by Diana Kane
“I want to spend the time with you; if that is what you’d like.” I lay my hand over hers and turn my face, planting a soft kiss on the inside of her palm.
“I would like that a lot.” I lay my head back on her chest and sigh, her words increasing the sadness I feel about leaving. “You’re going to make it harder for me to leave, aren’t you?”
“I would like it if you didn’t have to, but I know that you must.” I think about my time with Isabella, how it was only meant to be a distraction for both of us and how quickly it morphed into something more. Meals shared every day, surfing lessons, the market, the lagoon, time spent cuddling and watching movies, late night walks along the beach and times like this, where we just lay with each other and talk. Somehow the woman meant to be a vacation distraction found a way into my heart, despite constantly reminding myself that she and I are from different worlds and I would be leaving hers sooner than later. I want to tell her that I wish I could stay, but saying the words out loud would give them life, making any attempt to repress those feelings impossible.
We spend the morning in the ocean, the waves too calm for surfing. We swim and goof around like children, trying to dunk each other. Our playfulness quickly turns serious and before I know it, Isabella is pushing my top up over my breasts. I nervously look around for anyone else, but the beach is deserted, not that Isabella would mind if it weren’t. I lose the few inhibitions holding me back when Isabella’s lips meet mine and her hands grasp my breasts.
*****
“What else would you like to do?” Isabella smirks at me over our brunch table before popping a piece of fresh pineapple in her mouth. “Mmmm,” she quietly moans as she chews, closing her eyes and tipping her head back slightly. I clear my throat and Isabella opens her eyes as she starts sliding her foot up the inside of my leg.
“There is that,” I utter, feeling my pulse pounding in my neck. “I’d like to go back to your lagoon, see it in the daylight.” Isabella doesn’t hesitate. She takes out her phone and sends a quick message, leaving it on the table when she’s finished. “Anything else?”
“I want to dance with you.” Isabella eyes me with skepticism.
“Here? Now? This music isn’t very good.” I can’t help but laugh.
“No, not here and now.”
“Hmm, the discotecas here are not that great. There may be an act here either tonight or tomorrow night that would work. I will check.” Isabella’s phone vibrates on the table. She checks the message and smiles at me. “The lagoon is ours for the day.” I smile back at her, feeling a warmth spread through me seeing her happy.
“No discoteca or show tomorrow night. I have other ideas for my last day here.” Isabella’s raises her eyebrows as she leans across the table.
“Care to fill me in?”
“No, but I’ll give you a hint: none of it will involve clothing.” Isabella bites her bottom lip as she sits back in her chair, then allows her seductive smile to join the lust filled look in her eyes.
“You plan to be mine all day and night?” I feel a thrill travel through my body as she claims me as hers. I wish that it could be.
“Maybe you’ll be mine,” I challenge. “I don’t think this has ever only worked one way.”
“I agree,” she answers, although I’m unsure if she means my plans or my statement regarding the dynamic of our time together. The waiter comes over to take our empty plates and glasses. Isabella has a brief conversation with him in Spanish before he leaves. “What?” Her question alerts me to the fact that I’ve been staring at her.
“Nothing,” I tell her, looking away. I can’t tell her that I wish this could be real and of the sadness I feel when I think about leaving. I see her tilt her head slightly out of the corner of my eye. She doesn’t believe me, but thankfully she doesn’t press. The waiter returns and gives Isabella a bag. She gives him several bills and he leaves.
“I need to go back to the bungalow before we leave. Ready?” We walk back to her place along the beach. “What will you do when you go back?”
“Work, a lot. I had the surgeries and patients I should have seen over the last two weeks rescheduled. I’m hoping to catch back up in the next two weeks or so. Going to have some long days ahead of me.”
“What will you do about Katrina?” Her question stops me in my tracks. Why is she asking me about her?
“Nothing. I haven’t thought about her since early last week.” Isabella tugs on my hand, encouraging me to move my feet. “Why, what will you do?”
