In that moment, I knew it may well be the most memorable embrace of my life. With my husbandly duties done to my bride outside of the bedroom, I figured it was time I kicked back and relaxed to conserve my energy because the best part was yet to come.
Chapter Eighteen
Swimming up through the crystal aquamarine water, I pulled myself up onto the worn thick boards outside our private water-front villa and immediately sighed at the sight of Billie lying stretched out, arms above her head, draped over the sunbed.
Dressed only in a tiny red bikini, she oozed sex appeal with her face turned up toward the sun, her back arched, and whole body glistening from the suntan oil she had applied sometime after I’d entered the water.
Creeping toward her I held my breath, knowing my move had to be sudden or else I could block out the sun and alert her I was beside her. In one fluid movement, I stepped astride her and covered her body with mine. The wooden sun lounger creaked under our weight, but it didn’t break as she squealed loudly in shock when my wet cold body touched hers.
“Sawyer,” she admonished, her hands landing on my shoulders as she attempted to push me up, but quickly directed her hands to cover mine when I trailed them up both her sides.
Pulling my hands away, I slid them up under her knees and wrapped her legs around my back. Pressing my bulge at her center, I began to dry hump her while she giggled hysterically at my playful antics.
“Stop it,” she chided, half-heartedly as her hands defied her and began to circle my back.
“Yeah? What? I’m not doing anything,” I complained, my dick growing thicker by the second as I continued to bump and grind against her. Although she continued to pretend I was being a pest, her hips had begun to keep time and when I suddenly stopped, hers moved again. “Ah,” I teased, pointing at her. “That one was on you, darlin’.” I chuckled and she scored her nails down my back making me hiss through a breath and my dick pulse.
Moving quickly off the sun lounger, I took her string tie bikini bottoms with me leaving her looking stunned and breathless staring up at me. Before she could speak, I scooped her up off the bed and it was then she began to protest.
“Sawyer, what are you … argh,” she screamed, her question abruptly halted as I plunged us into the Indian Ocean. Billie’s legs and arms flailed around, her eyes wide under the water staring at me like she was about to commit murder until I caught her by the waist and pulled her back to the surface. Coughing and spluttering she looked shocked and dazed by the unexpectedness of her situation. “Fuck, Sawyer,” she started, until I covered her mouth with mine.
Initially she was reluctant to kiss me back, still stunned by what I had done, but then her tongue became eager and I grabbed her legs and wrapped them around my waist. I half-swam half-doggy paddled to the small slide that led from our villa into the water and told her to grab the edges of it as the water was too deep for her to stand without her mouth being underwater.
Letting go of me, she turned and grabbed each side of the slide and I immediately stepped in behind her. My rigid cock brushed the seam of her ass and I wrapped my arms around her, one across her torso the other cupping one breast in my hand.
Bending slowly, I began kissing her neck. “Ohhh,” she breathed, her head immediately rolling farther to the side to give me better access, as her hand left the slide to sweep her wet hair away to the other side. “Mmm,” she moaned again and I swear the sound radiated through me, making my cock jerk. I continued to drive her crazy with my mouth not straying from the same spot, sucking, nipping, and licking the salty water from her skin and drawing low hungry erotic sounds from deep within her chest.
After a few minutes she began seeking out my cock, her back arching backward, her ass trying to guide my cock to her entrance, and I chuckled softly at her vain attempts to get what she desperately wanted. When I ignored her body language, she turned her head to look over her shoulder and the lust in her eyes almost floored me.
“Fuck me,” she demanded, her tone laced with desperation and seduction as one hand moved mine from her tit to her hip.
“This?” I asked, sliding my cock between her legs and teased as both by pulling her ass into me. I rubbed it a little at her entrance. Although I had wanted to take it slow, the moment her pussy glided over my cock I knew I was only punishing myself by not being inside her. The hand I had around her waist moved to fist my dick and in one long hard thrust I was inside her.
“Fuck,” I breathed into her neck, the delicious tight feeling holding me in place. My teeth nipped the skin on her shoulder as she moaned softly. “Mm.”
“Oh, yes,” she mumbled, her head dipping forward the moment I filled her up. Gripping her hips for purchase I slid almost out of her and jacked my cock back in to the hilt, grunting in pleasure from the sensation of feeling her contract around me again.
“Damn, darlin’, you feel so fucking good,” I whispered, gruffly, as water lapped around us and rammed her tiny tight hole again.
“Oh, God,” she cried, arching her ass again as she rocked back into me and I instantly picked up my pace. “Yeah, Sawyer, fuck me, just like that,” she demanded, her confidence made my chest swell.
Hearing her tell me what she wanted made my whole body coil with need, and I rode her home until she fell apart screaming my name. I fucked her again and again, my body sweating despite the cool water lapping around us as she came again and again.
I hadn’t wanted our lovemaking to end, staving off my own release by slowing the pace until I was certain I wasn’t going to come before fucking her recklessly with total abandon. Both of our bodies shook and quaked as fire coursed through our veins and the sand shifted softly beneath my feet.
