. All I want. I’m naked standing in this rain pleading with you and hoping you know what I’m saying is true. I don’t do things like this but here I am baring it all to you. I’ve bared my soul to you. I let you in my heart when I wouldn’t have let anyone else in. Why would I do that? Why would I do that if you weren’t my equal? If I didn’t trust you? If I didn’t need you? Hunh?”

I brush beads of water from her nose with my thumb.

“The day of the accident, I was on my way to your house. Do you know why, Cherish?”

“Why?”

“Because I knew I couldn’t live without you. My soul was aware of that. My mind needed more convincing, so I sought you out. I could have hired nurses if I wanted to but I didn’t, because I wanted to be with you. It was a challenge for me to accept that I needed you because I’ve never needed anyone, but I needed you. I needed you then and I need you now. Your net worth doesn’t matter to me. Your status in life doesn’t matter. You are everything I want and while it irritated me that you felt that way, I’m glad it came up here so I could dispel those thoughts—so we can leave it out here, on this beach, out in the rain. We’re not taking them back home with us.”

She sniffles. Her tears mix with rain.

“Do you understand me?”

“Yes. Like everything else, it will take some getting used to.”

“In the meantime, I’ll love you harder and harder until it all sinks in, baby.”

As the rain falls from heaven washing away our troubles and giving us this clean slate of understanding, I clamp down on her wet lips with enough pressure for her to know I meant every word I said. The beast in me wants to fall to the ground with her and make love on this beach. The more rational side realizes the sand may not be a good idea.

I can feel the rain slacking off as my kisses grow deeper. As I suck her tongue into my mouth, holding her body close to mine.

She moans.

I love to hear it as much as I love her. I end the kiss. I don’t want to but I’m on a mission – searching for a place I can have her.

I scoop her into my arms and carry her to one of the boulders decorating the water’s edge. The water pounds against these boulders – splashes on us. I lay her on one of the flat ones and position myself between her legs. After one smooth stroke, I’m where I want to be – at home deep inside my wife’s body. I stare down at her and take in the delicate beauty of this woman who’s changed my life so much. Soft precipitation falls to her face. I lean down to lick the drops away – her cheeks, nose, lips – oh she’s so beautiful – a kind of beauty that’s unmatched on so many levels.

I push forward to give her all of me, but I’m careful not to push too hard. I don’t want to bruise her back on these rocks. So, I go slow. Pace myself. Making love to her is all about her. What I want is irrelevant, but I’m always thoroughly satisfied.

She moans and blinks water from her eyes. Her hands slip – she can’t get a good grip on my shoulders but I got a good hold her of her as I propel my body into her. Pleasure rolls through me like rumbles of thunder as I give her the storm that’s been brewing in my mind, heart and soul.

Her body steadily quivers. She sings my name between gasps of air. I watch as she comes undone, the pleasant torture on her face urges me to increase my strokes until we establish a perfect rhythm.

The waves crash and hiss, singing a song to celebrate our love.

The rain ends.

She’s panting.

I’m groaning.

We unravel together beneath a heavy bed of clouds. Her screams blend with my growls and are lost in the mysterious air. This is a magical moment we share – making love on an exotic beach – and I don’t want to stop. I can’t get enough of her.

She’s panting, her body still writhing and yet I want more – but not on this rock. She’s so weak, so drunk with love, she can’t stand up. Her body slumps against mine.

We leave our clothes on the beach. I carry her back to the house. By the time we get up to the bedroom, I’m thinking she’ll want nothing other than to shower and fall sleep across the bed, but she’s found a second wind, thrusts her tongue into my mouth and pulls me on the bed with her. I guide myself in place, join our bodies for a second time today, feeling her wiggle beneath me, bringing her hips up from the bed to meet mine with urgency. The sounds emitting from between her lips are loud and labored. She’s gone – free with her emotions and desires. She arches her back.

I lose it.

My rhythm increases, spurred on by her moans, whimpers and the way she’s dipped her back, in essence, begging me for more. So I give her more. Give and give until she shudders beneath me. Until she screams.

It’s when powerful spasms hit me and I fill her all over again.

After that, we shower together and then with the windows open, we relax on the bed. Naked. When she drifts off to sleep, I pull up a sheet to cover her and stare into the face of the woman who means so much to me. Even with all I have, I couldn’t imagine my life without her.