by Eva LeNoir
"I'm so close, Marlon, so, oh my god, so close," she was panting, incoherent, losing her mind with every added drop of sweat that fell on the comforter from our restraint and our desire.
Taking one of her hands and linking our fingers, I used my other hand to pinch her nipple just as I pushed inside her with a force that I hoped hadn't hurt her.
And she exploded, beautifully and majestically. Her golden-brown locks forming a halo around her head, her eyes tightly shut, her kiss-swollen pink lips parted on a gasp, her cheeks tinged in red, all proof of her pleasure.
She was everything I never knew I needed.
Everything I vowed to keep.
"Marlon," she breathed out, and my name on her lips as she came like a queen was my undoing.
After pushing back in once, twice, I buried myself deep inside her, biting down on her collar bone to keep from roaring her name for the entire island to hear. Our fingers cramping from the force of our embrace.
It was too much yet never enough.
“I wasn’t expecting that,” she whispered, a satisfied grin across her lips.
“I’m not sure how to take that, Jaybird,” I said, letting go her of her hands and framing her head between my forearms, “you said you were expecting great things,” I nuzzled her nose, kissed her lips softly, “I’m thinking you need a little more convincing.”
“Now?” her pretty mouth gaped open, her eyes darting to my cock still buried nice and deep inside her.
Grinding against her mound, I kissed her bottom lip and pulled it with my teeth, “Now, later, every minute of every day,” I answered absentmindedly, too focused on my task to pay attention to our conversation.
“But you just…” Snapping my head up to look at her, I grinned.
“Oh, little bird. Never underestimate the power of your seduction.”
And then I fucked her once more in the bed and again in the shower, for good measure.
Chapter 34
Jaidyn
The trip to New Zealand was divided into two parts. The South Island followed by the North Island.
From our discussions and research back in the US, it seemed more logical to divide our living arrangements as such. So, for the first half of the trip, we'd travelled, sometimes with an overnight stay if the return trip was too gruelling for Dad.
From the Fiorland National Park where we took a boat to visit the spectacular Lady Bowen Falls to Kaikoura where we rented a private boat to spend the day observing pods of sometimes ten Orcas passing us by, we were able to bask in the beauty of the land of the Kiwis. Marlon and I even got a couple of mornings in for surfing although the temperatures weren’t yet ideal. Hawaii and Japan were incredible, giving me the opportunity to relax and learn a lot about the local customs, languages, and food. But New Zealand was a feast for my eyes and soul.
All of this coupled with the attentions of one sexy Marlon Brooks, I was in heaven. For the first time in my life I felt free and relaxed. My dad's illness not so much a burden but a task to take care of before enjoying our days.
As we finished our last couple of days on the north island, mainly in Auckland, visiting Hobbiton, the movie set for Lord of the Rings' Shire, we simply had fun. Enjoyed each other’s company and overwhelmed our senses with the beauty of our surroundings.
Dad's mood swings were getting worse, as was his chorea, so much so that speaking was becoming too frustrating.
But when we were out, he was just as mesmerized by the scenery as I was. It was magical, really.
"A cave, huh?" I asked Marlon, as he prepared the barbecue for dinner. We'd rented a house in Auckland with a view of the harbor and the sounds of nature early in the morning.
"A cave, yes," he answered, turning to me with a wink and a grin that made my lady parts tingle.
I was turning into a sex fiend. Ever since our first time in Queenstown, with the backdrop of the snow-capped mountains and the bluest of lakes, my body had been craving him, morning, noon, and night. It was like he'd awakened my inner slut and she was intent on sticking around.
"Is that to match your caveman fantasies?" I asked in jest but the look he threw my way, after making sure my father wasn't within hearing distance, coupled with his words, "I'll show you caveman, tonight, little bird," caused my pussy to clench with want.
Crossing my legs to stave off the need to rub myself off, I turned my head to the delicious visual of Marlon, his open white button down offering me a delectable view of his toned abs.
