They finished up the day at the oceanfront of Kaanapali with a luau and a heavenly meal. Enjoying the performance and the exotic cuisine as the sun made it's decent, providing a whole other kind of beauty to relish.
It started to rain as they made their way back to the beach house. Trina ran inside the minute they arrived because she didn't want her hair going too curly. It was too late because her already wavy hair had started to become more defined in its curl.
He liked it that way or whatever way she had it. She was one of those women who looked good no matter what style she wore her hair in.
"It's completely curly isn't it?" She gasped and pouted as she looked at herself in the mirror in the living room.
He leaned on the wall opposite her and gave her a tentative look. "Is this one of those times I'm supposed to not tell the truth. It could be safer for me if I pretend I didn't hear you." He gritted his teeth as she laughed.
She swatted him brushing her hands over his chest, making his skin tingle where she touched, although his t-shirt was drenched from the rain.
"Tell me the truth." She smiled and turned back to face the mirror. "You can see what it looks like from the back."
Yes, he could, along with everything else. Her top clung to her skin highlighting the perfect outline of her frame. Those fully rounded breasts that he used to play with, the curve that ran down to her tiny waist, her perfect ass in those shorts and those elegant legs he’d couldn’t help but imagine wrapped around him.
Water trickled down her back and dripped on to the floor. She gathered up her hair and moved it to the side revealing the smooth skin on her back.
"Brad, are you listening?"
"What?"
She turned back to him. "The truth would be great. Curls are a no in humid weather."
"Oh, um..."
A worried expression crossed over her face. "I look that bad?"
"No, God no. You look..." He attempted but stopped. Her wide, beautiful eyes charmed him, and he found he couldn't fight against the force that drew him to her even if he tried. "You look beautiful."
Her eyes widened at the comment.
"You think I look beautiful?" She held his gaze.
"Yeah, so you shouldn't worry about your hair." He couldn't resist. Brad reached out and took hold of a lock of it. It felt as silky as it looked, and just like he remembered. He watched in fascination as the ends curled around his finger.
"I had a really good time today," she said softly. He continued to stare at the lock of hair in an attempt to restrain his desire for her.
"Me too."
"I almost forgot that we weren't actually here on vacation, and... that we aren't a couple anymore," she stated surprising him.
He looked up to meet her penetrative stare. Her eyes bathed him in admiration, shimmering with that sparkle she used to have in the past. The fringe of her lashed cast shadows on her cheeks and a soft and loving curve touched her lips as she continued to regard him.
He should walk away, go upstairs and into his room. That was what he was supposed to do. But he couldn't. Brad was too eager to hear her thoughts. He wanted to hear what she had to say, and know what she was thinking. Could it be possible that he was wrong in thinking she wasn't over him?
Did she feel the way he did?
"I almost forgot too," he agreed.
The sparkle within her beautiful eyes became brighter and her cheeks flushed. "That's strange, right? You'd think that's something we'd remember. We haven’t been together in years."
“Years.” He said more to himself than to her.
“I was eighteen.”
“And I was twenty.”
“Now, we’re in our thirties, all … um grown up. You’re…” her voice trailed off.
“I’m what?”
“Really, really hot.”
“And so are you.” He released the curl and reached out to touch her cheek. The sudden contact with her skin was almost unbearable. It sent a warm shiver through him. She felt the same and looked the same, and Brad felt the weight of his feelings for her pull heavily on his heart.
He couldn't talk. All he saw were her lips and her. His Trina, the best thing that had ever happened to him.
It was useless to resist that force of desire that overtook his body and infiltrated his mind.
She opened her mouth to say something else but he stopped her.
Brad lowered to her lips, smoothing his over hers, caressing her mouth more than kissing it. Then he immersed himself in the desire that engulfed him and took complete control. Her lips molded to his, welcoming him and the light press of her hands on his chest urged him to continue. She rested against him and brushed her delicious tongue against his as their mouths opened to intensify the kiss.
Desire pulled at his groin with a desperate need for this woman he wasn't supposed to have.
And all reasons why he couldn’t have her evaporated from his mind.
Trina felt as if she’d been given a dose of new life from the moment Brad’s lips touched hers, her body tingled from it. As if it had been injected into her soul. Her empty soul that had been void since the day Brad left.
What was crazy was she didn’t realize just how hollow she was inside until just now, and as he kissed her, her whole essence absorbed him wanting him with an aching need.
It became more apparent when he stepped away from her breaking the kiss and the power that captured them within its grasp.
“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that. I…” Brad’s voice faltered as he looked at her.
She didn’t want him to apologize, not when his kiss was something she desperately wanted and needed.
“I’m not sorry.” She breathed resting against the wall, taking the moment to gaze up into those eyes which were filled with the same fire and desire for her that he’d displayed in the past. It was compelling, magnetic and the silence prolonged the moment.
His eyes drank her up and darkened with emotion as he studied her face with a tentative gaze for an extra beat, as if he was checking to be sure.
“I’m not.” She said again, to give him the confirmation he needed.
