Chapter 22
Chapter twenty-two
Bex
The sun is going down on the most incredible day.
Our evening wrapped around each other in the four-poster bed was everything.
We made love, then talked for hours about everything and anything.
I’ve never felt so at ease with anyone. This man worships me for who I am.
He loves every part of my body—deeply, reverently, shamelessly.
After my fifth orgasm of the evening ripped through me, I grabbed his head from between my legs and demanded food.
We raided the cupboards for a takeout menu, and we’re currently sitting on our balcony eating pizza, watching the evening sun disappear.
It was the kind of evening I didn’t believe existed outside of the movies. The perfect end to a perfect day.
Our first three days pass in a haze of sex and food. I’m impressed that Ben had been forward-thinking enough to have groceries delivered prior to our arrival. My only clothing during our stay has been my skimpy gold bikini or absolutely nothing at all.
Ben’s been naked the whole time; I love watching him strutting around the house. He’s completely at ease, whether making breakfast or pulling me into his lap. I know when he is relaxed, but also when he needs me.
We swam in the infinity pool and made love against the wall while overlooking the ocean.
Ben displayed his limited culinary skills, but he wore an apron after a near-miss with his crown jewels and some oil.
Even he agreed that the rule of full nudity he declared when we arrived could be relaxed under the circumstances.
Damage to his member would be a national tragedy neither of us could bear.
Part of me wants to freeze time. Hold on to these days before reality creeps back in. I’m going to savor every moment.
Day four has arrived, and Ben announced we’re going to venture out. As much as I want to protest and attempt to convince him to stay in our naked paradise, I’m curious and ready to explore this beautiful country with him.
Armed with a beach bag filled with sunscreen, a picnic, hats, and fly swatters, we head off in search of the beach.
I’m wearing my most demure bikini. It's a soft blue that covers all the necessary areas while still accentuating my cleavage.
Over the top, I have a white summer lace dress that my bikini peeks through.
I feel free, sexy, and so bloody in love.
Ben is relaxed and happy. It makes him even more beautiful.
He’s wearing long denim shorts that finish just above his knees.
A loose-fitting white shirt that’s open at the neck hints at the athletic body beneath.
He looks magnificent in his aviator shades as he walks toward the car, confident and in control.
As we cruise back down the winding roads toward the coast, the sea comes into view again. We enter a whitewashed town perched on the rocks above the water. The roofs are a mixture of red and blue, highlighting the Mediterranean feel of the area.
After parking the car on a small side street, we wander, hand in hand, through the small town.
It’s buzzing with locals and tourists enjoying the sunshine and laughing.
I drag him into every gift shop we stumble across, and finally, we buy a small blue and white dish.
It’s laughably stereotypical of something you would purchase when traveling, but it will be perfect for putting our keys in back home.
Investigating the maze of streets, we find a staircase leading down the side of the rocks beside the sea.
Ben takes my hand, then leads me down. The stone is worn with the hundreds of feet that have been here before us, but at the bottom, we emerge into the most amazing private cove.
Turquoise water laps at the golden sand, and the surrounding cliffs curve like a cocoon, cradling the beach.
Only a single gentleman sunbathing a few hundred meters further down occupies the area.
I lay out our towels the way I have seen it done in holiday brochures and movies. Ben watches me quietly, nothing but admiration in his eyes.
“I’ve never done this before,” I admit. “First holiday.”
“Why didn’t you say?” he teases. He knows that. “I’d have arranged something special.” He grins wide, flashing that beam that melts me every time. “Oh, wait. I have. A high-class mansion and private beach.”
He pauses, and I throw him a dubious look that this part of the trip was planned. “Well, the beach was just luck,” he admits grudgingly. I pull him down to me. We lie on the towels, tangled in each other’s arms, the sun warming our skin. He kisses the top of my head.
My toes sink into the warm sand; it wraps around them as the scent of the ocean fills my nostrils.
With Ben’s breath against my cheek and my body in his arms, the day is perfect.
Time slips by unnoticed. We eat our picnic and paddle in the shallows, splashing water at one another and stealing kisses at every opportunity.
I’m living out the pages of a romance novel today.