"I heard that," my father said, from the kitchen, turning my cheeks into red, hot lava.
"Thanks for that," I mouthed to Marlon who didn't seem to care at this point.
He and I being together was difficult to hide from my father, so we didn't even try. Besides, he'd heard us that first afternoon which was the second most embarrassing moment of my life.
The first being when I jumped in the country club pool and my bikini top flew off, doing my best impression of Janet Jackson. Except instead of the Super Bowl, it was in front of a bunch of stiff backed, prissy bitches and teenage horn-dogs. Not my best day, to say the least.
It was also the last time I'd stepped foot in that club and my father wasn't too disappointed about it, hating everything from the gentleman's cigar room to the customary dinners with leeches.
"Come here," was Marlon's response, and like a bee to honey, I rose from my chair and walked the few feet that separated us.
"You look beautiful in this light," he told me, the sunset bathing us in orange and yellow hues, dropping a gentle kiss on my forehead that felt more tender than sexual. These loving gestures were becoming more and more frequent. Strangely enough, we felt closer in just over a month together than Calvin and I had felt after five years.
I liked it.
In fact, I liked it a lot.
Marlon was gorgeous, yes. But above that, he was fun and attentive. When I struggled from the pressure of Dad's illness, he didn't try to sell me platitudes, he just took me in his arms and reassured me with the heat of his embrace. When I was feeling insecure, he'd fuck the ridiculousness out of me. When I was feeling feisty and sassy, he'd fuck that energy out of me, too.
We laughed often and when I cried, he'd let me.
Most of all, he was there and having a shoulder to lean on when mine felt too weak, was a blessing.
"Thank you," I whispered, lifting up on the tips of my toes and brushing my lips against his, once then twice before he palmed my cheek and deepened our kiss. He tasted of beer and chips with the all-encompassing taste of Marlon. Delicious and addictive.
Rubbing his growing beard along my temple, I moaned at the feel of his arms coming around me.
"Dinner's almost ready," he murmured, but didn't make a move to let me go.
"Okay, I'll set the table, then," but I didn't make a move to step out of his arms either.
"I'd do it myself, but I don't think the owners would appreciate the broken dishes," I heard my father joking from the French doors that opened onto the deck.
Laughing, we disentangled from our embrace and with a bit of heat on my cheeks, I raced to the kitchen and started taking out the plates and cutlery with a goofy smile plastered to my face.
I couldn't help it, it was automatic every time I was near him and lately, we'd been near each other a lot.
In our respective rooms.
In our bathrooms.
In the rental car.
Once, we were so near each other that we ended up on the kitchen counter with Marlon's hand on my mouth making sure I didn't wake my father with my screams.
Yes, we enjoyed each other's company, too much, even.
Looking up through the kitchen window above the sink, I was greeted with the tempting view of Marlon’s ass, his blue linen shorts accentuating its firmness. I couldn't hear their conversation which meant they were probably talking business or numbers. Maybe even financial strategies.
I didn't know how long I stood there, staring, but when Marlon's spine stiffe
ned, his beer pausing halfway to his mouth, I wondered what they could possibly be saying that would have his hackles up.
I was about to open the window and ask if everything was okay when Marlon looked over his shoulder, pain and worry etched over his handsome features. Just as quickly, his bright grin flashed across his face making me wonder if I'd imagined it.
"Everything okay, over there?" I asked, after sliding the kitchen window open.
Marlon turned around, busying himself with the steaks and sausages on the barbecue and my father answered for the both of them, "Everything is perfect, baby doll," he reassured me, the jerky movements of his hands visible even though nestled in his pockets.
Shrugging, I brought everything I needed from the kitchen and placed them on the table.
With a pat on the shoulder, Dad walked away, albeit with difficulty, from Marlon and sat at the head of the table, his medication all set up for his meal.
"You sure, Daddy?" I whispered, my hand on his head, brushing back errant strands of his greying hair, surreptitiously checking for fever.
