“I’m getting the lasagna. I know it’s boring, but it’s so good here,” he said as he shut his menu.
“That sounds good,” I nodded. “I’m going to get the veal parmigiana.”
“Good girl,” he teased. “That’s my second favorite.” He picked up his wine glass. “Let’s toast.”
I closed my menu and I held up my glass. “Okay,” I agreed. “What are we toasting to?”
“How about to you? I hate that some prick broke your heart and caused you to run away here, but I’m also glad because I never would have met you otherwise,” he said quietly, his dark eyes on mine.
My face felt warm, embarrassed by his toast. He was right though. A week ago I felt like my life was ending but here I was having dinner with a sexy man who was later going to take me home and pleasure me like no one had before.
“Well, then I’m going to toast to you, because without you, I would probably still be wallowing in self pity. You have helped to heal my broken heart, Aiden. Thank you.”
We clinked our glasses together and took a sip, our gazes still locked on each other over the rims of our glasses. I was going to miss him when I finally left this place.
We set our wine glasses down and he reached for my hand across the table. He held it in his, stroking the back with this thumb. Even such a simple touch was turning my insides to liquid.
I opened my mouth, about to tell him I wasn’t wearing any panties under my dress, when the waiter picked that moment to come take our order. Things simmered down after that for a bit.
We ate our salads while Aiden told me about some of the crazy people that had come to the resort. By the time our entrees arrived, my face hurt from all the smiling and laughing.
We shared our food as he had suggested earlier and he wasn’t kidding when he said this place had good Italian food. I was so full from our meal but he insisted on sharing some cheesecake for dessert.
I wasn’t sure I could even take another bite, but when it arrived, he put some on his fork and fed it to me. I slowly put the piece of decadent food in my mouth, watching the desire flicker across his eyes. I licked my lips when I was done and he shook his head with a slight groan.
“I think it’s time to get out of here,” he suggested. I nodded in agreement and took the hand he offered me. We left the unfinished dessert on the table and as we made our way to the door, he nodded his thanks to our waiter.
We made our way outside, immediately hit with the heavy tropical heat. It was especially humid that night and I almost felt like I couldn’t breathe in the thick air.
When we got to our golf cart, Aiden pulled me close against him, one arm around my waist. He cupped my face with the other hand and looked down at me.
“You’re so sexy and beautiful, Julia. Every guy in that place was looking at you tonight. I feel like the luckiest guy because you were with me.”
I reached up with one hand and touched his face. I didn’t even know how to respond to his words, but I didn’t have to. He leaned down and kissed me, holding me even tighter against him. His lips moved slowly over mine, his tongue finding its way into my mouth. It was a kiss full of passion. There was no sense of urgency in it, but it held a promise of what was to come the rest of the night.
I had a feeling it was going to be one I would never forget.
Chapter Ten ~ Aiden
I managed to end our kiss next to the golf cart before I got too carried away. My original plan for the evening was to go to dinner and then go back to her villa for an evening of slow lovemaking. Little did I know that dinner would be like a long session of foreplay.
My cock had been hard since she opened the door in her little white dress and now that we were finally done with dinner, all I could think about was fucking her.
I helped her get onto the cart and took a deep breath as I walked to the driver’s side, adjusting my hard on subtly. I ached to be inside her and I hoped I didn’t lose control of the cart by driving too fast.
I started the cart and drove off, putting one hand possessively on her leg like I did for the drive over. Whenever she was near, I had to touch her, even if it was something so simple as my hand on her leg.
She leaned over so her lips were near my ear. “I’ve been meaning to tell you something all night,” she whispered. “I’m not wearing any panties under my dress.”
A soft moan fell from my lips and I glanced over at her. She was sitting back now and I could make out a smile on her face in the evening glow. “Are you serious?” I asked, my voice suddenly a few octaves higher.
“Yes,” she said and I could see her nod from the corner of my eye.
“Let me check,” I responded, sliding my hand further up her leg. I gripped the steering wheel with my other hand to keep us on the path. I almost veered off when my hand reached the apex of her thighs and I could feel the warm heat of her bare pussy on my skin.
“Jesus,” I muttered, keeping my hand just inches from her wet sex. I pressed down on the gas pedal a little harder while maintaining control of the golf cart. I couldn’t look at her until we got to her villa or I would pull off to a dark spot and have my way with her.
I was relieved when I finally saw my villa off in the distance. There weren’t many people back at this part of the resort, so I was able to pick up speed a little bit. When we pulled up to it, she climbed down on her own before I could even turn it off. She was at the door before I was, waiting for me to unlock it. She seemed just as eager to be alone as I was.
We walked inside my dark villa and I closed the door behind me. She was walking towards the bedroom when I grabbed her arm and pulled her to me. I reached between us and dragged a finger along her wet slit. She shivered and moaned as I teased her swollen clit.
“I’ve been so wet all night,” she whispered and I pushed a finger inside of her. “Oh my god,” she uttered, her head falling forward against me. “You have no idea what you do to me,” I heard her mumble against my shirt.