“I don’t know. Paint, bartend, surf, the things I usually do.” We climb the stairs and enter the bungalow. “I’m just going to grab a few things. I’ll be back in a minute.”
I look around me and remember the time I’ve spent here, the memories made. Dancing with Isabella the first night we slept together, drinking coffee in the morning on the deck, watching Isabella paint, meals and conversations shared, all the places we fucked and made love. Made love? That can’t be the right phrase for it, even if our unions have become dominated by a certain slowness, tenderness and level of emotion people often associate with love, it can’t be that. I’m still not sure that I’ve ever actually been in love, but this can’t be it. I know my heart feels heavy when I think about leaving, but this was never intended to be about love. It isn’t practical, was never the agreement, nor could the universe ever be that cruel. I’ve never been carefree with my emotions, have never thought myself a hopeless romantic, yet somehow my vacation fling has come to mean more to me than she was ever supposed to.
“What are you thinking about?” Isabella whispers against my ear as she presses herself against my back, wrapping her arms around me. Her lips brush against my cheek as she holds me and I feel my confusion from moments ago slip away, replaced by contentment.
“You. Just remembering our time here.” Isabella loosens her arms just enough to allow me to turn and face her. She brushes her lips against mine, intending the kiss to be a brief, chaste peck, but my hand moves up to her face and gently pulls her lips more firmly against mine, drawing the kiss into one that is anything but chaste.
Isabella finally pulls away, “This is difficult for me too.” She plants a soft kiss on my forehead as I feel her arms release me and my hand slip from her face. We each grab a bag and head for Isabella’s Jeep, neither of us saying a word. She slips her hand into mine as she pilots us towards her family estate and I silently admonish myself to enjoy the time I have left with her.
We pull into the estate and exit the Jeep, each of us grabbing a bag. Isabella slips her arm around my waist as we walk down the path, my arm automatically wrapping around her. I feel cold when we reach the stairs and our arms fall from each other’s waists, despite the heat of the late morning sun. I take in the lagoon in the light of day, the colors more vibrant, the water even more inviting.
When I reach the base of the stairs, I take two long strides and pull Isabella to me with my free hand. I wrap my arm around her and gaze into her eyes that remind me of the rich homemade hot chocolate my grandmother used to make. “Thank you for bringing me back here.” I press my lips to hers and yield without hesitation when her free hand finds the back of my head, gently holding me in place. The kiss is long and deep, sucking the air out of me as I try to pour all the emotions I’ve been feeling into it. We’re both gasping for air when we finally part.
“I love that you wanted to come back here.” Her fingers gently caress my face, the touch as soft as a faint breeze blowing over your skin. She draws me to her, and our lips meet again, Isabella guiding me toward one of the lounge chairs as the kiss lingers on but doesn’t intensify. “Sit,” she orders as she deposits her bag next to the chair. My body tingles with excitement as I obey her order, sliding back until I’m reclining in the chair properly. Isabella walks up the side of the chair and swings her leg over it, lowering herself to straddle me. Her hands cup my face as her thumbs caress my kiss swollen lips. She closes the distance between us, reconnecting our mouths a
nd I feel her hands drop lower, slowly skating over the fabric of my top. My skin burns to feel her flesh pressed against it as she softly continues running her hands over the contours of my torso. I release a soft groan into Isabella’s mouth as her thumbs lightly skate over my nipples. I feel her smile in response. I know she’s teasing me, half of me wants to sit back and enjoy it, the other half urges me to seize control and ravish the amazing woman astride me. Curious as to how long she plans to make this last, I fight the urge to take control and let her continue, gripping her ass and pulling her as close to me as possible. She brushes her thumbs more firmly over my nipples, and I realize that this has become a chess match of sorts. We continue to kiss as our hands explore each other through the soft fabric covering us. Isabella bites my lip and bucks her hips as my fingers make contact with her sensitive nipples. I smile as I repeat the action and elicit a moan from her. I slip my hands under the fabric of her top and slide them up to her breasts, directly teasing her nipples. Isabella’s head tips back as she arches her breasts into my hands and she grinds her sex against me, her moan causing a wave of desire to pulse through me. I pull her to me and capture one of the taut nipples with my mouth, lashing my tongue over it before sucking it hard as I withdraw. Isabella moans again as she continues to grind herself against my stomach. Her fingers grip my hair and direct my attention to her other nipple. I happily oblige and circle my tongue slowly around it before flicking it repeatedly. My hands continue caressing the rest of her exposed flesh as I pull her nipple between my teeth as I withdraw my mouth. Isabella’s pace intensifies as she crushes her mouth against mine, the pulsing feeling in my own sex growing stronger. I push myself against her, wanting to pleasure her, to see her come undone. She stops without warning and pushes me back against the chair, her breathing heavy.
