Chapter 16 #2
Overall it was a good day, one I didn’t know I’d needed until now.
Soon as we got to the room, we didn’t hesitate to strip and head to the open air bath.
While in the bath, I anticipated being inside Xylina.
Seeing her all day with barely anything on, watching the sweat drip down her skin, had me wanting her.
It felt like all the years of no sex was catching up to me and I found myself wanting her more and more.
Maybe it was because of how needy, compliant, and vocal she became during sex that I couldn’t suppress my urges any longer.
I wasn’t used to women who were so forward in bed, but oddly, I wasn’t mad.
It turned me on even more. Sex never controlled me but Xylina made it more pleasurable than it had been with my previous partners.
But just like the night before, she avoided sex.
There was some fondling and foreplay, but that was as far as it went.
Not too long after we finished, our food was brought to our villa and we sat down to eat.
“I wish we could have stayed longer. It’s so nice,” Xylina exclaimed, leaning back in her chair, smiling.
“Yeah, it is. You did good.” Xylina’s face lit up and she sat up straighter.
“Aren’t you glad you stopped hating me?” Her voice came out jokingly, but by how she was eyeing me, it was clear she was serious.
I shook my head. “I never hated you, Xylina.” I was serious and wanted her to realize that. As much as I disliked our situation, it wasn’t enough to hate her. For one, that took too much energy, and two, I was slowly realizing Xylina was the product of her environment.
Shifting her eyes to the side, she cleared her throat and waved me off. “Anyway, hold the praise because we’re not done yet.” She checked her phone and a mischievous expression shifted onto her face.
One of my brows cocked up as curiosity filled me. “What’s that mean?”
Pushing away from the table, she stood and my eyes instantly traced her body.
Xylina didn’t bother waiting for me to comment. She turned and started for the bedroom, but I wasn’t letting her get away that quick.
Quickly standing, I followed her, grabbing her just as she hit the wooden separator. Spinning her around, I pushed her against the separator and towered over her, resting my forearm above her, leaning in closely, and dipping my head slightly.
Her breathing changed as her chest rose and fell slowly and she gazed up at me with heat-filled eyes.
“You’re different from any women I’ve dealt with before. You’re a wild card.”
“I told you, I’m here to keep you on your toes, hubby.” Lifting her hand to the center of my chest where the first two buttons were open, she brushed her finger down. “Now we’ve got some time to enjoy the hot springs for a little bit before your final surprise.”
Slowly, I dragged my tongue over my bottom lip. My eyes dropped to the tops of her breasts bursting out of the opening on her dress.
“They were a good investment, huh?” Her question caused my eyes to snap back to her face.
“I noticed you stare at my breasts a lot. Not that I care, I got them done for a reason.” She pushed her chest out more and batted her lashes.
“You’re my husband, feel free to touch them whenever you want.
” She didn’t try to hide the flirtiness in her voice or eyes.
My dick began to tighten behind my pants.
“I don’t know what I’ma do with you, man.” I chuckled, taking a step back from her and adjusting myself.
“Anything you want.” She winked before turning and finally going into the bedroom. Our personalities couldn’t be more different, and in the beginning I saw that as a problem. However, the more I started to let go of the resentment I held onto, the more I found myself accepting it.
“I’d sell my left kidney for this bath,” Xylina expressed with her eyes closed. “I don’t know how they do it, but the temperature’s perfect and it’s so calming.”
She wasn’t lying. The square wooden bath was set up on a wooden deck with stones surrounding it.
On the left side was a stone wall with a waterfall that ran into the bath.
The water was deep enough that it went to my belly button.
One side of the area opened to our room, with floor to ceiling windows giving a clear view of the bed.
The other side of the deck was enclosed by wooden slats on each side, giving full privacy from those around us.
Overhead, a skylight was centered in a wooden ceiling.
The far end was open, giving a view of trees, flowers, and bamboo.
The room was decorated with a couple plants, vines hanging from the walls and ceilings, and large stones with a two-person, backless couch across from us.
The lighting was low and intimate and the room smelled of ylang-ylang and sandalwood.
“This place doesn’t take tranquility lightly. I’ve never been to a place in the US that went above and beyond to make sure their guests were relaxed,” I said, expanding my arms and resting them outside the bath.