“Oh, I think I do,” I replied with a small chuckle and with my free hand, took one of hers. I pressed it against the front of the pants I had borrowed from Jason, letting her feel how hard I was.
“Do you feel that, Julia? That’s what you do to me. I’ve been rock hard like that since I picked you up before dinner. Then you tell me you aren’t wearing any underwear? I almost came in my pants right there like a fifteen year old boy.” I put my finger under her chin, forcing her to look up at me. “So yeah, I think I understand a little bit how you feel.”
I pulled my finger out of her and stuck it in my mouth, cleaning it of all of her juices. “Damn, you taste good.” I hooked the straps of her dress under my fingers and slid them down her arms. She pulled them out and I pushed her dress down until it pooled at her feet and she was standing naked in front of me.
I stopped and looked at her for a second, taking in every inch and committing it to memory so when she was gone, I would always remember. I hated to think of her leaving; there were so many things I was going to miss about her.
I wasn’t going to think about that now. I was going to enjoy her naked, willing body and her even sexier mind. I gathered her into my arms and she squealed a little with surprise. I grinned as she held onto me for dear life and walked towards her room. I laid her gently on the bed in front of me. The dim light from the moon outside of her window covered her body and I couldn’t help but stare as I unbuttoned my shirt. My pants and boxer briefs were next, my cock springing free, the head dripping with pre-cum.
She reached for me and I climbed on top of her, relishing the feel of her bare skin against mine.
“Aiden,” she whispered, running her hands across my shoulders and down my sides. “I need you.”
I gave a nod but didn’t respond. My need for her was just as great, if not more. I would be the first to admit I had a lot of mindless sex here, but for the first time in years, it felt like so much more. Julia was breaking down my walls and healing my scars, letting me feel again. I wanted to
be as close to her as I could get.
“Do you have any condoms?” I asked, realizing I forgot to bring a few. I had them back in my villa nearby, but I didn’t want to break the mood and have to go get them.
“I don’t.” She chewed on the bottom of her lips. “You always use one right?”
“Always,” I replied firmly.
She paused for a second. “I’m on the pill and I trust you. We don’t need one if you’re okay with it.”
I shifted my weight on her, letting the head of my cock rest at the entrance to her pussy. Getting to feel her without any barriers would be amazing but I didn’t want her doing anything she would regret later.
“Are you sure?” She wiggled her hips against my cock and I had to grit my teeth so I wouldn’t ram into her at that moment.
She lifted her head off of the pillow and kissed my lips softly. “I’ve never been so sure of anything in my life.”
That was all I needed to hear from her. I held onto her and with one hard thrust, I was buried balls deep in Julia’s tight pussy. I swallowed her cries of pleasure with my mouth, kissing her as I savored being as close to her as two people could be.
I hadn't had sex with a girl without a condom since Becca and I had forgotten how amazing it could be. There were no barriers between us now.
I propped myself on my elbows so I could look down at her, the sweat beading on my forehead. I was moving in and out of her slowly, trying to make this last. She wrapped her legs around my waist and started to meet my thrusts.
“Take me hard, Aiden, please. Don’t hold back,” she muttered and took my face between her hands before kissing me. Her arms snaked around my neck as her lips took mine, her tongue teasing mine.
I groaned into her mouth as I moved faster, taking her like she wanted. The walls of her pussy started to twitch and I knew she was close. I tore my lips from hers and looked into her eyes. “Come with me princess,” I urged her.
It wasn’t long before I felt her tense beneath me. Her neck arched on the pillow and she screamed my name while her orgasm ripped through her body. The walls of her sex milked my cock hard and I wasn’t far behind her. I moaned her name as I released deep inside her.
I shuddered one last time and pressed my forehead into hers. “Thank you,” I whispered and planted a soft kiss on her lips.
“For what?” she asked, her body still wrapped around mine and my cock still inside her. I was in no hurry to get off of her and she seemed like she wasn’t ready to let me go anytime soon. That was fine with me.
“For not making me use a condom. I have never been with a woman with out one. Holy shit, it was amazing to feel you around me.”
I finally rolled off of her but took her with me, still holding her in my arms so she was practically on top of me. Maybe it was crazy, but I felt closer to her after that and it was liked we reached a whole new level of intimacy.
We didn’t say anything for a while, each of us lost in our own thoughts. I opened my mouth a few times to speak, but I wasn’t sure what to say. I even thought about telling her all about Becca and what brought me to the Dominican but wasn’t sure how to bring it up. For the first time in years, I was ready to open up to someone about my past. I was growing closer to Julia than I had been to anyone since losing Becca.
“Tell me about your childhood,” I finally said, my fingertips tickling her arm.
She was quiet at first and I was worried I had upset her by asking something more personal. I didn’t want to offend her, but I wanted to know all about her and what made her the person she was today.
She flipped over so she was on her stomach next to me so she could look me in the face while she talked. Her cheeks were still flushed from our lovemaking and her hair was a little bit messy, but to me, she was gorgeous. I reached out and brushed a stray hair from her face, tucking it behind her ear gently. When she was around, I felt like I always needed to be touching her, even with such a simple gesture.
