Chapter 52
David
My thighs are shaking and I hear a voice. Lou, it’s Lou. Where... ah, car... vacation. Fuck, I’m tired.
“Babe, hey, wake up. You have to see this!” Suddenly my head moves, shit, the window is rolling down. Startled, I open my eyes. “About time! There, on the left! The Atlantic Ocean!”
A breeze of warm sea air fills my nose. I smell the salt and something else and take another deep breath.
Wow, that’s beautiful. I’ve been by the sea many times, all over the world, in luxury resorts.
Now we’re driving over a high bridge toward a small island that doesn’t exude any of the extravagance my mother celebrates so much, and I feel lighter than I have in a long time.
“What’s that scent? I recognize the salt, but what’s the other thing? ”
Louis smiles dreamily. “That’s pine. There are small pine forests all over the island. Smells great, doesn’t it?” I just nod silently and hold my nose in the wind.
“Whenever I drive over the bridge and open the window, I feel so free and so at home. I love this island.” I get it. Immediately.
Since we already checked in online, we just pick up our wristbands and keys at the reception desk.
Louis has another question, and my rudimentary French tells me that he wants to know if any of the others are already here.
I hear the name Lejeune and a number, but I don’t understand what they mean and look questioningly at my boyfriend.
“Nika and élias are already here; they arrived last night.”
Ah, yes, I know them. “They have two little boys, right? They’re cute.”
Louis knows his way around the campsite so well, he can give me a questioning look and still turn in the right direction. “How old do you think they are?”
Okay, now I’m a little unsure. The last time I saw them, I was nineteen, and they were maybe... phew, hard to guess. The older one was already in school. That was six years ago... oh. My eyes widen.
Laughing hard, Lou parks in front of a large, secluded mobile home. “Cute doesn’t quite fit anymore, huh? Chrissi is fourteen and Maxi will be twelve in December. They’re too old to be cute anymore.” Damn.
Our mobile home is very nice. It’s not a five-star hotel room, but the bed is big enough and everything is clean and well-kept. The kitchen and bathroom have everything we need. The second room will be our walk-in closet. I’ll totally enjoy it here.
“Put on your flip-flops, I’ll show you around.” Louis is vibrating with excitement and impatience. Smiling, I put my hand in his and let him lead the way.
We turn into a row of pitches. Tents, motorhomes, and caravans are lined up next to each other, interspersed with pine trees and small bushes that provide much-needed shade and a bit of privacy. He stops in front of two empty spaces.
“My parents are on the right, Micki and Mathéo are on the left. And here...” Louis turns around energetically and points to a large caravan opposite. “...are Nika and élias. But they’re probably at the pool.”
We stroll around leisurely. I enjoy the warm sun on my skin and the light breeze that carries the heat away to the mainland.
The campsite is large, but somehow it still feels intimate, and I immediately feel at home.
Everything here is so... down-to-earth, so relaxed.
People are laughing, everyone is walking around as they please, the dress code is comfortable, airy, light.
No one feels the need to show off their millions, probably because no one has that much money, but it doesn’t matter.
I love it. This place suits Louis and his family so well, and I can understand why they keep coming back.
“Nika and élias met here, Papa and Paps got together here. How sweet is that? That’s why the island is so special to them, and we all come back here together regularly. My first vacation with my fathers was here.”
He purposefully pulls me toward a large gate and enters a code.
This is the way to the beach, at least that’s what I understood at the reception desk.
Louis immediately slips out of his flip-flops, sinking his bare feet into the sand.
I follow his example and expect the usual sandy tingling sensation, but instead my feet are enveloped in something that could feel like silk if it wasn’t flowing between my toes. So soft.
Louis pulls me up the dune with quick steps.
I feel his urgency, his energy, and I love how he always sweeps me along with him.
At the top, he pauses, grabs my hips, and pulls me towards him.
His eyes are glowing in the sun, so much brighter than usual.
Small golden reflexes sparkle around his pinhead-sized pupils.
Belly to belly, I put my arms around his shoulders and pull him a little closer for a kiss.
We enjoy the view over the Atlantic Ocean, seemingly endless in front of us, and I feel a tension fall from me I wasn’t even aware I was carrying.
Without any sense of time, we eventually walk towards the water. The tide has pulled the sea far back, but the sand is still wet and firm. Washed-up shells form a pleasant contrast to the soft sand and we’re walking along the beach with the water up to our ankles until Louis looks at his watch.
“The others are here. Shall we go and say hallo?” He is so excited, even if I don’t want to leave, we still have two weeks. I could never refuse his wish.
The evening was long, fun, and loud, and while everyone else slips into their caravans, we head for the quiet of our mobile home.
“Do you think the water will heat up quickly?” Louis points mischievously to the hot tub in front of our cottage. And yes, it has to be warm, because as soon as the sun goes down, it cools down nicely here on the island.
Shrugging my shoulders, I press the big button and hear the pump start. “We’ll see, won’t we?”
For a moment, I worry that it’s too loud, but the next mobile home is a good distance away, so it should be fine.
“How about this: we go inside, take off our clothes, you take your time in the bathroom, and then we see how warm the water is.” As if the idea alone wasn’t hot enough, Louis grabs my crotch and purposefully massages my cock and balls.
No, later and maybe are immediately deleted from my vocabulary, and my body screams yes before my brain is able to produce speech.
