by L. L. Ash
“Thanks,” I told her, bending over to press a kiss into the side of her neck as she stood hunched.
Adele giggled, which made me smile back.
This was going to be the best vacation ever.
Adele
When Serge got into the shower to get all the travel and sand off, I decided to do some exploring around the room.
There was a bible in the drawer of the wardrobe, a pen and notepad inside the wooden desk, and a nice collection of coffees in pods near the little instant coffee machine.
Heading back to my suitcase, I pulled a few things out, namely the three other bikinis I brought, and the lingerie sets I’d stuffed into the bottom of one bag.
Some were just matching bra and panty sets, but I got a few nighttime ones for...well, I didn’t really know what they were for.
Part of me had decided to seduce my escort, which sounded so stupid, but I only wanted him if he wanted me.
Opening the next drawer, I saw a few wadded clothes inside, along with two bottles of what looked like expensive cologne.
One was a turquoise blue with the Versace name on the front, and the other was a sensuous black and blue bottle with a bold SAUVAGE written across it.
I put both bottles to my nose and smelled him.
Funny how he smelled different depending on the time of day, opting for the turquoise one in the day and SAUVAGE at night. Even still, I loved how he teased my senses that way.
I placed the bottles back into his drawer quickly, before he found me snooping in his things.
But the bottles pressed against the sweats and t-shirts, revealing the matte black corner of a box.
Listening for the water to turn off, I decided I had time to invade his privacy further and reached for the box.
My cheeks burned up when I pulled out the brand new box of condoms.
The package bore the tag of Elite and ultrathin.
In the… Oh God… the economy size.
I shoved the box back into the drawer unceremoniously and gulped.
Did he have the same plan of seduction as I did? Or was he just expecting to do his job?
The water shut off and I climbed into the luxurious bed, hiding underneath all the soft covers.
Serge came out soon after, smelling clean and yummy before he crawled into bed with me and cuddled me from behind.
“You asleep?” he whispered.
“Mhmm,” I mumbled back.
“Ok. But since you’re asleep I’ll just whisper into your ear since you can’t hear me...I’m glad you invited me on this trip. I’m really happy to be here with you.”
His words ricocheted through my belly and sent quivers through it.
I kind of hated that he caused that kind of reaction in me because I wasn't some dumb, young woman anymore, but at the same time, he made me feel young again, as if there were all the opportunities and moments in the world to feel the same thing again.
Moving in closer, he dropped his head gently beside mine and breathed in the scent of my wet hair.
I wanted to answer him, but I couldn’t. Not without making a fool of myself. So instead I just laid there, unmoving until he fell asleep, easing the guilt of not at least acknowledging his words.
Instead, I just let those feelings burn themselves into my heart where I would treasure them long after he left and moved on.
“Malishka, we need to get up.”
I stirred from my sleep, surrounded by the intoxicating spicy scent he wore at night.
“I’m tired...”
“You gotta get up and adjust to the time change. C’mon. Let’s get dinner then we’ll crash again when it’s night time.”
I let him tear me out of the bed, carrying me in his arms until we were in the bathroom again.
“I took it upon myself to pick something for you to wear, so put it on and meet me out on the bridge.”
Groggily, I settled myself onto my own feet and he left me, fingers gliding against my waist as he extracted himself.
I didn’t do much to myself before meeting him, just putting on some mascara and brushing out my long brown hair before going to the dress he'd picked. It was laid carefully at the foot of the bed, one of my new lingerie sets sitting on top.
He had to have seen the other pieces I’d bought. He had to have seen them, but didn’t mention it.
The dress Serge picked was a breezy, white dress with large red flowers on it, that tied halter style behind my neck and draped around my lower back.
Underneath I put on the matching panties, but I left off the bra. I wasn’t large enough to really worry about flopping around without it, and with the halter, I couldn’t wear the shoulder straps, anyway.
Slipping on a pair of beachy wedge heels I’d bought especially for our trip, I made my way out to the bridge that connected our row of bungalows to the resort. Serge stood there in cream colored shorts studded with a brown belt with a white shirt tucked into it. A cream, linen jacket sat open over his chest with the sleeves pushed up to his elbows. Even the brown loafers on his bare feet matched the belt and watch on his wrist. He looked like something on the front cover of a men’s magazine.
I pulled out my phone and lifted it up to take a quick, candid shot.
But he turned instead, his hair brushed up by the breeze and the stoic look on his face broke into a smile.
I caught it. The transition between stoic and adorable.
“You know, usually people ask permission before taking pictures of other people,” he said with a grin, moving closer to me.
He took me into his arms and I moved his boxy sunglasses up and onto his head.
“You just looked so handsome. I wanted to capture the moment.”
“Take as many pictures as you want,” he told me in a low voice before taking my phone from me, moving it to video mode.
Pressing the red button, we were filming.
“In Bora Bora,” he said for the camera, our cheeks pressed together all cute-like as we smiled at the little lens. “And with the most gorgeous girl on the island. Lucky me.”
