The moment the wheels touched down in Cabo, Rylee's heart fluttered. Not from the jolt of the landing, but from the grip of Walker's hand over hers--warm, firm, and threaded with a silent promise.
They were finally here.
As the plane rolled toward the terminal, sunlight poured through the oval window and lit up her features. Her golden-blonde hair shimmered in soft waves around her shoulders, and her skin glowed with that soft, natural warmth that came from good genes, good moisturizer, and a dancer's discipline. She wore minimal makeup, a sleeveless white tank tucked into tan shorts, and a delicate bracelet that clinked when she reached for her phone.
Walker glanced sideways, smirking. "If this place is half as hot as you look right now, I'm not gonna make it," he muttered low enough for her alone to hear.
Rylee blushed, biting her lip as she squeezed his hand. "Shh," she whispered, glancing past him toward the rest of their friends scattered in the rows behind. "You're going to get us caught before we even get off the plane."
He leaned in, voice a little rougher now. "Caught doing what? I haven't touched you... yet."
His hand slid ever-so-slightly up her bare thigh beneath the tray table. She swatted him away with a soft laugh, cheeks still pink.
Their group--six friends total, a mix of childhood companions, fellow dancers, and old football teammates--had planned this trip for months. It was supposed to be a break from everything: press, practices, college schedules, and parental expectations. A chance to just breathe, be young, and... in Rylee and Walker's case, sneak in as much alone time as humanly possible.
Because unlike the others, they weren't just here to relax.
They were here to indulge.
At the baggage claim, Walker stood tall in a sleeveless gray tee that clung to his chest and shoulders. His dark tan skin, disheveled hair, and loose athletic shorts gave off effortless heat, but it was the way he looked at her that made Rylee's knees wobble. Like she was already unwrapped.
Their room--separate from the others--was tucked in a quiet corner of the resort. A king bed. A private balcony. A jacuzzi tub. No parents. No schedule. No guilt... at least, if they didn't think too hard about it.
"You ready for the best week of your life?" Walker asked as they walked toward the van, slinging his arm over her shoulders.
Rylee tucked herself against his side, smiling as the warm air hit her skin. "As long as you don't get us kicked out of the resort."
"Please," he grinned. "Only way that'd happen is if you get too loud tonight."
She gasped, wide-eyed, and elbowed him hard in the ribs. "Walker!"
He laughed through the wince. "Sorry, sorry! I meant... spiritually loud."
"You're the worst."
"Yeah, but I'm your worst."
Later that night, Rylee stepped into the soft glow of the Cabo sunset wearing a sleek, slate-gray dress that hugged every curve with effortless elegance. The fabric clung gently to her figure, smoothing over her hips and down to her ankles like poured silk. Thin spaghetti straps framed her sun-kissed shoulders, while the subtle scoop neckline gave just a hint of her collarbones and chest without revealing too much--true to her modest but flirtatious style.
Draped over her arms was a white knit sweater, tied loosely across her chest like a casual shrug. It gave her a beachy, romantic charm--part ballet girl, part coastal dream. Gold rings shimmered faintly on her fingers, and a thin bracelet circled one wrist. Her hair fell in soft waves, and her cheeks were still warm from the sun, glowing under the deepening sky.
Walker couldn't stop looking at her. She was casual, elegant, and dangerously beautiful--and every bit his.
They went out to an exclusive dinner just for the eight of them that night. Plate after plate of food was brought out to them as they laughed and joked and enjoyed the warm Cabo night. Rylee and Walker couldn't keep their eyes off each other. When they told their friends that they would be sharing a room together, they got a mix of responses. Walker tried to convince his friends that they were sharing a room to save money and strengthen their relationship. Rylee told most of her friends the same reasoning, but her best friend, Kate, saw right through it. Rylee did confess to her why they wanted a room together, and Kate promised not to tell anybody.
When they arrived back at their room that night after saying goodbye to everyone, Walker waited for Rylee while she went to the bathroom. When she came out, she had left the knit sweater in the bathroom and she giggled when she saw that Walker had stripped off his shirt and shorts, leaving him in just his boxers.
