CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR #2
“Do you want me to lift the shades? You won’t be able to see much since it’s dark.”
She gave me a look. “That’s the last thing I want.”
“Got it.”
Her eyes looked heavy, and she kept blinking a lot.
“If you’re tired, you can go to sleep, angel, I won’t mind.”
“Are you sure?” She yawned covering her mouth with her delicate hand.
“Positive.” I leaned over, gave her a kiss on her forehead, and smoothed her hair back. “When you wake up, we’ll be at the beach.”
She smiled. “That sounds nice. And I’ll be honest—I’m fine with sleeping through the entire flight.”
“You know what? Me, too. I’m tired. Let’s just nap together.”
She nodded, smiled, and closed her eyes. I did too. But I couldn’t wipe the smile off my face when her fingers intertwined with mine, and we held hands.
It felt good. It felt right.
***
“This is yours?” she asked, her voice full of doubt as we stood outside my beach villa.
“It is.” We held hands and stood at the door with our bags in hand.
“Like, it’s your family’s, right? Not personally yours.”
“Nope. This is mine. I bought it a couple of years after college. I wanted a place to get away—someplace not far from West Bay, but far enough that no one knows who I am here.”
We were on Grand Bahama Island. I loved it here because it was a mix of everything.
There were public and private beaches, remote places to re-charge, biking and hiking trails, and urban areas with all the restaurants and clubs a person could want.
I had thought it was perfection on my first trip here with a friend in college.
I’d decided as soon as I had enough money of my own, beyond my inheritance, that I’d buy myself a place here.
And I had. After I made the first few million in technology stocks, this was the first thing I bought.
I looked at my beach villa through Nadine’s eyes.
It was large with a deep front porch, a screened-in back porch, several bedrooms, a chef’s kitchen, a dining room, and a huge lower deck with a pool and an amazing view of the ocean.
I’d been lucky after hurricane Dorian decimated parts of the island a few years after I bought the place. My home was one of the fortunate ones that hadn’t been overly affected by damages. I’d donated a couple of million dollars to the Red Cross to aid in their relief efforts.
I was thankful that now everything on the island was mainly back to normal and thriving.
I watched Nadine’s pretty face as she looked around. Her eyes were enormous as she took it all in. “I can’t believe you only come here a few times a year. Who stays in it the rest of the time?”
I shrugged, feeling a little embarrassed.
“Well, I hand the keys over to several of my friends throughout the year. All the Salazars have stayed here a few times. Byron has come several times, both with his family and with his girlfriend.” I thought for a second.
“Well, I guess she’s his ex-girlfriend now. ”
Nadine’s head whipped my way. “Ooh, I want to hear all about that.”
I held up a hand, laughing. “Nope. That’s Byron’s story to tell. He hasn’t even told me very much about it yet.”
She looked disappointed and like she might ask more questions, so I dove back into the conversation we’d been having.
“I’m going to offer it to Melda after we get back to West Bay.
She needs a vacation. And there are full-time caretakers who live here.
” I had a live-in housekeeper who was married to the live-in gardener.
They had a separate floor with their own bedrooms and kitchen.
“And when anyone is here, there’s a chef who stays here. ”
Her eyebrows went up. “Wow. It’s… spectacular,” she said turning a full circle as she took everything in. “You have your own private beach?”
“It’s just the stretch in front of the villa, but yeah.” I grabbed her hand. “Come on. You haven’t even seen the inside.”
“I don’t even need the inside,” she laughed. “Just give me a sleeping bag, and I’ll be happy sleeping out here on the beach for a couple of days.”
I laughed, too, but I couldn’t help but think that she was halfway serious. Nadine was the kind of woman who would happily do that. She really was low maintenance, especially for someone as gorgeous as she was.
Once again, I was reminded of how different she was from the women I was used to being around.
I couldn’t wait to be with her for the next few days. I was a little confused by my feelings. I was desperate to fuck her. I had planned on us using the bedroom on the plane for the duration of the flight, but that hadn’t happened. But I was almost just as excited to show her around the island.
“Come on,” I pulled on her hand. “Let’s get unpacked.”
She was wide-eyed as she followed me.
Later, we fell into bed, too tired to do much besides kiss and cuddle each other.
