Chapter Eighteen
Ryan
As we stroll down the beach together on this beautiful day, my mind wanders to our upcoming excursions beyond Heirani Motu. The Au Naturel chain is expanding, and we've booked trips to the newest properties. But first, we'll visit the original Au Naturel Naturist Resort in Oregon. It's family friendly, just like the one being built in Florida will be. I picture me and Meredith lying on the sun-drenched shores of the Sunshine State. They have alligators in Florida. But James and Holly swear there won't be any at the new resort.
Meredith has never looked more beautiful than she does today. Yeah, I say that every day, but so what? It's true.
"Do you think you're ready for that naked sand volleyball tournament yet?" she jokes, waggling her eyebrows suggestively.
I groan, pretending to hate the idea, and try to hide the smile tugging at my lips. "Don't push your luck, Mer."
She sees right through me, of course. Her answering laughter makes my smile deepen. "What are you thinking about, sweetie?"
"Just how unbelievably lucky I am." I pull her closer, relishing the feel of her soft skin against mine. "A year ago, I never would have imagined this life."
"You mean you didn't envision yourself walking naked on a beach with your wife?"
"Not exactly."
She hooks her arm around mine. "Do you remember the day first met?"
I let out a hearty chuckle. "How could I ever forget? You nearly gave me a heart attack on the waterfall bridge."
She pulls back, ducking her chin with mock indignation. "Excuse me, but I believe you were the one who stumbled into my peaceful sunbathing spot."
"Only because I was trying to get a break from the clothes-free guests. It takes a while to fully acclimate to all those bouncing tits."
A warm feeling spreads through my chest as I remember how our initial awkwardness slowly dissolved into curiosity, attraction, and eventually love. "We've both come a long way since then."
"You've changed the most, Ryan. I've watched you learn to truly live again and embrace the unexpected."
We stop walking and face the ocean. I turn to face her, silhouetted against the setting sun. "I have something for you."
"Ooh, I love presents."
From inside a hidden pocket in my beach bag, produce an object. It's a small bracelet made of colorful threads and tiny seashells, intricately woven together. "It's not much, but..."
"That can't be what I think it is."
I gently clasp the bracelet around her wrist. "It's a replica of the one you were wearing the day we met. The one that later got caught on my shirt when I oh-so-gracefully stumbled onto your sunbathing spot in the woods."
She laughs, tears welling in her eyes. "You remembered."
"How could I forget?" My fingers linger on her wrist. "It was the moment everything changed."
Meredith runs her fingers over the delicate shells, each one a reminder of how far we've come. "Ryan, this is beautiful. Thank you."
"So, does this mean you're finally going to forgive me for messing up those perfect tan lines that day?"
She playfully swats my arm. "Hmm, I don't know. That was a pretty big offense. You might need to do more than just apologize."
"I think I can handle that."
Her eyes shimmer with excitement. "Oh, Ryan, won't it be wonderful to visit the original Au Naturel resort? I can't wait for that."
"You do realize we'll be stuck on a plane for a long, long time during the flight to Oregon. It won't be a fun fest."
"Oh, I think we can find ways to make it fun," Meredith proffers. "Maybe we can join the mile-high club."
I laugh and shake my head. "Always the adventurous one. But I'm pretty sure that's frowned on these days."
"Spoilsport," she teases, nudging me with her hip. "Fine, we'll have to settle for some in-flight movies and overpriced airplane food."
We continue our stroll along the shoreline, having no destination in mind, just enjoying this island that has become our home.
She rests her head on my shoulder. "A year ago, I never would have thought we'd be here. Planning our future, feeling...whole again."
"Me neither. But this place had a way of healing us and helping us rediscover ourselves, didn't it?"
"Absolutely. Sometimes I think this place is literally magical."
The beach is deserted now, save for a few birds calling in the distance. Most of the guests are watching the miniten matches on the lawn. I feel a familiar tug of desire as I watch Meredith's hips sway with each step.
"How about we take a little swim," I suggest, "while we have the beach to ourselves?"
Meredith's eyes light up. "I thought you'd never ask."
We race toward the water, laughing like children who just saw their first glimpse of the ocean. The cool waves lap at our ankles, then our knees, and finally envelop us completely as we dive beneath the surface. When we emerge, Meredith's hair is slicked back, droplets of water glistening on her skin in the moonlight.
I pull her close, reveling in the feel of her wet skin against mine. The water laps gently around us as we float together, our bodies intertwined. I brush a wet strand of hair from Meredith's face.
"You're so beautiful," I murmur, tracing my fingers along her jawline.
She nudges my hip. "You're not so bad yourself, Mr. Kimble. Especially when you're all wet and glistening with all those muscles on display."
"Maybe I should stay wet all the time, if it makes you this horny."
She wraps her legs around my waist. "You look downright irresistible right now."
The playfulness in her voice sends a shiver down my spine. I lean in, my lips hovering just inches from hers. "Well, Mrs. Kimble, I can't resist that kind of temptation."
