by Emily Kee
“Of course,” I said, climbing into bed along side Brice.
“Now she’s pregnant and alone, and wants me to step back into her life. I no longer do relationships,” he said quietly. “I’m one and done.”
“I’m sorry,” I said, not knowing how else to react. I realized bringing girls here, it must have been empty and meaningless, but kept him distracted after what happened. The double betrayal of his wife and best friend cheating together, a child, and realizing he couldn’t have any…my heart broke for him, though I was only really getting to know him.
Money didn’t guarantee happiness, but it could buy distraction. I realized I was this weekend’s distraction.
We fell asleep wrapped up in each other’s arms. It wasn’t a lustful position, or passionate groping, but merely comfort of a warm body beside you. I woke in the middle of the night to use the bathroom, and quietly untangled from Brice.
On returning to bed, I turned and studied his sleeping form. His body was chiseled and well taken care of. I didn’t realize just how muscled he was since he was always in clothing, but staring at him now, it became obvious. His jaw was strong, and his face peaceful in his sleep. The dark stubble on him added depth, and made him more interesting. He was a handsome man, and yet lonely and wounded. I didn’t realize that until earlier this evening.
I knew I was just another faceless girl, someone to pass his time, keep him company, but I felt sad for him as I watched him sleep. I couldn’t imagine losing not only the person I loved, but my closest friend at the same time. It was a double betrayal, and had to hurt like hell. It wasn’t even that long ago. Less than a year had passed, and it seemed like he was still working through some of the pain.
I gently wrapped my body around his, and closed my eyes, falling back asleep in the comfort of his arms. My own life had become pretty empty, and between work and bills, I realized I hadn’t had a serious relationship in a long time.
I woke to tender, sweet kisses on my breasts. Brice was beside me, and gently teasing my body. It felt wonderful, but I was suddenly self-conscious of morning breath, and begged off to the bathroom, to finger brush my teeth. Anything had to be better at this point.
I blushed, climbing back into bed. “I’m sorry, I’m a little self-conscious about that,” I said.
He laughed, “No worries, may I continue?”
“Please do,” I smiled and watched as he shifted closer.
His lips closed around one of my nipples, and he slowly sucked it into his mouth, taking in more of my breast, with each taste. Brice took his time, not one to hurry, and that was a new luxury for me. Boyfriends of the past were in such a hurry to get their dicks wet, that my pleasure was often put on a backburner.
I wondered if it was that he was a patient man, or if was because he was easily ten years my senior. Does time or maturity slow things down, make you a better lover?
As he suckled on my breast, his let his fingertips graze across the other. I was tingling all over, as he nurtured my body with kisses and strokes. My eyes closed, and I let myself enjoy the sensations running through my body. I didn’t hold any cards, didn’t expect him to love me forever, but I could damn sure enjoy the moment.
Letting go felt wonderful, I didn’t hold expectations, try to make it into more than it was, and I let my body take control, in place of my mind for a change.
His mouth and hands roamed my body, exploring every curve and bit of my skin, and when I didn’t think it was possible to feel any better, he’d take me to another new crest and peak.
I ached for him to penetrate me by this point, as my body was on edge, on fire, my senses raw from his tender touch. I kept waiting, and waiting…I didn’t get it, he didn’t push to enter me, didn’t take his boxer briefs off, though his raging hard on was obvious – but he didn’t penetrate me. I finally had to ask.
“Can we,” I hesitated, felt almost embarrassed asking out loud, “will you put it inside?”
“Not yet,” he said. “Later, okay.”
It’s not that he hadn’t brought me to the point of orgasm with his hands and mouth all ready, but it felt like in this intimate moment, it was the pinnacle of finality.
I felt selfish, enjoying so much pleasure, and wanted to return the favor. “Can I take care of you?”
“Later, little one,” he said, and then turned away and got out of bed.
I was confused, yet still drifting on the high of the sensations I’d just experienced. I didn’t get it. He wanted to pleasure me, and wouldn’t let me do it in return. Every time I tried to touch him in bed, other than to snuggle, he pulled back.
“We’re going to leave here tomorrow afternoon around five pm. Why don’t you grab something to eat, and I’ll meet you on the beach for a swim later. In your room, the phone by the bed – just dial 0 and tell them what you’d like for breakfast. I’ve got a little bit of work to take care of,” he said.
I was getting the boot out of his room. It felt kind of strange, I wanted to stay. I didn’t even know why, but I liked being around him. The last day had been a total surprise, and I was left scratching my head. I had no idea what was going on, but I felt myself being drawn to the man before me.
I said good-bye, and headed to my own quarters. Calling the desk, I ordered a toasted bagel and a bowl of fruit to be delivered to my room. I wasn’t sure how I’d spend my morning, but I was certain what I’d be thinking about. I had one more day with Brice, before heading back to the real world. I was ready to enjoy it. My head was spinning with the contents of the past twenty-four hours, though it felt like much more.
Eating my breakfast, and cleaning up with a shower and a proper tooth brushing, I decided I’d sit out on the beach for awhile. I wondered how many other women had come and gone through this room. Not my business, I reminded myself, trying to push those thoughts away. It’s not like you mean anything to him – it’s one weekend, you’re another faceless girl. That’s it, this isn’t some date – it’s not reality. With that thought plugged into my brain, I went down to the beach and plopped down on one of the loungers.
When Brice joined me, I smiled a little bigger than I meant to. I was happy to see him, and happier to get a good look at his body. He was naked! It was the first time I’d seen him that way.
“Are you going to join me?” He said laughing as he ran into the water.
I stripped off the bikini bottoms I was wearing, and chased him into the water. When he spun around and caught me in his arms, I knew I was in trouble. I wanted more – more of Brice, more time with him, and I wanted to get to know him better.
As his lips came down and tenderly nibbled on mine, he kissed me passionately. Pulling back for a moment, he said something I wasn’t expecting, “Do you think you’d be interested in extending this little trip? Maybe you could stay a couple of extra days? I kind of like having you around.”
THE END
Thank you for choosing an Emily Kee story. If you’d like to see what happens next, keep an eye out for “Pleasure in Paradise: The Billionaire’s Resort”, the second book in “The Billionaire’s Resort” series.
After Rachel leaves the resort, she wonders what life at home will hold. Will billionaire Brice Golden, still take an interest in her now that their erotic resort adventure is over? What becomes of Rachel and Brice Golden? It was a short fling, but left a lasting impression on Rachel, and she’ll do anything for another taste. Coming soon… Thank you again for choosing an Emily Kee story.