Chapter 9
CHAPTER NINE
Maya
“Mrrggmnbbrgghh duurggtttlll,” I shout through my snorkel, trying to get Adrian to look at the giant sea turtle swimming under us.
He shrugs his big sexy shoulders, hovering underwater as his yellow flippers sway back and forth.
“Rrragghragghh raorrgh!” I shout again, pointing to the turtle.
He finally looks, but it’s too late. The turtle is gone.
He swims up and I follow him up to the surface. He takes his snorkel and mask off and I get taken aback when I see his gorgeous face. Even with a pink mask line wrapping around his forehead, cheeks, and nose, I still get stunned by his beauty.
“What’s the matter?” he asks, his voice full of concern as he swims over.
I feel his protective hand gripping my waist as I move my mask on top of my head. “There was a huge turtle. Did you see it?”
He exhales in relief then breaks out into a smile. “I thought you saw a shark.”
“If I saw a shark you would have seen my ass swimming back to the boat,” I say with a laugh.
He groans hungrily. “Now that’s an image I wouldn’t mind being my last.”
I splash him with a little bit of water and then turn back to the giant yacht floating nearby. “Are you getting hungry?”
“I’m famished,” he says, his heated eyes locked on me.
So we swim back to the yacht for lunch, but I find out that Adrian’s hunger is not for sandwiches and chips. It’s for me.
As soon as we slip into the master bedroom to change into shorts and a tank top, he’s on me, kissing my neck and pulling off my bathing suit.
“Oh, this kind of hungry,” I say with a moan as he slides his hand between my legs and cups my pussy. It’s already so wet and ready for him. I’m burning for this man.
The wet bathing suits come off in a flash and he backs me onto the bed, turning me so I drop down onto my hands and knees.
I cry out, hoping the staff can’t hear me, when I feel his mouth on my pussy, eating me out from behind. His strong hands grip my ass cheeks as he buries his tongue inside me, devouring me like he’s been obsessing about it all morning.
My whole body melts for him. I turn to putty.
But then I start thinking of his hard cock and the way it felt last night, stuffed inside me, and it’s all I can think about.
“Fuck me,” I beg, dropping my head onto the bed. “Take that big beautiful dick out and fuck me with it.”
He gives me one last toe-curling lick and then postures up behind me. My body shivers as I feel him moving around back there, the anticipation itself hurling me toward the edge.
When I feel his cock sliding into me, hard and long, I cry out in pleasure. I don’t even care who hears me now. This feels too good.
I cum twice before we finally head up for lunch.
I eat the best meal I’ve ever had on our third night together.
We stay at The Aurelia, eating in one of their five star restaurants. La Dolce Vita, which translates to The Sweet Life, is an Italian restaurant overlooking the beach. The food is so good it makes me moan with every bite.
With the wine, the food, the music, the sound of the waves, and the way this amazing man is looking at me across the table all bathed in candlelight, I feel like I’ve stepped into another world. How can this be my life? What did I do to deserve this?
This time over dessert, Adrian is asking me rapid fire questions.
“What’s your favorite animal?” he asks, watching my mouth as I take a bite of the delicious tiramisu. It’s soaked in rum and it’s going straight to my head. And between my legs… although that may just be Adrian…
“My uncle’s cat,” I say with a smile as I picture Ganoosh. “He hates everyone, but he always comes and sits on my lap for some reason. No one knows why.”
“I meant species of animal,” he says with a laugh. “Not a specific animal.”
“Your question didn’t specify that,” I say in a playfully stern tone as I dig my fork into the tiramisu for another bite. We’re supposed to be sharing it, but I’m doing all of the heavy lifting. “Next question.”
“But you didn’t answer my question.”
“Yes, I did,” I say, narrowing my eyes on him. “Next question.”
He laughs, shaking his head. “Okay, fine. Do you believe in ghosts?”
“No,” I say, thinking about it. “It just doesn’t make sense.
Billions of people have died throughout history.
If there were ghosts, there would be ghosts everywhere.
In Costco, in the library, hanging out in the car with you just to go for a ride.
And think about it. People are such perverts.
If there were ghosts, male ghosts would be crowded and perving out in every woman’s bathroom and I haven’t seen any while I’m taking a shower. ”
“If I was a ghost, I’d move into your bathroom,” he says with a creepy grin.
I toss my napkin at him. “If you were a ghost, I’m probably the one who killed you.”
“Babe,” I say, jolting Adrian’s round shoulder as he snoozes on the chair under a palm tree. “You’re burning up.”
He slowly opens his eyes and smiles when he sees me.
“I like waking up to you.”