I close the minuscule gap between us to crush my lips to hers. The taste of salt mingles with her familiar sweetness. Her fingers tangle in my wet hair, dragging me closer as the gentle waves lap around us. Finally, we give up each other's mouths, breathless, our foreheads touching.
"Race you to that outcropping," she challenges, nodding toward a small cluster of rocks jutting out from the shoreline.
Before I can respond, she's already swimming away, her lithe form cutting through the waves. I laugh and give chase, my competitive spirit ignited. We splash and play, forgetting for a moment that we're adults who aren't supposed to behave this way. Screw what we're "supposed" to do. I want to chase my wife just for the hell of it.
Soon, the sun dips below the horizon, and my wife suddenly jumps up, stretching languidly. "Hey, why don't we take a moonlit swim now? Before we head back to our bungalow?"
I raise an eyebrow, trying to suppress a smile. "Now? It's getting dark."
She jumps up, pulling me along. "Exactly. It'll be perfect."
"I'm getting kind of tired, Mer. Crawling into bed with you sounds like a much better idea."
"Tired?" she scoffs. "I'm nine years older than you, but I'm not worn out yet."
I give her ass a playful swat. "Careful, Mer. I might decide to spank you."
She bats her eyelashes in an exaggerated manner, knowing full well how ridiculous she looks. "Shall I carry you over my shoulders?"
I smirk and shake my head. "That won't be necessary."
"Are you sure? I wouldn't want you to trip and fall on a seashell because you're wiped out."
She's already racing toward the water. The cool sand beneath our feet gives way to the lapping waves, and she lets out a peel of delighted laughter. I follow more cautiously, my steps measured as I try not to let my bare feet sink into the sand. The second I wade into the water, I can't help letting out a surprised gasp. "Holy crap, it's warm. Not sure why, but I expected the water to be chilly."
"Told you it would be perfect," Meredith teases while splashing me. "It's like stepping into a silky bath."
"You're right," I admit, sinking deeper into the inviting embrace of the ocean. "I forgot how incredible the water is here. It's like we've slipped through a portal to paradise."
The moonlight dances on the gentle waves, casting a silvery glow across the surface. As we venture further from shore, the water caresses our skin, its warmth a reminder that we're on the other side of the world, literally. Tiny bioluminescent organisms sparkle around us with each movement, creating a magical underwater light show.
"This is amazing," Meredith breathes, her voice barely above a whisper. "Don't you feel it, Ryan? Like we're part of something bigger?"
"Only because I'm with you." I swim closer, enjoying the view of her tits floating atop the water. "It's kind of like...all the boundaries just disappear out here."
She smiles as if she understands exactly what I mean. In this moment, we're not defined by our past, our jobs, or even our clothes. We're just two souls, connected to each other and to the vast, beautiful world around us.
I've turned into a sap. Weirdly, that doesn't bother me at all.
My wife floats on her back, her hair fanning out around her like a halo.
"What are you thinking about, Meredith?"
She turns her head to look at me, a soft smile playing on her lips. "I'm thinking about what I'd like to do to you in our bed tonight."
I swim closer, gently lifting her upright so I can wrap my arms around her. The warm water laps at our shoulders as we float together. "I know what you mean. I've got ideas for your body too—once we're lying on that soft bed."
"Who says we have to wait until we're in bed?"
I pick her up and march out of the water, holding her close, and I don't let go until we're standing at the door of our bungalow. "Could you open that for me, baby?"
"Sure thing."
Meredith reaches out and turns the handle, pushing the door open. I carry her over the threshold, our wet bodies dripping onto the polished wood floor. The familiar scent of tropical flowers and sea air wafts through the open windows.
"Welcome home, Mrs. Kimble," I murmur against her neck, relishing the way she shivers in response.
"Why thank you, Mr. Kimble," she purrs, her arms tightening around my shoulders. "Now, are you going to put me down or do I need to take matters into my own hands?"
I chuckle, slowly lowering her feet to the ground. "As tempting as it is to never let you go, I think we both know you're more than capable of taking charge."
She trails her fingers down my chest. "You bet I am. And right now, I'm going to take charge of getting us both dried off."
Meredith saunters over to the bathroom, her hips swaying in a way that makes my dick begin to rouse. I follow after her, admiring the view. She grabs a large, fluffy towel and turns to face me with a seductive smile. "Arms up."
I comply, letting her run the soft fabric over my body. Her touch is gentle yet purposeful, lingering in all the right places. When she finishes, I commandeer the towel.
"Your turn, Mrs. Kimble."
I take my time drying her off, gliding the towel over every curve and dip on her sexy body. I brush my fingers against her skin, eliciting small sighs of pleasure. When I'm done, I let the towel drop to the floor and pull her close.
"You're so damn beautiful," I murmur, roving my gaze over every inch of her body.
Meredith tilts her head, giving me better access to her neck. "Mm, you're not so bad yourself, handsome."
Her hands roam over my back, nails lightly scratching in that way she knows drives me wild. I growl softly against her skin, nipping gently at her pulse point.
She pushes me backward toward our king-size mattress. "Bed. Now."