When I felt I was all but spent, Billie’s core muscles clenched around my cock like a delicious punishing vise, her body stiffened in readiness as she teetered on the edge of another orgasm, I heard her plead weakly, “Come, Sawyer, please I can’t take any more.” Sliding my hands under her ass I lifted her legs and in five hard thrusts we fell apart together.
Turning to face me, she wrapped her slippery arms around my neck, her face flushed pink, a combination of being sun-kissed and freshly and thoroughly fucked, and smiled at me. I gave her a toothy grin in return, my chest heaving, my whole body felt drained and weak from the workout I’d given us under the heat of the searing sun.
“I have no words,” she whispered, barely finding the energy to speak at all as her chest heaved, her perfect little tits bobbing in the water in front of me. I shook my head, my chest tight with the sudden wave of emotion at how she made me feel, feelings I couldn’t translate into words for there were none that could have done justice for the spiritual-like, yet animalistic, experience we’d shared.
* * *
It was almost sunset when we woke in the air-conditioned room, the ceiling fan allowing extra air to circulate. I lay staring up at it with Billie’s cheek pressed over my heart, as my large suntanned hand with my thick wedding band cupped the back of her head.
Turning, I glanced out at the ocean, saw the sun was going down and I didn’t want us to miss our final sunset in the Maldives together.
“Billie?” I asked, quietly stirring her from sleep, my other hand tracing a finger lightly down her bare spine.
“Mm-hm?” she replied, her voice croaky as she shifted slightly and turned her face up toward me. It was an indication she was awake but she hadn’t opened her eyes.
“Want to watch the sunset with me? They’ll be setting up for dinner shortly,” I reminded her. The staff set up a candlelight dinner table on the sand each evening and discreetly served dinner and wine until we’d eaten our fill.
This time she moved, shifting gently away from me onto her stomach and rolled over, sitting up and sliding her legs off the bed. “I’m so exhausted,” she muttered, before a long large yawn fell out of her mouth. As she was facing the doorway I climbed off the bed, went over to the doors, pulled them apart, and it felt as if I’d brought the ocea
n into our space with nothing obstructing our view.
A bottle of iced champagne had been recently left on the deck for us, which I collected, poured each of us a glass and took it back to Billy. Climbing behind her we both sat naked, my legs encased her body as I hugged her from behind, and we sat quietly sipping our champagne until the sun slid down onto the water, and we watched our last day in paradise fade slowly into night.
“These last two weeks have been incredible, Sawyer. I never dreamed anything like this could happen to me,” Billie whispered, and my heart burst open that it had taken so many years for her to feel this.
“This is only the beginning, darlin’, I wish every day could be as special as this, but then we wouldn’t feel the highs if they were, but I promise you many more. We’re leaving here, but we have Colby to look forward to when we get home, and it’ll be then our lives as man and wife will truly begin.”
“And more shit, no doubt,” she mumbled sadly.
“No doubt.” I chuckled. “But nothing we can’t handle because we trust one another, right?”
She nodded. “I do. Why do I trust you so much? So quickly? It’s scary, Sawyer, sometimes I think I’m going to wake up and find someone has slipped me a pill and this has all been some elaborate, euphoric trip.”
“Have confidence, Billie. Everything the universe gives you can be yours if you believe it can be done. Every problem has a solution; we just need to find it. We’re both intelligent people and I figure we can dig our way out of any hole, if we try hard enough.”
“Deep, Sawyer,” she said, glancing over her shoulder. “So deep,” she whispered.
“Yeah, I’ve heard that before, usually when my balls slapped your ass, but I’ll take it,” I teased, lightening her mood from becoming so morose it would have ruined our last night together. Tickling her sides I lay back, taking her with me and she turned over to lie on top of me.
“I’m sore … and hungry,” she admitted, falling in line with the change in subject.
“Then best get your ass in that shower, you stink, unless you want those waiters out there to know you’re not a virgin anymore,” I joked. She slapped my chest and rose up off me and stood beside the bed.
“I hear you,” she mumbled, wrinkled her nose cutely, and headed naked toward the outside shower. For a long minute I sat staring after her and remembered what she’d been like when we had first gotten together. She wasn’t body confident but I loved these all too brief moments of inhibition.
* * *
By the end of June we’d settled into married life and felt happy with our homelife, but I was conscious of my bandmates and their need to make money. Hammer had been paid well for his work with Logan, but that arrangement had come to an end as soon as Billie and I had returned from our honeymoon.
Logan’s parents had moved back from Florida before the week of our wedding. They had temporarily moved in with him and he’d continued to stay on the wagon. Plus his sponsor had him covered, so there had been nothing else for Hammer to take care of there. Besides, Wiggy had gotten out of rehab while we were away and had moved into Hammer’s place.
My main concern apart from the obvious with Wiggy, was Strings. Unlike Hammer, the band hadn’t worked for almost seven months. I’d given him some money to tide him over and he’d been doing some session work with other artists, but he was restless. This had made me nervous because if we lost him, I doubted we’d find another keyboard player who was as good, or who’d tolerate Wiggy’s shit.
“Penny for them.” Glancing up, Billie slid onto my lap and slid her arms around my neck. The mere sight of her lifted my mood.