At that moment, she saw his eyes light up with the heated blaze she felt and when he moved to her she was ready for him.
He reclaimed her lips, fusing his to hers, but this time hunger took over. Hunger that consumed her, hunger that consumed them, making her relinquish everything and she succumbed to the powerful domination of it.
Brad picked her up and carried her to her room, his lips never leaving hers. They ended up on her bed tearing away at each others clothes. Hers was the easiest to take off with the flimsiness of her top and the lacy bra she wore. Within seconds she was completely naked against him. She managed to take off his T-shirt and all that was left on him were his jeans.
Trina wanted to enjoy him and run her fingers over his amazing body. But the hunger, and desire was too much. There would be nothing slow about them right now.
“God, Trina please tell me you’re still on birth control.” His voice came out on the edge of a labored breath.
She hadn’t even thought of birth control, but yes she was definitely on the pill and glad too because she couldn’t imagine him being inside her any other way.
“Yes,” her voice too was strained.
“Do you trust me?” he whispered into her ear.
“I trust you,” she told him.
The smile on his face heated her up even more. She eased herself up onto her elbows as he moved back. She wanted to look at him but she only caught a glimpse of his huge, hard cock when he stepped out of his boxers.
Just a glimpse that was enough to make her want him even more. He moved back to her, and ran his hands up between her thighs, leaning down to kiss the very sensitive skin there. He then made his way up to her center and when he ran his fingers over her folds she buckled on to the bed, grasping at the silky sheets from the impact.
She felt herself go wetter and more so as he ran h
is tongue over her clit and sucked on her there.
“Brad,” she cried reaching for him. “It’s too much. I can’t.”
“Hold on baby, I want to please you some more.”
She was surprised at the control he showed because she’d all but lost her mind, utterly and completely.
Trina couldn’t hold on. An orgasm took her, and shook her, leaving her shuddering against the force of it. She didn’t even notice when he moved, but felt she’d just about pass out when the tips of his fingers were replaced with the hot head of his cock as he slid into her.
Her body welcomed him, taking him in, remembering him, craving him. It was unreal.
Buried to the hilt he moved into her. Slow then fast, and faster.
Brad gripped her waist and straightened up pumping at a steady pace with a surety that made him all the more attractive.
She caught a sight of his rock hard abs, the swirl of tattoos that were imprinted into each muscle and the tight, taut skin there. God, he looked like something that stepped out of some wild sexual fantasy, and the sight of him sent her into overdrive.
Trina arched into him when he moved faster, now pounding into her. Her body spasmed around him, lost in the throes of pleasure. Liquid fire singed through her veins, coursing throughout her body with unbearable heat.
She screamed in release, legs clenching, and her mind shaken from the greedy orgasm that seized her.
But, he wasn’t done with her yet. A wicked smile flickered across his face and he slid out of her so that he could turn her over on to her hands and knees. Weak as she was she moved because her body remembered how good it was about to feel in this position.
“You used to like it this way,” he groaned as he thrust back into her from behind. His words vibrated through her.
“I still do,” she whimpered as he started pumping into her. She sighed in unashamed pleasure, her breath coming in jagged rasps now.
“Give yourself to me baby,” he told her running his hands over her breasts that bounced fiercely with each movement.
Giving herself to him was no problem because she met his thrusts eagerly, fueled by her own passion as he rode her.
Delicious friction penetrated every nerve, hunger matched hunger within their merged bodies and another orgasm wracked her body making her collapse beneath him.
She cried out as he continued to pound into her, then his grip on her waist became tighter as he jackhammered towards a desperate climax that matched her own.
“Fuck.” He growled. His release then came with warmth inside her, hot, and virile, leaving him gasping.
He leaned back, breathing hard with pleasure-glazed eyes then lowered to join her, panting with her in the aftermath of their wild love making. Slipping his arm around her waist he pulled her closer to him, knowing that she enjoyed being held.
“Trina.” He breathed against her forehead. “Are you okay?” He stroked her hair.
“I’m better than okay.” She was still breathing heavy like she’d just ran a marathon but she felt amazing, and her skin was buzzing with the ecstasy she felt. “Brad, please tell me that we’re doing that again.”
He smiled into a kiss on the edge of her shoulders.
“Oh yeah. I’ve already planned out tonight’s activities.” He chuckled.
She smiled loving the sound of that.
Chapter 9
God, she was beautiful.
Brad just couldn’t get enough of her body. She’d been like a drug to him. Pure and raw, scorching his mind and soul with the heat of her touch.
Up until tonight, he remembered her as his Trina. The delicate flower who he’d done everything with. He watched her grow from the wild, bright eyed girl who captured his heart into a beautiful woman. But at eighteen, when he last saw her, she was still just a girl.
She was a woman now, a goddess who was confident and comfortable with her body. She knew she could drive a man wild just from her presence and tonight he’d had the privilege of feasting on her.