Ben coaxes me out as far as my knees, but I hesitate beyond that. The sea has a mind of its own, untamed and unpredictable. Finally, I agree to put my big girl panties on and go deeper. On the strict condition that he won’t let me go.
We wade out into the blue ocean, hand in hand, the water cool against our sun-warmed skin. Then he takes me in his arms, and I wrap my legs around him. My arms loop his neck, and he holds me like I’m his universe.
The beach is still quiet, with only a few distant sunbathers.
I suppose only a few are willing to make the trip down the old stairs.
Their loss. Ben nuzzles my earlobe, his lips trailing small kisses from my ear to the base of my neck.
A soft gasp escapes me. My nipples stiffen beneath my bikini, the cool water amplifying every sensation.
His hand slides upward between us, fingers teasing through the thin fabric.
“I want to fuck you here,” he murmurs.
I don’t know if it’s the sun, the sea, or simply him, but I’m undone. There’s no hesitation. No rules. No shame. Just us. He carries me farther from shore, guiding us behind a jagged stack of rocks protruding from the water.
I feel the shift in his body before it happens—his cock, thick and hard, pressing against me, ready to claim me.
He pins me gently against the rock, the hard surface cold on my back.
His mouth crashes into mine, stealing the breath from my lungs, his tongue sliding as if he needs to taste me to breathe.
His hands roam over my backside, rough, pulling my bikini bottoms aside. Then, in one swift, desperate move, he thrusts, stretching me wide. I cry out, muffled against his lips. He’s deep. Deeper than I’ve ever felt him.
His rhythm is fast, urgent, the water rocking with us, salt on our skin, sun on our faces.
My back scrapes against the stone, pain blending with pleasure, sharpening everything.
My body clenches around him, pulling him over the edge with me.
He bites down on my shoulder, groaning into my neck as he finds his release.
We stay like that for a long moment, drenched in salt, sweat, and aftershock.
Then he leans back, grinning. “Told you I wouldn’t let you go.”
I trace circles on his back, unable to respond, memorizing the feel of him. The words he just said moments ago—I wouldn’t let you go—echo through me, fragile and dangerous all at once.
Hell, I hope he means it. I hope that when we return to our normal lives, he’ll hold on just as tightly as he has now.
Because I’ve seen what happens when Ben walks away. He left Kelsey, and I’m not sure I could survive him leaving me.
***
On our final evening, we head out to a small beachfront restaurant. It’s quaint and romantic, with fairy lights hung around the terrace, and the only music playing is the sound of lapping waves.
Ben has been quiet today. His regular glances at his phone tell me all I need to know.
He’s nervous about going home, more concerned than I am, maybe.
I want to ask him what’s wrong, but don’t want to ruin what we’ve enjoyed.
Once we’re back in London, we can face it together.
So, I stay quiet, hold his hand, and kiss his lips whenever I can.
I'm here for him, and I want him to know it.
I’m wearing his favorite white lace dress with no underwear. The shock on his face was hilarious when I ran his hand up the inside of my thigh in the taxi. A hint of what was in store for him when we got home tonight.
We sit across the tiny table from each other.
A single candle burns in a green bottle, and the wax dribbles down the side.
The meal was exquisite. Course after course of seafood perfection.
A woman selling single red roses approaches.
Ben buys one and presents it to me like it’s a diamond ring. I laugh and accept it willingly.
He holds my face in his hands and kisses me. It is gentle, but full of possession.
“I adore you, Bex,” he murmurs, his voice low, almost breaking. “You complete me.”
Tears prick my eyes. I kiss him back, hard and greedy.
“I love you, too.”
We hold each other for what seems like forever. He kisses me again, and I fall further. The look in his eyes tells me he feels it, too. We’ve each found our soul mate, but that change in him is still there. I can sense it.
A quiet cough from behind us breaks the moment, and we look up into the embarrassed eyes of our server. He offers us a drink to finish our meal, and we both accept happily.
Sitting with the man I love, full and satisfied after a delicious meal in the most beautiful place, really is the most wonderful feeling.
My mind wanders to what may wait for us at home.
Everyone will have had time to consider our relationship.
My stomach somersaults as I imagine the verdict waiting for us.
But I know if we face it together, we will be fine.