Possessive Australian_An Older Man Younger Woman Romance

by Flora Ferrari

  But why?

  Is this a primal reaction to this kind of behavior? Is this my inner conscious telling me something’s wrong and that I should run? But why is it happening at the same time I’m getting even stronger signals to increase my grip on his hand which is gripping mine and pull him in closer to the bed I’m in?

  And his kiss. Oh my god his kiss. He kissed me hard and with real meaning. Real feeling. This wasn’t some early twenties guy who’s still timid to kiss a girl in public and not really sure how to do it once he gets the chance. Nor is it some guy who only kisses because he knows that gets a woman closer to what that guy only wanted in the first place…sex. And very shortly after he gets his pump he’s ready to deliver his dump, using women for his own physical satisfaction.

  Oliver is nothing like that. Not one bit.

  And that’s what scares me the most. I know this guy is so intense that once I get with him it’s going to be so hot and heavy that I’ll be ruined for anyone else forever, not that anyone else even exists right now. I’ve never met a guy I wanted to give myself to and I know once I give myself to Oliver I’m going to be his and his alone.

  He’s made himself very clear of that. Actually he says I’m his already.

  He’s claiming me. Proud to have me. Wanting me so badly.

  “I guess you might be right,” I say, coming to a conclusion.

  “I know I’m right. Just like I’m right about us.”

  His look is so intense. How after being awake all night.

  “You didn’t sleep at all?”

  “How could I. And miss one second watching the most beautiful woman in the world in such a peaceful state. Watching you was like the best form of meditation ever invented. Knowing you were safe here with me. Knowing what lies ahead for us…together.”

  “What lies ahead for us together?” I ask.

  “There’s only one time when I won’t be direct with you,” he says.

  “And let me guess. That’s now?”

  “That’s when I have a surprise planned just for you.”

  “So you have something planned?”

  “This is your vacation, remember? I’m your host. It’s my job to show you the best time of your life…before our two lives become one.”

  Yeah, he’s completely psycho.

  And I’m completely in love with him.

  CHAPTER 9

  Charlotte

  I take a quick shower and change and we stroll up the road hand in hand to the coolest place to eat I’ve ever seen.

  It’s called Crate and it’s entirely open and full of beautiful and friendly people.

  I stand waiting for a table watching everyone with their dogs come and go. There are Balinese people and Australian people enjoying the morning in such a lovely way together. A lot of the people arrive on scooters together and those that don’t just stroll in by foot in their flip flops.

  I could really really get used to this way of life. Not having to wedge my foot into some sort of uncomfortable shoe every morning and then down two cups of coffee just to feel awake while my boss asks for some report that was due yesterday? No thank you to that and yes please to this.

  A table opens up and I grab it, sharing it with another couple. I like that it’s so social and you can meet people so easily here.

  A few minutes later Oliver is there holding an açaí bowl which they call an “eggxelent” and two coffees.

  I’m starved and the minute he sets them down on the table I dig into the eggxelent, which is made up of fried eggs, fresh salsa, toast, and Parmesan.

  “Oh my gosh this is so good,” I say in-between bites.

  “Want me to order another one?” he says.

  “At the rate I’m tearing through this one it might be a good idea,” I say before looking at his bowl. “How’s your açaí bowl?” I ask grabbing my clean spoon and quickly sticking it into his breakfast too, but he’s too fast, blocking me with his own spoon.

  For the next few seconds we “sword fight” like two little kids with our utensils. I’m having so much fun right now if he asked me to stay here in Bali with him I would.

  But I’m trying to be realistic. I have a life, a job, a lease…all that stuff back home.

  Not to mention he’s my dad’s best friend. There’s complicated and then there’s this.

  This…unlike him I’m not even quite sure what that is though. But deep down I know. I’m just denying it for some reason. I just can’t believe this is real. Life doesn’t work this way. Life isn’t this perfect. I’m not someone who’s filled with angst or anything, but you just don’t get what you want this easily. You have to work for it and even then true happiness and the family you’ve always wanted isn’t guaranteed.

  And life is full of compromises, but here it just seems like there are none. I can hardly remember getting tossed on my back by that wave yesterday because I can hardly remember a time without him. He’s so possessive it’s like he consumes me. He just gets under my skin and becomes part of me, but in a good way. It’s almost like his vibe and his desire have become a part of me and it’s completely intoxicating.

  An hour later we finish our breakfast.

  “What do you recommend for today?” I ask.