“Missed you,” I admitted, wrapping my arms around her waist and pulling her into my chest, tucking her head under my chin.
“Missed you, too, but I’m guessing that isn’t why you have a long face.”
“Blame my parents,” I teased, and was rewarded with a playful slap on the chest as she lifted her head to look at me. “Nah, it’s the band.” Immediately I felt her body stiffen.
“What about it?”
“The guys need to earn money, and I’m worried Strings is going to abandon us any day if I don’t give him hope of a real paycheck soon. Billie looked disappointed and my heart clenched because I didn’t want to leave her any more than she wanted me to. “Sorry, darlin’,” I muttered, placed my hand on the back of her head, and pulled it toward me. “It looks like I may have to go back to work.”
“Don’t. It’s your job. I knew what you did and this would be part of our lives before I married you. I just hate the thought of you on that bus with Wiggy.” I chuckled.
“Right,” I snickered. “This tour will be different, Billie. No alcohol, no drugs at all on the bus. I’m getting a security detail to babysit him and travel with us. Hammer had a long conversation with him and I relayed all the conditions of letting him back on the road with us. Wiggy’s agreed to my terms, knowing if he doesn’t comply, he’s out this time. This was his longest stint in rehab and he’s had counselling so we can only hope …” I said, quietly.
“When will you go?
“It won’t be until the end of July at the earliest, most venues will be booked solid now since it’s the summer months, but I’ll never be gone more than a month at a time, I owe this to you and Colby.”
“I’ve been thinking,” Billie mused, her gorgeous blue eyes searching my face. She bit her lip, and fuck if it hadn’t made her look vulnerable again. She sighed. “If I go part time, I may be able to fly out and see you on the weekends when Colby’s with his dad.”
“Hell, Billie, I’d tell you to stop working, homeschool Colby and drag you all over if I believed for one minute, you’d do it, but I know that’s not what’s best for everyone either.”
“You’re right, having some independence is important to me,” she stated, and the conviction in her tone was unmistakable. Although there was no monetary need for her to do this, I still got it. It grated on my last nerve when the alarm went off every weekday and she rolled out of bed and went to work.
Then I’d remind myself I was being selfish and understood why she wanted to do this and figured if she ever did give up work it would be her decision.
“If you ever change your mind, just let me know,” I reminded her, as I kissed her forehead again. “You know it’s going to kill me to leave you,” I confessed.
“It’ll kill me to watch you go, but it’s your work, what you do, and you are great at it…phenomenally good.” I smiled at her vote of confidence and was grateful she trusted me to go on tour with three single guys, given what she’d seen with Wiggy the previous time. “We’ll need to prepare Colby,” she said her body stiffening again. “He’s become so attached to you, I worry this will be another blow to his little life.”
“Look, he’s going to be fine. I figure kids react how the story is given to them. Leave it with me, I’ll put in the work and he’ll feel confident while I’m away.” The uncertain look Billie flashed me told me she wasn’t all that sure about this, but she didn’t argue about it. “Let me start tackling this when I collect him from school tomorrow. We’ll take a ride, have an ice cream, and I’ll drop it into the conversation then. This way I can start prepping him before we even have any dates.”
“We’ll manage, don’t worry. Now I just want you to be gone already so you’re working your way home to us,” she disclosed, honestly. “What we’ve had these past few months have been amazing, I guess I just don’t want it to end.”
“There’s going to be plenty more great times together, Billie.” The sad look she gave me when she glanced up at me let her feelings be known, although outwardly she’d been trying to be brave about my news. The ache in my chest was debilitating, but knowing the ache in her chest was probably worse than mine, since I was the one going away, crushed me.
I tipped her chin and gently tugged her face closer. “I love you, Billie Wild. Don’t you forget this for a minute. No matter where I am or what bed I’m lying in, you
are here, always.” I told her tapping my temple.
“And you’ll be right here,” she replied, slapping her hand on her chest.
Chapter Nineteen
Since being with Billie, I’d worked hard at bonding with Colby and I knew having a good relationship with him would be pivotal to Billie’s and my relationship’s success. Every spare moment we had, I had tried to ensure he felt safe and secure about me going back to my music.
By the time September came around I could see positive changes in him. His personality and ability to express what he wanted had grown immeasurably, and I figured all the work I’d done with him was paying off. He’d also had another birthday and at ten years old appeared to have gained a new sense of responsibility and independence for himself.
One day, Colby watched baseball on TV with me and he told me he’d once been involved in Little League but had stopped due to the divorce and contact time.
“You played baseball? Why didn’t I know this?” I’d asked, and thought about the trip to my parents’ place and my bedroom full of memorabilia. Then, it occurred to me, he hadn’t gone into my room.
“Me too, I was captain of my high school team … played Little League baseball since I was five years old,” I told him.
Colby’s eyes lit up, excited to hear this. “Would you practice with me?” he’d asked. This was the first time he’d asked me for anything. “My dad hates sports, it was my mom who used to come and see me play.”
During the conversation that followed, he revealed he had missed playing and being a part of his team, but had been reluctant to say anything because he had felt his mom was stressed and he hadn’t wanted her to worry about getting him there or home.
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