She climbed onto his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck, and leaned in to kiss him. He wrapped his arms around her body and eagerly returned the kiss, already growing hard as she rubbed against him. As they kissed, he moved his hands up to the spaghetti straps holding her dress up. He gently pulled them down as she unwrapped her arms from his neck, helping to pull her arms out of the straps.
Still kissing, Walker pulled the top part of her dress down, exposing her small, perky breasts to him. His large hands easily covered them up, squeezing them as Rylee moaned into his mouth. Ending the kiss as Walker used his fingers to pinch her nipples, Rylee leaned her forehead against his and said, "Walker, I've been keeping a secret from you."
Walker started to kiss her neck as he asked her what it was. "I started taking birth control last month. If you want, we can forego the condom tonight."
He stopped kissing her, looked into her eyes, and asked, "Are you serious?" He was shocked, as they had previously talked about saving that moment for their wedding night.
"Yes, baby. I'm ready if you are," Rylee told him, pushing her groin into his already-hard cock.
A hunger awoke inside Walker as his beautiful girlfriend gave him permission to enter her without a condom. He asked one more time, just to confirm, "What about our wedding night?"
"I don't want to wait. All the things we've done...I want to experience them without anything in between us," Rylee reassured him.
Walker stood Rylee up, hooking his fingers into the fabric of her dress that had bunched up around her waist. He pulled it down in one motion, revealing the nude seamless thong she was wearing. Walker stood up in front of her, and Rylee giggled as she looked down to see the tip of his hard cock poking out of the flap of his boxers. She rubbed her palm and fingers on it, causing Walker to moan as he turned them around and helped Rylee to lay down on the bed.
She had never measured his penis, or even asked him how big it was, but she knew that it was long, thick, and had a natural curve to it that made it feel just right to her. It took her breath away every time she saw it and whenever he pushed it inside her. She bit her lower lip, feeling her thong get soaked, as she watched Walker pull his boxers off. As he joined her on the bed, crawling on top of her, Rylee quickly pulled her thong off.
Walker put one hand on the bed, next to her head, while he reached down with his other hand, wrapping it around his veiny shaft. As he put pressure with his tip on her smooth entrance, Rylee put her hand on his cheek and guided his head down to kiss her.
The kiss was brief, filled with love, but ended as he penetrated her. They both moaned as they truly felt each other for the first time. Walker had both of his hands next to her head, as he started to move back and forth, sliding his thick cock in and out of her. Rylee instinctively tilted her hips up, wanting more, both harder and faster
Walker's breathing was already growing ragged as he slammed into the young star of Dancing with the Stars, a sure sign that his orgasm was coming. Rylee gently encouraged him, both with her words and the way that her body was reacting to him.
He asked one more time if she was sure about this and Rylee responded with a gentle nod before closing her eyes, greatly enjoying the feeling. "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck," Walker whispered, his arms flexing to hold up his body as it tightened up. "This feels too...fuck!"
Walker pushed deep into her, his cum exploding out of the tip of his cock as he started to orgasm. Rylee's moans joined his deep, primal grunt as they both felt the sensation of finishing without a condom for the first time. As Walker finished, he leaned down, his lips finding hers in another passionate embrace.
When the kiss ended and he started to soften, Walker said, "I'm sorry. You just felt."
Before he could finish, Rylee kissed him again before saying, "Don't be. I wanted all of you. Exactly like that."
"I love you, Rylee," Walker said softly as he rolled off her.
"I love you, too, Walker," Rylee responded, moving to cuddle with him.
The next morning, Rylee woke up to the sound of waves crashing in the distance and the feeling of Walker's bare chest pressed against her back. His arm was wrapped tightly around her middle, and his breath warmed the back of her neck. Her legs were tangled with his, skin still sensitive from the night before.
She smiled to herself, her body sore in the best way. Everything about last night from the way he touched her, the way he looked at her, how it felt to finally have nothing between them, kept replaying in her mind.