"I know what you're doing, sweetheart and I promise, I feel fine." Dad said, ignoring my question and looking up at me with love and was that worry?
"You can't blame me for checking, Dad, that's just ridiculous," I kissed him on the cheek, and brought our plates to Marlon where he stood, pensive, even startling when I touched his arm.
"Penny for your thoughts," I smiled, handing him a plate so he could load it up with the meat and vegetables he'd grilled to perfection.
Shaking off his strange mood, he served both plates and winked, "That's all they’re worth? A penny?" he said, acting offended.
"I guess I'd have to know what I'm paying for," I turned and served Dad then put my plate at my seat before heading back for Marlon's serving.
"I'll just keep the rest here in case you need seconds," he said, lowering his voice and adding, "you know, for your energy, tonight."
And just like that, I was ready to say fuck dinner and head straight to the bedroom.
Chapter 35
Marlon
The land of Oz, my own personal paradise, and I was finally back.
It wasn’t my first time exploring the great continent of Australia, I’d already spent a couple of months there surfing and living the life of an Aussie beach bum. Those were some of the best memories of my life, although they were quickly being rivalled by ongoing ones I was building and creating with Jaidyn and Robert.
Our last day in Auckland, we went on our little adventure in Waitomo and walked through the Ruakuri Cave, since it was also wheelchair friendly.
"Are you sure this is a good idea, Marlon?" Jaidyn whispered as the company tour bus drove us to the cave entrance on the narrow gravel road.
"Stop worrying and enjoy yourself," Robert said from behind us as though he were attuned to Jaidyn's every fear, "I'll be fine. I've got my sweater for the cool temperatures inside and I've got you pushing me through the whole thing."
Looking back at Jaidyn with a smug grin, I shrugged in agreement with her father.
"Fine. It's not fair when you two gang up on me," she pouted, but the little smile at the corner of her mouth gave her away. She was enjoying these moments with us and I was loving every minute I spent with her.
Before we entered the cave, the guide explained the Maori legend that surrounded it, the burial ground at the original cave entrance and the dispute of the land throughout the years. Apparently, I wasn't the only one fascinated by the story.
"So, if this was a burial ground, why are we still entering through here?" she'd asked the guide. Now, I didn't know her every facet, but I was starting to understand that Jaidyn was a fighter for herself and for others. Also, she was probably the student at the front the class who always raised her hand when the teacher asked rhetorically, “Any questions?”
"I was just about to get to that," Ryan, our tour guide, explained, laughing but not really amused, "the entrance we’ll be using is a safe distance away from the burial ground to protect the sacred land of the Maori."
Appeased, Jaidyn smiled, her cheeks tinged in pink.
"Easy, tiger, I'm sure the New Zealand government is doing everything they can to protect the Aboriginals," I told her, even going so far as ruffling her hair like a child.
"Not Aboriginals," she said, glaring like I'd just kicked her puppy.
"What?"
"The Maori are not Aboriginals, they're the original settlers from the Polynesian explorers who arrived hundreds of years ago."
Feeling properly chastised, I kissed her on the top of the head, "Thank you, Miss Hughes, I will remember that."
The public entrance was a spiral staircase and when the tour guide pressed the buttons, we were greeted with orange lights that guided our descent like a lighthouse stairwell. I took the wheelchair access with Robert.
Once inside the actual cave, we were reminded of the rules. No touching the limestone walls as the chemicals on our hands could promptly destroy the rock formations.
"Shit, I hate to be that guy," I told Jaidyn, who giggled as she pushed her father along the illuminated footbridge.
“Well, if you touch those walls not only will I tattle on you, I will also smack your hand away,” she said, using what she probably assumed was a reprimanding tone. All it did was make me hard.
Because Robert's hands were a trembling mess and Jaidyn was unable to push the chair and take pictures, I volunteered to do the work.
