Chapter 7 #3
‘Oh,’ he says, visibly swallowing as I fling it back onto the sand.
His eyes are out on stalks as I slide my hands down my hips.
I maintain eye contact with him as I hook my fingers into my knickers and slowly pull them down.
It’s the most outrageous I’ve ever, ever been and I love it!
God, I feel amazing. Empowered. Wanton. Giddy.
Jackson rolls his boxer shorts down and steps out of them faster than a blink.
He catches them on his toe and flicks them towards my underwear.
My eyes flit downwards. Wow. Not that I’m all that experienced, and it would be uncouth to compare…
but in terms of manhood, I’d say he was packing at least two and a half Dillons’ worth.
A slow smile spreads across his face as our eyes meet.
We stand naked in front of each other for a delicious moment, him taking me all in, me lingering on his impressive appendage, before he pulls me to him.
Our hot bodies melt together in the most natural and fulfilling way.
The sensation of skin on skin is primevally wholesome.
It feels right. It feels good. His hot kisses leave me in a high state of delirium.
When we come up for air he tucks my hair behind my ear.
‘Ready?’ He takes my hand, and we walk into the world’s biggest bath.
I immediately giggle at the audacity of myself.
‘This is insane.’
‘I know, right?’ He beams at me before diving underneath the water.
As the pale sunlight grows stronger, the sea turns a magnificent turquoise and the islands out to sea begin to change from a black silhouette to vibrant green.
We splash around for a while, luxuriating in this feeling of freedom.
The warm water is so clear I can see right to the bottom.
Who knew naked swimming could be so… exhilarating?
It is making me feel even more daring. I wind my arms around his neck and straddle him as he stands up to his chest in the water.
As soon as I press against him, I feel his erection immediately prod my stomach.
His eyes widen as though he has no control over it.
As I slide my hands over his smooth damp skin and through his wet hair, droplets of water catch the light as they drip down the sides of his face.
I hold tightly onto him and bring his lips to mine and as our kiss deepens, I undulate against him.
And when a low groan escapes from his mouth, I reach down with one hand and gently begin rubbing him.
He pulls me closer as I tug on him. He’s exploring my mouth with his tongue, one hand tangled in my hair, the other holding me firmly.
His breathing becomes ragged as he unravels.
‘Yes. Oh, yes,’ he moans in ecstasy as I increase the pressure.
Our eyes collide in a heated frenzy, his body jerking as I send him over the edge into orgasm.
He grips me tightly, panting for air against my neck.
It leaves a delicious tingle as his stubble grazes against my skin.
After a beat, he loosens his hold. ‘Fuck me. That was utterly incredible.’ His eyes are twinkling.
His words are like music to my ears. My heart is literally dancing.
The nicest thing Dillon ever said about my performance was that I made a cracking bacon sandwich afterwards.
I gasp as Jackson slides his hand between my legs. ‘Your turn.’
What seems like seconds later, he has stroked me into a gravity-defying seventh heaven.
His lips have found my nipples as I arch into him, my hair dipping into the water behind me, the ocean taking my weight.
He has one hand cupping my buttocks while his other works its tantalising magic, creating wave after wave of sparkles to burst through my veins.
I let out a soft cry of pleasure, gripping his shoulders tightly as the orgasm shudders to a stop.
Never in my life have I experienced anything like it.
We pause to look longingly at one another before we are distracted by a movement. ‘Looks like we might have company soon,’ Jackson says sadly, pointing to a figure walking a dog in the far distance. Another giggle escapes my lips as he kisses me. Giddy doesn’t even begin to cover it.
All too soon, the sky is turning into a vibrant azure blue pierced with hot, bright rays of sunshine and we are dressed (if you can call it that) and heading back into the small town towards Club Cherry Lips.
Miraculously there are a few dusty-looking taxis outside with their bleary-eyed drivers leaning out of the windows chatting to one another and smoking cigarettes.
It takes half an hour to drive back to the Hello Tropicana Banana Sunshine Aparthotel.
We hold hands all the way there, gazing into each other’s eyes.
I reach into my bag (Lord knows how I managed to hold on to it all night.
I’m sure it went missing for at least a third of it) and lean over to pay the driver, but Jackson is quicker off the mark.
We stroll into the deserted reception. A big clock on the wall tells us that it is almost eight in the morning.
‘So, I guess this is goodbye?’ My voice is barely a whisper.
He regards me with a sleepy, come-to-bed-eyed look, his eyelids drooping ever so slightly as he nods gloomily, his voice thick with melancholy. ‘Maybe in another life, hey?’ His fingertips are reluctant to let mine go.
A small tear escapes from the corner of my eye. ‘I’ll never forget you, Jackson.’ I hand him a keepsake. A small rumbling laugh bursts from his lips as he takes the coconut bra from me and holds it up. ‘And I’ll never forget you, Maddie.’