But I like the idea too much to question or contradict anything anyways, and when I step onto our veranda a short time later, my boyfriend is already sitting in thousands of bubbles.
I can only see his arms and his naked chest, the rest is hidden under water, but my cock twitches just thinking about what’s awaiting me.
With the tip of my toe I carefully test the water, but it’s even warmer than I had hoped.
The moment my ass touches the seat, Louis is on me, straddling my thighs, his hands in my hair.
We’ve been in his parents’ pool together many times before, but always in swim shorts.
Feeling his completely naked body on mine, being able to touch him everywhere, is something else entirely.
I firmly grab his ass and pull him closer to me until our cocks touch.
Even when I push my hips up hard, friction is difficult, but this subtle feeling of touch makes me so incredibly wild. “Turn around, knees on the seat. Ass up.”
Who wouldn’t agree to that? I don’t think I’ve ever moved so fast in the water as I do right now.
Louis doesn’t hesitate. The familiar sound of the lube cap clicks in my ears and immediately a finger presses against my muscle.
I know this would also be a nice position for rimming, but I’m just not into that.
We tried it, but it wasn’t my thing. Louis’s finger deep in my ass, that’s what I want, and he doesn’t waste any time, loosening my muscle with two fingers, pulling and stretching.
“Do you want a third, or do you want me right away?”
“You.” That’s all I can get out, and not even clearly, but he understands me anyways.
“Hallelujah.” Both fingers leave my body, and the emptiness is only bearable knowing that something much better is coming.
My ass and upper body are not in the water, clearly visible for anyone who decides to sneak around the winding corners of the campsite at night, and somehow that idea really turns me on.
A click, a brief moment, then he’s there.
Louis’s thick cock presses against my entrance and fuck, I love that sharp pain when he penetrates me, claiming my body for himself.
I belong to him alone and he belongs to me.
And even though he tried to give his heart away again, he couldn’t, because it was still mine.
I bite my forearm to keep from moaning loudly with every thrust, and Louis presses his lips to my back.
I feel his warm breath on my cool, wet skin, and my whole body tingles from the sensation.
With every roll of his hips, he rubs his cock over that spot inside me that turns little stars into a supernova.
I turn around, wanting to see his face, needing to know how he feels, and for the first time since we got back together, there are no wrinkles between his eyebrows, no pain-contorted face, no panicked clinging to me just before he comes.
So many small signs, they are almost invisible, but not to me.
Now, in this moment, he is free. The veranda light illuminates his face, and a slight grin plays around his lips.
“Fuck, babe, take your hand, or I’ll be faster than you. Oh, shit, what are you doing?” I tense my ass, holding him inside me in rhythm with his thrusts. It’s hot for me too, but for him it’s insane.
“I... You... Fuuuuck!” Stuttering can be so sexy, especially when a cock is pulsing in my ass and filling me with warm cum.
Still inside me, he pulls me up, my back against his chest, my cock just barely above water.
With a firm grip, his hand slides up and down, and I feel myself reaching the point of no return.
“Hello? Is anyone there?” The French voice echoes out of the darkness as the first load of cum squirts out of my cock.
Luckily, Louis reacts immediately, sitting down in the bubbles, pulling me onto his lap, and hiding our lower bodies in the water, because my cock pulsates unperturbed in his hand and soaks the water with my juice.
Oh, wait, is Lou getting hard again inside me? His hand is still wrapped around my length and I’m seeing stars. A man steps into the glow of our lamp. “What are you doing here in the middle of the night?”
Louis replies calmly and composedly as he pushes his cock up my ass under the water. “We’re staying here, this is our mobile home. We wanted to warm up a bit. Were we too loud?”
Embarrassed, he shakes his head. “I just saw lights and wanted to make sure. I’m very sorry. Good night.”
“It’s okay. You’re just doing your job. Thanks for checking. Have a quiet night.”
***
We had a quiet night. After laughing for almost half an hour about how we were practically caught, we fell into bed and slept.
We’ve been here for three days now, and in that short time we’ve laughed more than in the weeks before we got back together. You can tell that Louis has been here many times before. He knows his way around, has favorite places, and shares his world with me with an enthusiasm that is contagious.
“Is that Jannis? With Valérie?” We stroll relaxed through the surf and I could swear that’s them sitting back there, at the edge of the dune.
Louis looks at me blankly. “Definitely not. Don’t ask me why, but those two don’t like each other. Besides, Jannis has been in a weird mood the whole time, and I’m sure Valérie isn’t the right person to take his mind off things.”
Rolling his eyes, he lets his gaze wander until it lands on the couple in question. “Oh, shit, you’re right. Damn. Is he crying? Fuck, he’s crying, isn’t he?”
Probably, because he just rubbed his eyes twice with the palm of his hand and Valérie is hugging him. “I have to...”
I pull him into my arms with determination. “Val has him. The only thing you have to do is kiss me. Now. Right now.”
He laughs. Not cautiously, not reservedly and then he presses his lips to mine. Behind us, the sun is slowly setting, orange-red, romantic, beautiful. “I can’t believe you’re really here with me.” Louis’s words are nothing more than a whisper on my lips.
A little horrified, I look at him. “I can’t believe you can’t believe it.”
Louis laughs again, his boyish laugh that makes my heart beat like no other sound in the world. “I love you, Lou. I’ll go anywhere with you. Thank you for always taking me with you and never letting go of my hand.”