His face turned to me, the camera still rolling as he leaned in and kissed me by my ear.
My head turned to his in surprise, but he took advantage and took my lips with his, demanding my tongue and lips to participate as he made sweet love to my mouth.
“Lucky you,” I said breathlessly as I remembered the camera was still rolling.
It was down now, lost in the folds of my dress.
Taking it back from his hand, I stopped the video, then pressed play to watch it before deleting it.
Serge’s mouth went back to my neck as I watched it, nipping little kisses down my shoulder.
I heard his voice through the speakers, then he turned to me on the screen and this look of absolute fascination and adoration filled his face, eyes burning with unequivocal lust as he moved and kissed my neck, then my lips.
It only caught a few seconds of the devouring kiss before the phone dropped down into the white and red of my dress, but it was enough.
There was absolutely no faking what I'd just seen. There was no pretending to be the man that was on that video.
Instead of deleting, I clicked my phone off and put it into my little handbag before wrapping my arms around his waist.
“Ready?” he asked me, dashing the tip of his tongue along the vertical tendons of my neck, just under my ear.
“I’m starving,” I responded in a throaty voice that told us both I wasn’t just talking about food.
“C’mon,” he took my hand again and we walked away from that perfect little moment, moving on to another perfect moment.
We had dinner outside in the beautiful Tahitian sunset, eating exquisite food and drinking a fine wine and finishing the bottle between us.
When the sun had just about finished setting over the ocean, we decided to go back to the room.
The crystal water beneath our little boardwalk reflected the pinks, purples and blues of the sky, sending a kale
idoscope of colors through the air along with the salty sea scent.
I closed my eyes to breathe in the moment, putting it to memory.
“What are you doing?” Serge asked me after a moment, pausing outside our room and wrapping himself around me from behind.
“Just taking a second to enjoy this,” I admitted. “I don’t get to do this every day, so I’m going to savor every moment I can with you like this.”
His arms squeezed me for a moment before letting go.
“We should probably try and get to sleep again now that it’s a decent hour,” he murmured in my ear. “To shake off the jet lag.”
I just shook my head.
No way could I sleep like this. There was absolutely no possibility that I could fall asleep with him beside me and not know his touch for another moment.
“Serge, I have to know something,” I started with a shaky voice.
“Anything, malishka,” he whispered back.
“Would you still be here...If I weren’t...if things between us were different, would you still be here?”
“I’d be here if I paid for the entire thing myself, Adele. Being here with you is everything to me in this moment.”
“You don’t feel obligated or...”
“Don’t you even go there,” he pressed me closer to him. “Just the sight of you and the sound of your voice gets me hard, and I can’t make it stop no matter what I do. Believe me. I’ve tried.”
I turned in his embrace and wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him down for another kiss.
He held me there for a long time, chests pressed together in the sacred twilight between daylight and night.
“Serge...I’m ready...I’m...”
“You don’t have to say another word, malishka. Let me take it from here.”
He boosted me up by my thighs, legs wrapping around his waist as he carried me the last few feet to our bungalow.
I kicked the door closed with my feet, arms still around his neck as we made it to the bed and he sank with me to the mattress, lips finding mine in pure need.
His hips sank between my legs and ground gently, his desires clear as day as his hands moved everywhere practically all at once.
“I need you,” he breathed against my lips, ending the kiss only so he could drop down to my neck.
“Wait, wait, the drawer,” I panted as his hand drew over the cotton of my dress, gripping my breast almost too hard.
Desperate.
Somehow he knew what I was saying because he untangled himself from me and managed to shuck his jacket on the way to the set of drawers where I’d found the condoms earlier.
He grabbed the whole box, ripping into it without ceremony before flinging the entire thing, all but one ribbon of little black squares, back into the drawer.
As he separated one with his teeth, I sat up, then stood, watching as he slowed his movements to watch me, too. Entirely fascinated.
My hands lifted and I bit my lip as my fingers touched the clasp at the back of my neck that held my dress together...and released it.
The entire thing fluttered to the ground, leaving me in just the red panties.
His chest expanded in what looked like a silent gasp, then his breathing continued to grow more ragged as his eyes burned a trail up each inch of my skin.
“Get on the bed, Adele,” he whispered fiercely.
I did as he said, sinking back down again as he stood, frozen.
Leaning back onto my hands, I took every last strand of boldness I had left and lifted my feet to the bed, pressing my wedges into the mattress by my hips, spreading my knees.
His chest heaved and he was instantly barreling forward, practically falling on top of me in an attempt to get back to my lips, to connect deeper and deeper…
“You’re playing with fire,” he gritted out, his fingers scooping the red panties off from around my hips and moving them down my legs until they hung off my heels.
“I want to get burned,” I breathed back, pulling up the hem of his white t-shirt.
He helped, getting it up and over his head in seconds before working the button of his shorts.