  “We have more options than you could imagine. There’s shopping in all kinds of little boutiques. There’s the farmer’s style markets which have anything and everything under the sun. We can try surfing again, or ride a jet ski. We can rent a motorbike and explore the island. Maybe feed some monkeys? We can have a drink and stare out at the ocean, while I stare at you. We can hop from coffee shop to coffee shop trading the sounds of freshly brewed coffee with the saltwater air. We can lounge at one of the pools by the ocean. We can go to an art gallery. We can even rent a bike and weave in and out of Bali’s notoriously packed traffic…like an adventure within an adventure. Or we can even rent a cabana or a of couple chairs and just lounge by the water all day. You can work on your tan if you want.”

  “Hey! Are you saying I’m pale?” I joke.

  “I’m saying the world is your oyster and we can do anything or everything you want here.”

  ‘Well, I’ve already lost over a day with the flight and the big night’s sleep.”

  “You haven’t lost anything,” he says bringing the tips of his fingers to my cheek. “Remember that this is just the first day of forever in paradise for us. We’ve got all the time in the world to let the stress just melt away.”

  “How about I melt right into those big arms of yours?” And that’s it. I slipped and let my true feeling out.

  “A cabana on the coast it is,” he says. “A lazy day by the ocean. We’ll rent a motorbike just two minutes up here on the main road and we’ll be relaxing in fifteen minutes.”

  “From breakfast to the beach in fifteen minutes.”

  “It could be less, but we need our own private spot.”

  “We do,” I say. “I don’t want to share you,” I say letting all my worries go and wrapping my arms around him.

  “And there’s no way I’m ever sharing you with anyone ever. You’re mine for good,” he says as he leans forward and our two lips meet.

  CHAPTER 10

  Oliver

  I wrap my arms around her from behind in our private cabana as we watch the sunset streak the skyline with hues of pink above the Indian Ocean.

  The sun slowly hides itself beneath the horizon, but there’s one thing I’ve been doing a terrible job of hiding all day…my rock hard erection.

  I tried laying on my stomach. Fail.

  I tried pouring cold water on myself. Didn’t work.

  I tried to think of something else…anything else. Not happening.

  My thoughts are fixated on her and my plan for an amazing dinner and five star resort hotel tonight are falling apart fast.

  I can’t wait. I need to have her before I explode. The pressure and pain are immense.

  And I know the pleasure will be more than all of that temporary delay i
n claiming her for mine.

  We cuddle watching the sun complete its descent and I bring my hand around to her neck placing my fingers gently, but firmly along her throat and turning her head back to me.

  We’ve been kissing all day long and it’s making me desire her so damn bad that I’m becoming like a wild animal.

  Before her head and body are completely turned I kiss her as I run my hands through her hair.

  There’s no more waiting. I can’t stop myself now.

  I’m on top of her immediately. My hands are next to her shoulders on the bed as we kiss passionately.

  Her hands come up and wrap around me pulling her body in closer to mine. I feel her nails dig into my back and it’s all pleasure, no pain.

  I slide my hands in underneath her and our bodies intertwine as one.

  Before I know what’s happening we’re rolling left and right as our mouths devour each others.

  My tongue finds the inside of her mouth and hers mine before they tangle together tasting each other.

  My knee slides in between her legs and I feel her wetness on my thigh.

  My cock pulses against her stomach and a moan escapes her mouth and I swallow it whole just like I’m going to swallow her.

  I want to make this romantic. I want to make this last all night, but my need is too strong. I can’t wait.

  My head is spinning as our bodies are rolling…completely out of control.

  CHAPTER 11

  Charlotte

  My desire to feel him inside me has been escalating all day and now it’s reached a fevered pitch.

  Our bodies move about the cabana like two snakes mating and then suddenly I feel our bodies falling.

  With a thud his back hits the sand, but we don’t stop. It only heightens my own desire and by the pressure his cock is putting against my midsection, his as well.

  We roll down the beach the sand getting everywhere but neither one of us caring.

  I feel like this is both the hottest thing and the most romantic thing that’s ever happened to me and it’s all happening at once.

  Seconds later I feel the waves underneath me and my brain registers we’ve made it all the way to the water’s edge…not that it’s registering much else.

  He’s so big and strong and when he’s above me in our roll I feel so small and feminine underneath him. It’s like I’m a rag doll that he can toss and turn as he pleases and that’s exactly what’s pleasing me, making me wetter and wetter, and peaking my desire making me ready to beg him to enter me and to make me his like he’s promised all along.

  All the motion in the sand has loosened my tied bikini top and side tied bikini bottoms, and his shorts have slid down so low I can feel his bare pubic bone grinding against me.

  “You ready for me,” he says.

  “Yes,” I moan. “Take me. Make me…yours.”

  His hand grabs for my bikini top and he yanks it to the sides and I feel the breeze across my nipples which make them harden but they’re already hard enough to cut glass.