“They don’t. It makes sense why they book quickly.”
“My parents’ twentieth anniversary is next year. I think I’ll make their gift a trip here.”
Xylina opened her eyes and focused on me. “I’m surprised they’ve made it that long. No offense, but your mom is intense as hell.”
That caused me to chuckle. “She’s just protective.”
“That’s one way to put it,” she mumbled. “She always looks at me like she wants to slap me.”
I grinned. “Growing up she was all about family and bonding. Since she couldn’t have any more kids after me, she always put my needs above anything. My happiness is the most important thing to her; so when she learned the circumstances surrounding our marriage, she wasn’t happy.”
“You can say that again. I’m sure she sees me as the antichrist or something.”
I stifled a laugh. “I’m sure it’s not that bad.”
“She told me straight up I’m not good enough to have your kids.
” Xylina scoffed. “She acted as if I was some low born peasant or something.” Before I could comment, she spoke again.
“But then again, you feel the same way, right?” Her eyes were like lasers as they peered into me.
Her lips pinched and her brows furrowed.
“Are kids something you even want?” I asked, avoiding her question. We were having a good time; I didn’t want to ruin it by talking about something irrelevant. While I was starting to grow fond of Xylina, I still couldn’t picture her as a mother.
She shrugged. “I mean if it happens, I don’t think I would be upset about it. Plus, you want to be a dad, right?” She batted her lashes.
“One day, maybe. Right now I have too much on my plate with this expansion to think about having kids.” Truthfully, I’d hoped to have my first kid before I turned thirty.
When that didn’t happen, I pushed back to thirty-five.
Since that was in less than twenty-four hours and it felt like the window was closing on me, I was starting to give up on my dream of becoming a father.
If the situation with me and Xylina were different, I would have happily gotten her pregnant within the first year of our marriage.
“If you were still with your ex, would you feel that way?” Her voice lowered with uncertainty.
I wanted her to let the conversation go.
It was clear this was something that would cause tension between us.
The last thing I wanted to do was hurt Xylina’s feelings, especially after this trip she’d put together.
I wasn’t in the business of lying to anyone either, so instead I hoped to drop it altogether.
“Xylina…” I started.
A small, stiff, toothless smile formed on her face.
She stood, water dripping down her naked body as she made her way toward me.
“Forget it. I’m sure I know the answer anyway, so let’s drop it.
” She straddled me and plopped down in my lap, causing the water to splash slightly. Her arms circled my neck.
“Xylina—” I started again, but she cut me off with a rushed kiss. My hands wrapped around her and grabbed her bare cheeks. She rolled her hips forward, teasing against my bulge.
She spoke against my lips. “We’re supposed to be relaxing and enjoying the hot springs. Let’s forget the kid talk for now. We’ve got less than an hour till your birthday; so let’s not argue.” Nipping my bottom lip, she sucked it into her mouth and moaned softly.
One of her hands left my neck and snaked its way between us. She pulled on the waistband of my trunks and pulled my dick out, stroking it slowly.
“I love your dick. It’s the perfect size. Not too big or small. Fits perfectly in my hands. Fills me up nicely.” Her tone came out breathy, eyes low and glazed over.
The room was already hot and steam rose from the bath, but the heat in Xylina’s stare seemed even hotter than the bath.
I grunted. “You keep getting me riled up and doing nothing about it.”
She smirked. “Wasn’t it you who said sex doesn’t control you? I thought you had strong willpower.”
“Even a monk has his limits.”
Xylina giggled. Her grip on my length tightened.
“What if I told you that it was all for a great cause.” Her eyes dropped between us where the tip of my dick was now poking out of the water.
Her thumb stroked the precum pooling from my tip.
I watched as she pushed her pussy against my length.
Her eyes fluttered and her teeth sank into her bottom lip.
Swallowing hard, I lifted my attention back to her face. “Greater cause? Is it to see how many times you can give me blue balls?”
The laugh she attempted was quickly replaced by a moan. My fingers dug into her flesh as I pulled her body into mine.
Her breasts dangled a fraction from my mouth. I leaned in and bit her nipple, tugging it slightly.
“Yosiah.” A gasp fell from her lips as her head went back.
“You shouldn’t tease the birthday boy, Xylina.”
“Not teasing,” she staggered out.