The stalagmites and stalactites were impressive, respectfully coming down or shooting up from the cave. The limestone columns gave it an eery yet majestic feel to our surroundings. The sounds of the rushing waters an omnipresence making it difficult to talk much of the way.
But the most transcending moment of our visit was the glow worm caves.
"Oh my god," Jaidyn gasped, the blue hue that glowed like tiny stars falling from the skies was all encompassing. We were completely bathed in darkness but for the twinkling lights of the glow worms.
"It's..." she breathed out, unable to find the right words. I could relate. I was in awe of the view, it felt like the universe started and ended in that cave.
"Marlon," Jaidyn said, leaning into me, “it's beautiful. Thank you for planning this," I kissed her on the forehead and because I couldn't help myself, I added, "If there weren't so many people I'd fuck you senseless right here and now."
Jaidyn slapped my arm but seconds later she admitted, "Me, too."
Placing my palm on her jaw, with my fingers tangled in her hair, I pulled her close to me and brushed my lips along hers, quickly breaching the seam of her mouth to get a better taste. I hated having to let her go.
"Here, let me push your father, go take some pictures," I told her, wanting her to take advantage of the moment.
"It... feels almost, spiritual," she told me as her eyes danced from one wall to the next, her mouth open in a perfect circle, dazed, mesmerized. She looked how I felt every time I watched her.
In awe. A sense of pride deep in my gut. A thought that maybe, just maybe…
No, I couldn’t let myself think that far or that deep. A million things could go wrong so I would simply enjoy the present with her and hold off the future for later thought.
"See the worms on the walls," the guide explained, shining a light on the side of the cave, "They are actually maggots and those right there,” he leaned closer showing what looked like fishing lines, “are silk lines that the larvae spin from their pee and water that they let hang so they can catch flies."
"And that just killed my spiritual moment," Jaidyn turned around and grabbed onto the back of my sweatshirt like she was afraid the worms, or maggots, would jump out at her.
"So," the guide continued, " just like a spider web, when the fly gets stuck, they reel it in and eat it up,” he explained even going to far as making the Silence of the Lambs slurping noise. “The glow worm hatches after a few months and then only lives for a few of days.”
"Not so romantic then, huh?" I asked her, a grin plastered on my face because she was adorable with her nose crinkled and her mouth set in disgust. I wanted to eat her right up. Starting with her delicious pussy and then...
Right. Not the place to get a boner.
By the time we'd finished the tour, a little over an hour had passed by and a new, fun memory had been created.
"I can't believe we're in Sydney," Jaidyn squealed as we entered our luxury hotel right on the old fishermen’s pier across the Harbour from the Sydney Opera house, "This is going to be my favorite leg of the trip!"
"Calm down, little bird, we just got here. What if you don't like it?" I asked her, handing the valet a tip for luggage.
"Are you crazy? We're in Australia. Land of the kangaroos and koalas, nothing could ever come close to topping this." She was adamant, her eyes alight with wonder and excitement.
Fuck, she was gorgeous. And not just the obvious beauty that was her delicate face, golden ringlets, and hazel eyes.
It was her heart, the little girl that still lived inside her soul. She'd never had to want for anything and yet, she was the least selfish person I'd ever met. She was a better person than I could ever hope to be.
That reminder was like a stake to my own heart. A bell ringing in my mind that I didn't deserve her. She should have a man who put her trust in a crystal vase and kept it protected for all eternity. Not a man who kept secrets. A man who lied by omission.
Fuck.
"Somehow, I doubt you'll be seeing a lot of kangaroos and koalas strutting along the streets of Sydney but then, what do I know?" I joked, leading her and Robert to a row of elevators.
I'd booked the top floor which was only the fifth, opting for a suite double so Jaidyn only had a door between her and Robert. My room was across the hall. Where they had a view of the harbour, and the Sydney Opera House illuminated through the French doors, I had the view of the city and its bustling nightlife. Both were spectacular but nothing compared to the iconic building on the harbour.
As she rushed into her suite, she squealed again, jumping on her bed and clapping her hands.