***
Nadine shrieked as she ran away from me. I was chasing her into the ocean. Again. We’d had so much fun over the past few days. I didn’t even want to think about going back to West Bay. We had one more night here. In the morning we’d have to fly back to reality.
I launched into the air and grabbed her, both of us going under the crystal blue waters. We came up gasping and laughing. I grabbed her to me and kissed the hell out of her, my tongue licking the seam of her mouth, demanding entrance.
She responded by opening for me as she leaped up and crossed her legs around my waist, her arms around my neck, and kissed me back enthusiastically.
“Damn,” I groaned. “I can’t get enough of you. No matter how many times we’re together it’s never enough.”
Her head fell back as I kissed down her neck, sucking gently here and there.
“I feel the same,” she breathed, her voice barely legible above the sound of the waves crashing on the shore.
We’d done almost nothing but fuck since we’d gotten here.
I’d planned on taking her into Lucaya or Freeport for some nice dinners or to go dancing.
Instead, we’d stayed around the villa. We ate whatever the chef made for us, which was always delicious.
And I’d fucked her on almost every possible surface around the house.
I was afraid she’d ruined the villa for me. I’d never be able to stay here again without thinking of her. The two of us had laughed hysterically at nothing, tickle fighting and attacking each other before falling back into bed. Or the shower. Or the pool. Or the beach. Or the dining room table.
We’d fucked everywhere.
And I just wanted more. I kissed down her neck and into her cleavage as I walked out of the ocean, carrying her with me.
“Oh, God,” she moaned as I kissed, licked, and sucked every inch of visible skin I could get to.
I stumbled and almost fell as we reached the huge outdoor tent I’d had set up for us. I wanted to spend our last night out here on the beach, falling asleep to the sounds of the ocean as I held her in my arms.
It was a beautiful, heavy fabric tent. This was definitely glamping.
One of the four sides was rolled up and tied so we’d have a view of the ocean.
There was a bed of sorts—a large blow-up mattress that had been covered with the highest quality sheets and about a million pillows.
There was even a doormat and an outdoor shower for us to wash the sand off.
We were too desperate for each other to use the shower now. I just wiped my feet and then fell onto the mattress with her.
“Let me help you with these,” I said grabbing her bikini bottoms and pulling them down her long, tanned legs, as she bounced on the mattress, giggling.
As soon as they hit the ground, I was between her legs, pushing her thighs apart and diving in.
I’d always enjoyed going down on women, but Nadine was something else entirely.
I craved it, like her pussy was made of something different from other women’s.
I loved the taste, the smell, the feel of her.
“Reynolds!” she cried as I devoured her.
I wasn’t gentle. I used my fingers to hold her folds apart while I licked with firm strokes from her opening to her clit, circling it over and over, before moving down and entering her.
I fucked her with my tongue as she grasped my head.
Her fingers dug into my hair and held me as she cried out above me.
I moved my hands to her hips and held them firmly so she couldn’t move, even as she tried to writhe against the onslaught of my tongue.
I replaced my tongue with two fingers, thrusting them into her as I worked my way back to her clit.
I fit my mouth around the little bud and sucked with consistent pressure.
I flicked it with my tongue while I crooked my fingers inside her and rubbed against the spot I knew would send her over the top.
She screamed as she climaxed, her thighs squeezing around my head as I licked and sucked her through it.
I stayed there, licking and sucking, enjoying her release as she gasped and mewled and tried to push my head away.
I waited until she went limp before crawling up her body and lying beside her. We laid like that for a few moments, the sound of the waves crashing against the shore lulling me into a drowsy state even though I was hard as a rock and wanted to plunge inside her.
I waited as her breathing returned to normal. My eyes feasted on her tits as she stretched her arms and arched her back. She still had her bikini top on, the small fabric triangles doing nothing to conceal her large breasts.
I stared at them as she turned her head. I felt her gaze on me, and I dragged my eyes upwards. Our eyes locked. She lifted her hand and ran a finger across my jawline. “I can’t believe I ever went without a man who could do that.”
I smirked. She’d told me before that her only boyfriend before me was terrible at eating her out. He’d been so bad that she’d come up with excuses to keep him from doing it. “I’m glad I can be of service.”
She let out a contented sigh, then grinned. “What do you want in return?”