“Did you just come?” I know there’s a mask of confusion on my face. If she just climaxed it was the weakest, quietest of our time together.
“Not yet,” she informs me, kissing me quickly before directing her attention to the bag she left next to the chair. In seconds she withdraws a pair of leather cuffs, separated by a short length of chain. “I warned you that I would pay you back.” Anticipation floods through me as I wait for her next move. She refocuses on me and slowly lifts my top over my head, smiling down at me with a look that is equal parts impish and adoring. She lifts my right hand and kisses the inside of my wrist and palm before securing the cuff around it. I willingly let her guide my arms, directing my hands behind the chair, refusing to fight as she secures my free wrist in the second cuff. Isabella sits back and admires her work before kissing me again as her hands resume caressing and teasing my exposed torso. I long to touch her but fighting the restraints is pointless. She pulls out of the kiss and turns back to the bag, this time withdrawing a blindfold. “I know how much you love to look at me and touch me. You won’t be enjoying either of those things right now.” She slides the blindfold over my eyes, causing an instant blackout to take place. I feel the heat of her body near mine as she connects our lips once again, this time kissing me fiercely, claiming my mouth with hers. I try to push our flesh against each other, but the restraints stop me, my shoulders only able to withstand so much. I feel Isabella’s nipple drag over my face as she stands, but I’m not fast enough to capture it with my mouth. Her hands trail down my sides, and her fingers tug down on the waist of my shorts, so I lift my hips allowing her to pull them off. I sit there naked, bound and blinded, waiting for her to return to me. Instead, I hear varying noises a few feet away.
“I wish you could see how you look right now, with the sun glistening off the light coat of sweat on your body. So beautiful.” Sweat isn’t the only fluid on my body, I can feel my own wetness against my thighs, so I drop a leg over each side of the chair, exposing myself to her. “Mmm, that’s nice.” The sound of her voice grows stronger, I know she’s returning to me. I feel the sensation of smooth glass against my lips and tilt my head back accepting Isabella’s offer of what is surely wine. I drink her offering and feel the contact of the warming liquid as she intentionally spills some down my chest. I feel her tongue connecting with the trail, stopping to take my nipple in her mouth, sucking and tonguing it. “Mmm, salty and sweet,” she whispers as she repeats her actions on the other side, causing me to arch my hips upwards, my sex starting to pulse with need. The bottle returns to my lips, and I once again drink what is offered before feeling Isabella pour a heavier stream down my chest and over my sex, the sensation pleasant, but not enough. She trails her mouth and tongue down, licking at the trail left by the wine, stopping to lick and suck it out of my navel, teasing me even more. She follows the trail to its end, and as I arch slightly upward, she runs her tongue slowly over my lips, using only the tip the first trip but broadening her stroke on the second. I try to push myself against her face, but the restraints won’t allow it. She continues teasing me, adding more wine as she pleases, her long slow licks inching further inside my lips with each stroke.