  He takes my breast in my hand. “Uhhh,” he moans from deep within his being, the sound escaping his mouth and right into my ear as he nibbles at my lobe.

  I firm my ass against the sand and grind my hips up feeling the cool wash of the ocean underneath me yet again in rhythm, but it’s the rhythm of him entering and exiting me that I want more than anything.

  I grab for his trunks, jerking them to down a bit my hand darting inside finding his massive cock which is now above and out of his shorts. I feel his belly button against the back of my hand and realize he’s so hard his dick is somewhere up in the middle of his abs. Good lord he must be ten inches or more and all of what he’s got is about to be mine.

  “Uhhh,” he moans as I bend his cock at the shaft trying to position it to the side of my suit. His hand grabs my bottoms and pulls them to the side exposing my pussy and I feel the head of his dick twitch along my folds and I grit my teeth and breathe out hard.

  “Fuck me,” I moan in between attempts to breathe.

  “Oh you’re gonna get fucked all right,”

  “All night long,” he says.

  “Promise?”

  “I swear it.”

  And I feel the head of his dick slide inside me and my mouth opens wide, but no sound comes out.

  I breathing through my mouth, unable to catch my breath as my chest hitches and another wave slides under me the cool to his heat.

  There are great ways to lose your virginity and then there’s this. This next level mind bending sex that he’s been promising and now is delivery in its entirety as his hips move back dragging his shaft through my walls as I feel every inch he’s given me so far.

  I grab down hard and feel my hands fill with sand, not caring where sand is going anymore.

  My arms bend at the elbows and my hands bring the sand straight up. He slides back inside me. I grit my teeth and hurl the sand violently to the sides and flex my abs as I thrust my body up towards his wrapping my arms around his back and grinding my body against his.

  I feel my body rise and then move.

  I open my eyes and see he’s holding me in the shallow water. His hands grip my ass hard as he raises and lowers me on his cock.

  I move my groin in rhythm furiously feeling my clit getting the perfect rub from his cock and then a wave hits us from the side but his rock hard thighs simply flex and the wave only drives him deeper inside me right…into…my…G-spot.

  “I’m coming!” I yell and I feel a warm wave of my own form inside me and crash out through my pussy and cover his cock and it’s immediately met with a geyser of its own as he explodes inside me sending my body upward as my eyelids open before my eyes roll back in my head and my arms flex harder sending my fingernails deeper into his skin as our simultaneous climax bonds us for eternity.

  But this is just the start.

  I feel a second wave from him which unleashes a second wave from me as my head spins and I feel like I’ve died and gone to heaven.

  “My knees,” he says. “I can’t stand. You…drained…me. Everything—”

  A bigger wave slaps us right against the side sending us tumbling but sideways, not in toward the shore and his cock stays inside me as we’re pulled out into the ocean.

  I feel like I’m inside a washing machine…like this isn’t really real and then I feel my body stop moving and the water move all around us and I’m upright again.

  I open my eyes and he’s got his big arms around me, his biceps flexing as he carries me back towards the shore.

  I look down and see he’s still inside me and am completely stunned at the superhero sex that just transpired.

  We reach the cabana and he lays me down on my back before collapsing on the mattress next to me face first.

  I watch his body move up and down and up and down like he can barely breathe and I lean over and kiss him on the shoulder.

  Suddenly he spins and is facing me and his lips find mine again.

  His hands cup my face hard and he stares right into my eyes as he snarls, “You are so fucking perfect. So…fucking…perfect.”

  My breath accelerates again having never come down from all the excitement from before and I’m already ready for round two.

  “And you’re mine. All mine.”

  CHAPTER 12

  Charlotte

  We understandably wake up late the next morning and after another go round in the morning we jump on a motorbike for the trek to Ubud.

  It’s so fun weaving in and out of the chaotic traffic and when we find more open roads the wind in your hair is so freeing and liberating. You’re required to wear a helmet, but the helmets aren’t the massive motorcycle kinds back home. They’re more like an improvement on a bicycle helmet so there’s a lot of freedom of movement and your head doesn’t get so hot.

  And that’s more and more what this is becoming about. It’s ironic that he’s so possessive, but in being so it gives me tremendous freedom. If he wasn’t such a
take-charge kind of guy I’d just be lying around on the beach reading books and doing some minor activities. Those things are great, but the feeling of adventure…the connection…the places he’s taking me to eat…everything, it all ties in to his ability to control everything.

  And he’s definitely a Type A personality, but it doesn’t bother me. It’s not like he’s some boss talking down to me or yelling at me or forcing me to do something I don’t want to do. It’s more like he’s helping me explore sides of myself I didn’t really know I had. My self-confidence is sky high as he makes me feel like I can do anything, including bringing such a powerful man to his knees which I’ve already done more than once.