“My childhood was good for a while. At least I think so.” She looked down at her hands. “I don’t have many memories of my early childhood. My mom died when I was five and I remember very little of her. When she was gone, my father changed. My mom’s sister said that he had a really hard time when she passed away and became a different man.” She shrugged and her eyes welled with tears. “The only father I really remember is cold and distant. He hired nannies for me and was always at work.”
“I’m sorry,” I said softly, feeling bad that my question brought up these sad feelings for her.
“It’s okay,” she replied, the corner of her mouth turning up with a wry smile. “I’ve spent my whole life trying to win his love and affection. That’s why I was marrying Patrick. When I caught him with that other woman, something in me snapped and I was done living for everyone else.” She sat up and hugged her knees to her chest, resting her head on them. “It’s time I live for me.”
I pulled myself up and sat next to her. “Good for you. You deserve to be happy.”
She nodded as she stared off into space for a second. Finally she turned her face towards me with a smile. “What about you?”
My heart started to race. Now was my chance to open up to her and even though I wanted to, it still scared the hell out of me. “What about me?”
“Well, since we are being more open, do you mind telling me what brought you here to paradise and what made you decide to stay?”
I swung my legs over the edge of the bed and strolled my naked ass over to the fridge for a couple of beers. I needed a little liquid courage to tell Julia all about my life back home and Becca.
I grabbed the bottles and opened them. I grinned at her when I turned around and caught her checking me out. She averted her eyes up to my face, her cheeks turning a shade of pink.
I winked at her and handed her a beer before I sat back on the bed and took a long drink of mine. I set it on the nightstand next to the bed and took a deep breath. It was now or never.
“Like you, I grew up in Chicago, but I get the feeling we lived very different lives.” She nodded her head in agreement. “I had a good childhood, but then I hit those rebellious teen years. My dad and I butt heads terribly and soon I found myself hanging out with the shadier kids in the neighborhood – the kids of those involved in organized crime.”
Her mouth opened a little in surprise. “The mob?” she asked breathlessly.
I smiled sheepishly and nodded while lifting my hand to rub the top of my head. “My family did okay but my mom didn’t work and my dad worked his fingers to the bone as a mechanic for the city. We lived almost paycheck-to-paycheck, so there wasn’t much money left over for fun. I saw my friends with this extra money and when I asked how they got it, they introduced me to some people.” I glanced out the window, remembering the day I met Becca’s father. It was the day that changed my life forever.
“I started out doing some small stuff – mainly just being an errand boy.” I looked down at my hands. “It was also at this time I met a girl.” I swallowed hard. “She was the daughter of the guy I was working for. We started to hang out and quickly fell in love.” I paused as the emotions came flooding back.
“I see,” she said, breaking the silence.
I looked down at my arm and touched the tattoo on the inside of my arm. I traced the “B” hidden in the picture. “We got these tattoos. Hers had a ‘A’ in it.” My voice was thick with emotion and I wasn’t sure if I could continue.
Julia put her hand on my arm. “What happened to her Aiden?” she asked softly. “It must have been pretty bad for you to run away here.”
I rubbed my face with my hands, gathering the strength to finish the story. This was the hard part and I hadn’t told anyone about it or even talked about it in years.
I looked back at Julia, my eyes wet with unshed tears. “She died and it was all my fault.”
Chapter Eleven ~ Julia
My eyes widened in shock at his confession. The pain in his voice was so evident I wante
d to reach out and hold him but I could tell he wasn’t done with his story. Even so, his life was making so much more sense and I realized Becca was probably the girl I saw in the picture I found in his drawer. I sat quietly on the bed next to him, waiting for him to go on.
“I had no idea what I was getting into. I just wanted to make some money, but I kept getting sucked further and further into the life. I managed to buy a Harley, something I had ever since I could remember. I was young and stupid and in love. Becca was my boss’s daughter and I guess he saw some potential in me. He didn’t have any sons and he would talk about ‘grooming’ me to take over the business for him one day.”
He grabbed some board shorts off the floor and slipped them on before standing up. He started to pace the small room. I was getting nervous, wondering what he meant by saying it was his fault Becca died.
“He didn’t know that Becca hated the life. She begged me to take her away from it all, but I couldn’t. I thought she was overreacting.” He stopped in front of me, his eyes dark. “Then I got in trouble one day. I was caught breaking into a store. We weren’t going to take anything, just do some damage and send a message to the owner who owed Becca’s dad some money, but nonetheless, we were arrested.” He found his beer and finished it off, wiping his mouth off with the back of his hand. He stared off into space.
“My parents were furious and my dad had some pull with the cops for some reason and I wasn’t going to have to face any charges as long as I went into the Marines right after graduation. My dad had wanted me to do that all along and as much as I hated it, I agreed. Getting caught opened my eyes and Becca and I made plans to run away when I got out.” He smiled wryly. “I wanted to get out of town right away. I begged her to get on my Harley and just ride off into the sunset with me. She insisted I do my time so we could start clean.” He shook his head. “I should have listened to her.”
He sat back on the edge of the bed and I scooted to be next to him. I wrapped my arms around his waist, but he didn’t respond.
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