“You are so wet for me already. I love it.” Her tongue finally finds my core, and she slowly drags it upward, delicately circling my clit, causing me to rock my hips and gasp. “So sensitive already?” she teases before repeating her actions again, this time gently sucking my aching nub before removing her mouth. I smell her scent a second before she presses her fingers against my lips and I greedily suck them in, cleaning her juices off of them, groaning as the unfulfilled desire courses through me. I refuse to beg though, at least not yet. I sense Isabella’s presence hovering over me and gradually feel my body being shaded from the sun as she lowers herself. The sensation of silicone trailing down my stomach only adds to the fire raging in me. We’ve used her toys before. I have no idea which one she has on, but it doesn’t matter, I want her inside of me. I hear her set the wine bottle down seconds before she crushes her lips against mine, wine seeping from her mouth into mine. I drink it and her greedily, wanting everything she will offer. I feel the tip of the dildo being guided over my sex, teasing me, lubricating itself for what comes next. Isabella rests her forehead against mine as I pant with desire.
“Is this what you want?” She presses the tip of the toy against my entrance with the smallest pressure, just enough to stimulate the nerve endings. “Do you want me to fuck you?” She wants me to ask for it, to beg for it, and with her perched at my entrance, I will.
“I just want you,” the words come unbidden, shocking me. Instead of giving me what I want, she withdraws, and there is nothing.
I feel the cuff on my wrist being loosened, and my heart drops. “I can’t fuck you right now,” she says as I pull my stiff arms back around, my shoulders protesting the return to their natural position. I lift the blindfold to see Isabella, drinking deeply from the bottle, her double headed dildo still in place. I stand as I remove the second binding, letting it fall to the deck.
“What just happened?” My desire has been dampened by concern, but not extinguished.
“What you just said, I don’t want to fuck you, I want…” She leaves her thought unfinished. I don’t need her to finish it though, it’s the same thing I’ve been feeling, I want what she does at well. I close the gap between us, reaching up to caress her face. I know she’s with me when she leans into my touch. I wrap my arms around her neck and kiss her, the toy pinned between us. This time I lead her to the chair and guide her down to it. Our lips part and she relaxes against the cushion. I slide up until the protruding toy makes contact with me and kiss her again, letting it slowly build to reflect my desire for her. When we finally part I rest my forehead against hers and move my hand down to the toy. Eyes locked on hers, I softly roll it over her sex looking for any sign I should stop.
“Yeah?” I whisper the question. She bites her lower lip and nods. I slowly insert the toy inside her, loving the view of her eyes rolling back and fluttering as she lets out a long, low moan. I wait for her to recover and steady myself as she guides the other end into me. “Fuck,” I groan as she slowly fills
me. We lock eyes before I start working myself on the blue shaft, knowing that every time I push downward it drives they toy further into Isabella. Her hands lock onto my hips, and I pull her to me, melding our lips together again as the steady rhythm slowly builds until we are grinding ourselves against one another. The electricity of our connection rips through me, and I know I can let go soon, as soon as I know Isabella is there with me. Our lips separate, and I glance downward at the sight of us working the length of the toy and Isabella’s breasts as they bounce with our forceful motions. I take one in each hand and work her nipples as my eyes reconnect with hers. My body surges, demanding I let myself go, but I deny it, wanting Isabella there with me. Her moans and grunts tell me she is close. “Let go with me,” I pant and she smiles slightly before tipping her head back. I feel my orgasm crash over me, and hear Isabella’s ecstasy escape her body. When my trembling finally stops I lean forward and kiss her softly before allowing my body to fall against hers, the sweat pouring out of both of us. I kiss the side of her neck and along her shoulder as I raise my hips enough to slide the toy out of me. I feel Isabella reach down and do the same for herself before she wraps her arms and legs around me, clutching me tightly against her.
“No quiero que te vayas,” she whispers. I have no idea what she said, but tears threaten to spill out of my eyes when I hear the sadness in her voice. I push them away, not wanting my memories of this place to be sad ones. Instead, I inhale her scent, the smells of sunshine, sweat, cucumber melon soap, her fruity shampoo and sex implant themselves in my memory. This is how I want to remember her. We sit wrapped around each other for a while, communicating how we feel without words.