They fell with a faint rustle, but I hardly noticed as I watched those same fingers dig into the band of his boxer briefs and push them down, revealing a monster of a cock that I knew would be a challenge to take.
The black foil package was back in his hand and being torn open with his teeth before he deftly dipped his head, rolling it on.
Not another word passed our lips as he kissed me again, slow and sensual as the tip of his cock touched me, my slit bare and literally dripping, waiting for him.
Digging my nails into his shoulders, he got the point and pushed into me, pulling an audible gasp from us both.
My eyes fluttered closed as he withdrew, slowly, steadily, then slammed back in.
Pure, unadulterated bliss.
“Faster,” I breathed against his lip, biting carefully.
And he obeyed, his hips thrust in a steady rhythm that moved my entire body, mind and soul.
I wanted to scream out, beg him to go faster, harder… tell him how I loved him…
Instead I squeezed my eyes shut as tears fell past my lashes and streaked down my cheeks.
He slowed and I felt his hands on my face, fingers wiping away the trail of tears.
Opening my eyes, he was looking at me with fierce determination, mixed with a soft tenderness I’d never seen in a person’s eyes before.
“I’m close,” I whispered and he nodded, understanding without needing the words.
He sped up again, changing his angle and wrapping my legs around his back until my heels were digging into his ass.
Just that movement sent me spiking upward toward that place he so easily helped me reach.
Warmth gathered inside my belly and spread, blooming through my entire body as I fell over into soft waves of ecstacy.
He slowed for me again, letting me ride it out before he started pumping for himself this time.
His orgasm hit him quickly, eyes squeezing shut and fingers gripping my hips so hard he would likely leave bruises. He grunted, groaning while his head fell to my chest, muscles giving out on him.
I dropped my head back, closing my eyes as well as we stayed there, unmoving, not saying anything, doing anything, and simply absorbing the majesty of what had just happened between us.
“Malishka,” he eventually moaned into my skin.
“You going to be ok, tiger?” I asked him, running my fingers through his hair with a smile.
He lifted his head and I saw the exhaustion mixed with satisfaction on his face.
“I can’t believe you made me wait so long for that,” he said instead of answering.
“Was it worth it?”
He gave a choking laugh before kissing me once, twice, then moving off me, withdrawing himself from my body.
I felt immediately empty and cold without him there, settled deep inside me.
“It was everything,” he whispered again, eyebrows drawn together as he straightened and moved away, scooping off the condom and dropping it in the trash.
After getting rid of the condom, he returned to me and picked up one of my feet, my tall, wedge heels still strapped around my ankle.
His fingers deftly undid the buckle and slipped first one, then the other off before he lifted the bed covers and nodded toward the pillows.
I crawled under, the sheets, feeling the soft cotton caress my skin as he climbed in after me, pulling me into his chest; assuming his normal position, except with me facing him this time.
“Thank you,” I told him quietly and felt his chest hollow out for just a moment before he hushed me.
“Go to sleep,” he said with a gravelly voice.
I just dug my head further into his chest and obeyed.
Chapter Seventeen
Serge
Slipping out from the bed without waking Adele was harder than I’d bet on, but I needed a fucking smoke so bad,
I had to try.
As it turned out, I ended up waking her up anyway and she mumbled, asking where I was going.
“Smoke,” was all I said as she curled back up, naked around a pillow.
I crouched to dig my boxers out from under the pile of clothes at the side of the bed. Pulling them on, I stopped at the same drawer I’d kept the condoms and grabbed my cigarettes and lighter before heading toward the back door that faced the ocean.
Closing it behind me, I took a moment to breathe in the fresh salt air before sticking the smoke between my lips and dipping my head, lighting the tip.
Bitter, hot smoke filled my lungs with immediate relief as I took my first drag.
Collapsing into a chair on the deck, I closed my eyes as smoke streamed out of my mouth.
I always needed a cigarette after a really good fuck...except what just happened wasn’t a fuck.
I knew sex, I knew fucking, copulation, fornication even, better than most...and that wasn’t any of those things.
That was better. That was transcendent. That was a spiritual experience that I was pretty sure had me believing in God again.
What that was? That was lovemaking. That was intimacy in one of its deepest forms. She trusted me with that...and I ate it up like an animal.
Taking another long drag, I held it, then sighed it out.
“You ok?” Adele’s voice asked from behind me.
I looked back over my shoulder and saw her in a fluffy, white cotton robe the hotel had provided us with.
“Fine,” I lied. “You should go back to sleep.”
“You’re smoking, so something is up.”
How the hell did she know that?
“You always smoke when you’re worried about something, or thinking really hard,” she answered my unasked question.
“You’re amazing. You know that, right?” I murmured, taking another puff.
“I know. But you still didn’t answer my question.”
“Yes I did.”
“Not to my satisfaction,” she clipped back at me, crossing her arms over her chest, which looked completely ridiculous because she was in such a fluffy robe.
It was adorable.