“You’re going to wake up to five degree burns if you’re not careful,” I say, grabbing the suntan lotion from the bag. We’re on our private beach and there’s no one around for miles. “Let your suntan lotion attendant reapply for you.”
He just lays there, watching me with this peaceful, satisfied look on his face as I start rubbing the suntan lotion all over his chest, arms, and shoulders.
“Mmmmm,” he moans as I take my time on his chiseled abs, getting every nook and cranny. For the sun. Obviously.
My mouth waters when I see the long hard erection pushing out against his bathing suit. The sight of it sends heat rushing to my core.
“What’s going on here,” I ask in a playfully stern tone. “Are we getting inappropriate, Mr. Drake?”
“I can’t help it with your hands on me,” he says, his voice all deep and rough. “You’re irresistible, sweet girl.”
I love it when he calls me that. I make sure no one is around and then I slide my hand into his bathing suit, wrapping my lathered-up fingers and palm around his hard meaty cock.
His groans get heavier and he keeps letting out those deep possessive growls I love so much as I start to stroke him up and down.
I pull his bathing suit down his muscular thighs and continue jerking him off as he watches me with a dark sexy look.
At one point, he tries to pull me on top of him, but I slap his hand away. “No touchy, Mr. Drake. Please let your suntan lotion attendant do her job. We don’t want this big powerful dick to get sunburnt, do we? No, no, no. I have big plans for it all week.”
He stretches out on the beach chair, putting his hands behind his head as he watches me stroke his cock in a smooth, rhythmic motion.
He starts breathing heavier and faster, and when he grits his teeth, I know he’s close to the edge.
I squeeze harder and move faster, my wrists and hands cramping up, but I don’t stop. I’m using both hands, excited to see him cum.
“Fuck,” he hisses as I bring him closer and closer. He’s staring at my chest, my breasts bouncing up and down in my bikini top with all of the vigorous movement.
“You want to see these?” I ask with a huskiness in my voice as I yank my top down, popping my breasts out.
He watches with those dark lustful eyes as I bring him to an orgasm, his cock tightening in my hand before he unloads.
I gasp as he orgasms, releasing thick streams of cum all over my hands and wrists as he lets out deep carnal grunts and groans.
I lick my lips and keep stroking him, smearing his hot cum all over his solid shaft and big swollen head. He never softens, not even for a second.
And this time when he reaches for me, I let him. He pulls me on top of him, yanks my bikini bottoms to the side, and sinks that big delicious cock into my aching pussy.
God, I fucking love this place.
It’s our last night at The Aurelia, but I don’t want to think about that. It’s just going to spoil the mood and I want to soak in every last second of this incredible vacation.
“Let’s pick two stars,” I say as we soak in the hot tub, looking up into the night sky. “One for you and one for me.”
We’re glued beside each other, sipping on cocktails, naked like we’ve been all day. I lost count how many times we’ve had sex today. It’s got to be in the double digits.
“Why?” Adrian asks, grinning at me. “When I think of you, I don’t think of stars. You’re more like the sun I’m orbiting around.”
I kiss his shoulder and then rest my head on it as I look up at the shining stars.
“I want to have stars for us, so wherever we are in life, we can look up at the night sky and remember this moment. I just don’t want to forget.”
“Forget what?”
“Forget this…” I say, feeling a twinge of melancholy. “Forget how we are together.”
“Why would we forget?” he says, shifting in the hot tub. I lift my head off his shoulder and take a sip of my rum punch as I watch him. “We’re going to be together.”
I hope that’s true, but…
Vacation romances are just that. Vacation romances. They never last when you mix in the real world. It’s all promises and love bombing and good intentions fuelled by gorgeous sunsets, tanned skin, sexy bathing suits, and strong drinks. They’re not real. I have to remember that.
I’ve been indulging in the fantasy of continuing this romance with Adrian, but I don’t know. It just feels unrealistic. We live in two different worlds.
“I’ll take that star on the left,” I say, pointing to a shiny one that’s next to another. It’s just the two of them out there in the dark universe, their light shining from within. “And you can have the one on the right.”
“No thanks,” he says as he holds me tight. “I have my star right here. And if I need to remember it, all I’ll have to do is turn my head and look at you because you’re going to be right by my side.”
I smile as I sink into his arms, letting myself indulge in the fantasy a little longer. It’s the last night, so what’s the harm?
Vacation romances…
They’re a hell of a beast.
I just hope it doesn’t take me too long to get over.
But I already know there’s no getting over this man.
You don’t get over something like this.
You just push forward bravely and try to move on.
Broken heart and all.