I fall onto the plush comforter with a soft thump. She straddles my hips while I slide my hands up and down her silky-smooth thighs. The sight of her hovering over me makes my breaths grow heavier. "God, I love you, Mer."
She leans over me, her lips brushing against mine. "Show me."
I flip us over in one smooth motion, pinning her beneath me.
Meredith gasps in surprise, then grins. "Someone's eager."
"Can you blame me?" I drag my tongue along her neck, across her collarbone. "You are a goddess."
My lips continue their journey south, worshipping every inch of her skin. Meredith arches into my touch, soft sighs and moans escaping her. When I reach the apex of her thighs, I glance up to meet her gaze. She tangles her fingers in my hair, urging me to come closer. I oblige, running my tongue along her slick folds. She gasps, her hips bucking against my mouth even while I go on devouring her.
"Ryan," she moans, writhing her hips.
I lose myself in pleasuring her, alternating between long, languid strokes and quick flicks of my tongue. Her thighs tremble on either side of my head as I bring her closer to the edge. When I slip two fingers inside her, curling them at just the right angle, she cries out.
"Oh god, yes!" she shouts.
Her back arches off the bed as she comes undone, waves of pleasure washing over her. I continue my ministrations, drawing out her orgasm until she gently pushes my head away, oversensitive.
I crawl back up her body, every luscious inch of her along the way. When I reach her lips, Meredith pulls me in for a passionate kiss, tasting herself on my tongue. Her hands roam over my back, nails lightly scratching.
"My turn," she purrs, flipping us over.
She straddles my hips and rocks against me teasingly, the wet heat of her core sliding along my length. I groan, gripping her waist with my hands.
"Mer, please," I beg, desperate to be inside her.
She smirks, clearly enjoying having me at her mercy. "What do you want, Ryan?"
"You," I breathe. "Always you."
With agonizing slowness, she sinks down onto me. We both moan at the sensation of finally being joined. Meredith begins to move, setting a languid pace that has me gritting my teeth with the effort to hold back. I don't want to go off until she does. Her hips roll in a mesmerizing rhythm, and I'm transfixed by the sight of her above me, bathed in moonlight streaming through the bungalow's windows.
"God, you're perfect," I murmur, running my hands up her sides to cup her breasts.
She leans into my touch, increasing her tempo. "So are you."
I thrust up to meet her, matching her rhythm, our gasps and shouts filling the room, growing louder every moment. The sound of skin slapping on skin mingles with our moans and grunts. Meredith braces her hands on my chest, using the leverage to ride me harder.
"Ryan," she gasps. "I'm almost there."
I push a hand between us, finding the sensitive bundle of nerves that I know will push her over the edge. Her movements become erratic as I circle her clit with my thumb, rubbing it roughly. Meredith's head falls back, her mouth open in a silent cry of ecstasy. I can feel her inner walls fluttering around me, bringing me closer to the edge.
"Let go, baby," I encourage, increasing the pressure of my fingers. "I've got you."
With a keening moan, Meredith comes undone above me. The sight of her in the throes of passion, combined with the rhythmic clenching of her body around mine, sends me over the edge. I thrust up twice more, harder than ever, then bury myself deep inside her as I follow her into that blissful release.
We stay connected for a moment, both of us panting and trembling with aftershocks. A sheen of sweat glistens on our bodies. Meredith collapses onto my chest, and I wrap my arms around her, holding her close. I press a tender kiss to her forehead as we lay tangled together, our breathing slowly returning to normal. The gentle ocean breeze drifts through the open windows, cooling our flushed skin.
Meredith traces lazy patterns on my chest, a contented sigh escaping her lips. "That was unbelievable. You never cease to amaze me with your sexual prowess."
"Same for me," I reply, tightening my arms around her. "You give me more kinds of pleasure than I knew existed."
We fall into a comfortable silence, basking in the afterglow. As I run my fingers through her silky hair, a thought occurs to me. "Hey Mer, remember that hidden ledge we heard about?"
She props herself up on an elbow. "Of course. We still haven't gotten around to exploring that."
"Why don't we make that our mission for tomorrow?" I suggest, tracing lazy circles on her back. "We could pack a picnic, make a whole day of it."
The excitement in her expression is adorable. "Oh, that sounds perfect! I've been dying to see what's on the other side of that waterfall."
"I know. You've been talking about it non-stop since I told you about it."
"Can you blame me? A hidden world just waiting to be discovered...it's like something out of a storybook."
I pull her closer, nuzzling her hair. "As long as I'm with you, every day feels like an adventure."
"When did you get so sappy, Mr. Kimble?"
"When I met you, Mrs. Kimble." I kiss her forehead. "On the day I first saw you, when you were ripping your clothes off and grinning like a kid in a candy store, that's when I melted into a sappy puddle for you."
She wriggles on the mattress, getting into position to sit up facing me. "So, what do you think we'll find behind that waterfall? Maybe some ancient ruins? Or a tribe of people who've never seen the outside world?"
"Who knows?" I pull her on top of me. "But won't it be fun to find out?"
Meredith grins. "It'll be a blast."