Chapter 5
Emily
Gavin is sittingon the couch in my room. We just got back from a lazy day lounging at the pool. We have a few hours before we had to make our dinner reservations. We came back and hung out for our last night together before we both headed back to reality. A reality that I’m not sure I’m ready to get back to. I’ve enjoyed spending my days lazying about, exploring ruins, and swimming in natural waters. And best yet, with a younger, yet very attractive man.
We’ve been having fun, but a small part of me wants to know just a little more about him than I’ve allowed thus far. Another part of me is struggling with the knowledge that we live in the same city and this will be the last night that we spend together. Should we exchange numbers? Should we see one another when we get back home? My nerves on how to act after tonight are buzzing.
I try to relax.
Except around him, I can’t. Around him, my senses are heightened, and my body is fueled by his closeness. Hell, all I can think about around him is sex.
I slowly walk over to him and climb onto the cushion beside him, lean over, and place my hand on his front. His hand moves to my shoulder, to my throat, and up my neck while we slowly kiss.
I need more.
I move my hand, massaging his cock over his shorts, giving him a sign of what I want. He kisses me deeply, his arm wrapped around my back while his other reaches and grabs at my ass. He squeezes before his fingers pull at the fabric of my swim bottoms. He pulls the fabric over my hip, and I help him. He pushes himself to a better sitting position, with my hand moving back to massage his cock. I kiss him hard before I move down his chest. I pull his cock out of his trunks and suck the head into my mouth, while my hand pulls his trunks down all the way. I’m lying on the couch, with his cock in my mouth. Slowly sucking him off, while his fingers play with my ass. Dipping slightly into the tight pucker and then down further to my pussy. Alternating, he fucks both my holes with his single digit, as I use my mouth to pleasure him. To bring him to the brink of satisfaction. He pulls my body like a rag doll as he positions my pussy over his face. I almost lose my concentration while his tongue flicks against my center. Together, we each puck one another with our mouths before I can’t take it anymore. I move my body down and hover over his rigid cock before I sit myself down on his lap. His hands move underneath my ass as he lifts me while I bounce up and down on him. I move my body while sitting reverse cowgirl under. I lean forward, his hands slipping from underneath me to place at my hips, with my knees helping guide me. I lean forward and his thumb is at my asshole again. Pressing inside while I ride him, bringing me closer to an orgasm in the quickest way. My body clenches with his cock in my pussy and his thumb in my ass. My throat is dry as I yell out in satisfaction.
Gavin spins me around and places me on my back, my legs wrap around his middle, and my tits bounce with each thrust, as he finds his own release moments later as he slams into me continuously for a few minutes with his hand around my neck.
We’re quiet over dinner.Perhaps because of this being our last night. Or perhaps because we’re exhausted from being in the sun all day.
I’m playing with my food. Something that I hate when other people do. But here I am, using my fork and moving the food on my plate around because I’m nervous.
“Are you okay?” Gavin asks.
Okay, so he noticed. I should be embarrassed, but I place my fork on the plate and my hands in my lap.
“Tomorrow, I leave.”
“I do too.”
“I don’t want to. I’ve been enjoying myself. And I’m also not ready to go back to work.” I look at the ceiling and groan.
“I know the feeling. As much as I am enjoying myself, I’m a little excited to go home.”
“Wow. I don’t know whether I should be offended.” I press my hand to my chest and joke.
“Oh shit. God, no! I have some exciting stuff coming up after I get back. New beginnings and all.”
“I know. I know. New job, right?”
“Yes, ma’am.” He nods. “I’ve got a few days before starting when back home, so that way I can get out of vacation mode. But I’ve never been more excited to go to work.”
“I think that’s great.”
“What about you? Are you excited about going back to work?”
“I’m sort of wishing my vacation was two weeks instead of one. I enjoy my work a little too much. So much so, that I rarely turn off. I’m always working in one way or another. Hence why it’s taken me years to take an actual break. A girl could get used to this kind of life.” I tell him, picking up my fork and resuming eating.
“Why has it taken you so long to take some time off?” he questions.
“It just always seemed as if there was a new project that I needed to streamline. Or a new person in my department. Or something coming up quickly. It was my director who told me I needed to take time off. I hadn’t been getting any paid time off credits for a while as I reached the limit. So, she suggested I use some and, well, here we are.”
“Nice. What time is your flight tomorrow?”
“I leave at around noon. You?”
“I think we’re on the same flight again.”
We finished dinner and made our way back to our rooms to change into our bathing suits and met at the private pool by my room before heading down the steps that led to the beach.
I brought a sand resistant blanket to sit on from my room and placed it on a spot on the beach. We placed whatever clothes we wore down on the blanket before Gavin grabbed my hands and brought us to the water.
Our laughter mingled with the gentle lapping of the waves against us and around, a symphony of joy, echoes across the water. In that fleeting moment, in one another’s arms, we were carefree.
The water is warm. With his arms around me, we waded into the crystal clear waters, the cool embrace of the ocean enveloping us like an embrace. With skin against skin, and the light from the full moon above us as our mouths fuse.
The moon casts a gentle glow over the pristine sands of the beach as we grab our blanket and belongings.
“Let’s hang out here for a while,” Gavin says.
“Okay,” I agree.
The rhythmic symphony of waves crashed against the shore, painting an enchanting backdrop for our last night together. We stroll hand in hand along the water’s edge, our footprints trailing behind us, imprints of our shared moments over the past week.
The air was balmy, carrying the fragrance of salt and sea, mingling with the sweet scent of nearby flowers from the resort. Above, the stars scattered across the velvet expanse, illuminating our path.
As we reach a secluded spot, Gavin spreads out the blanket beneath a swaying palm tree, inviting me to join him. We settle onto the soft fabric, our bodies sinking into a cocoon of comfort as if the world has slowed to a tranquil pace, just for us.
With a tender smile, Gavin reaches for my hand, his touch a reassurance amidst the impending farewell we have tomorrow. Our fingers intertwined, weaving a silent vow to cherish every fleeting moment.
“I never want this night to end,” I murmur, my voice a whisper.
His gaze meets mine, shimmering with unspoken emotions. “Same, but we both know it has to,” he says, his tone void of emotion.
The rest of the night, our conversation ebbed and flowed like the tide, punctuated by laughter and stolen glances that spoke volumes in silence.
I didn’t want this thing between us to be over.
I wanted to see him when we got back.
But I don’t have the time to dedicate to a romance.
Or do I just not know how to devote time to someone else?