He looked her over as she giggled, lowering another spoon of ice cream to his mouth. She sat on him, naked, with those long, smooth legs wrapped around his waist, hair wild and tousled and those massive breasts bouncing in his face as she moved.
“Open up.” She cooed smiling. In the soft night light that mingled with the moonlight she looked like she’d just stepped out of a dream. After three glorious conquests of her body they’d decided on playing around and feeding each other ice cream and marshmallows.
He’d had a great time with her and it was hard to believe that they’d ever been anything but this. How had he missed her become this perfect being? How had he left her, and stayed gone for so long?
As he held her she felt like she was his. All his.
He knew she wasn’t, but he didn’t want to acknowledge that just yet. Not yet. He would though. Soon.
Right now he wanted to enjoy the dream. The fantasy of her, of them together like this. No one had ever compared to her, and he’d been lost. Brad wanted this moment, and nothing was going to stop him from enjoying the woman he’d craved so badly for years.
“I’m done with ice cream Trina. I want this again.” He cupped her breasts and squeezed her gently, loving the soft breathy moan that escaped her lips, and the look of pleasure on her face.
Damn, he couldn’t help it. Her delicious breasts were right there inches away from his face, and they looked good. He lowered to suck her, drawing the sweet nipple into his mouth and sucking as if he was drinking from her.
“Knock yourself out.” She laughed, seeing how much he was enjoying himself.
When she set the ice cream down he moved to her other breasts, taking in the tight taut nipple that needed to be soothed with a kiss.
Her hips lifted and brushed over his cock that was starting to harden up again.
Good, he wanted to have her as many times as he could. As many times as she could handle, and from the wetness he felt gather at her center he knew she was ready again.
“One more time, and I swear I’ll let you sleep.” He said kissing the top of her cleavage.
She laughed, a soft laugh that filled his insides with desire. More desire. “Do I look like I want sleep?”
“I want to say no, but I don’t want to be selfish.”
She leaned down and kissed him. “You aren’t, so take me as many times as you want.” Her voice was heavy with sexual heat.
Just like before he didn’t need to be told twice, or need any further encouragement. Her words alone hardened him up to bursting point.
She laughed again when he flicked her on to her back and kissed his way down from her lips and to her thighs. He nuzzled on the soft skin there, kissing her and caressing her. Then, he moved to taste the sweetness of her, running his tongue over the little bud that made her lose control.
She did and immediately she came filling him with that sweet nectar that sealed him to her, and drove him mad with need. That unleashed the primal need he had to be inside. As much as he wanted to feast on that sweet nectar some more he guided himself up to thrust into her, knowing he’d finish right there if he took another taste.
He started pumping slowly because he saw she needed time to adjust, but once he felt that she had, he moved faster and gripped onto her waist, knowing he’d give her the most pleasure like this.
Her eyes fluttered shut and her breath grew ragged but the pleasure on her face, and that smile fueled him with wild energy.
Soon he was pounding into her and she was calling his name. That was when he lost control, losing his mind to the call of ecstasy.
She gasped for release and he could feel her spasm over his hard length. Maybe it was exhaustion, or maybe the wildness of the night they shared. Maybe it was a combo of the two, but he felt like he’d been sucked into an alternate reality and he could no longer feel himself. It was like his soul had disconnected from his body and went to a plane of transcendence, and just as he reached there he felt the onset of his own releas
e.
Desperately, he gripped the soft skin of her thighs, straining body and mind, and fighting the rush that built up within him. But, it was too much. He pounded home, bursting into her with a bone deep growl of pleasure.
Fuck, he hadn’t meant to lose it like that, he knew that despite what she said she must have been tired.
She was breathing hard, and her hair was wet with sweat, but she smiled when he looked at her and that made him feel a little better.
“Are you okay?” he asked, moving so that he was next to her. He rested his hand on the flat contours of her smooth stomach and watched the rise and fall of her breasts.
“I’m okay,” she answered, still trying to catch her breath. “That was really amazing.”
“I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
“No, I’m fine. I’m more worried about falling asleep.” Her lids looked heavy.
He pressed his lips to her. “Sleep baby, you need sleep.”
“No,” she shook her head. “I don’t want this night to end.”
She held his gaze with a pleading in the beauty of her brown eyes, and if he had the power to freeze time he would have in that moment.
He took her into his arms and held her, knowing exactly how she felt.
Knowing what she meant. He didn’t want the night to end either.
It wouldn’t just be about tonight. it was about the years spent without each other. The years they lost. There were so many of them. Too many.
But it was for a reason, and whichever way he looked at it, it was his fault.
The second he thought that, a perfect recollection of why he couldn't have her entered his mind. Brad had staved it off all night, but in his mind’s eye he saw Jim's face. His look of disapproval, declaring his dying wish that Brad leave Trina alone. Brad promised he would, and look at him now. The strength of the memory seized him but he didn’t let go of her. He held on to her, taking in the precious moment they shared together.
He only released her when she fell asleep. Brad then slid off the bed and went back to his room. There he sat until the early hours of the morning. Thinking.
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