by Iona Rose
“My flight is tonight,” he said and folded his strong arms across his chest.
I almost shuddered in relief. “Umm… well, I’m sorry for waking you. I just went paragliding and it was amazing.”
He stared at me, his face emotionless, his eyes unblinking.
“H-have you ever been?” I asked. “Paragliding?”
His gaze moved then.
Only when it settled on my hands did I realize I had been wringing them mercilessly.
He returned his gaze to mine and released a heavy sigh. “Come in,” he said and went into the room.
I hesitated for a moment and then followed, locking the door behind me.
“I only have a bit of orange juice left,” he said as he retrieved a jug from the fridge and poured some into a glass. He came over to me, only dressed in a pair of dark briefs, and handed it over. His hair looked tousled in that unruly but boyish way that it got when he’d spent quite a while in bed, like he had with me. He sat on the edge of the bed, and watched me.
“Thanks for the juice,” I said and took a long sip.
“Why are you here, Leah?” he asked.
I hadn’t planned on finishing the juice but as the question came out, I kept drinking it to bide my time before I had to give a response. When I was done, I held the glass in my hand and hoped it wouldn’t shatter. “I uh…” My voice shook. “I went paragliding.”
“So you’ve said. And no, I've never been.”
“It’s uh… it’s really scary. You jump off the mountain strapped to the balloon an… whatever happens, happens.”
He gave me a ghost of a smile. “I’m sure it’s safer than that.”
“Well yeah… it is. I’m still here. It was amazing.”
He watched me with those emerald eyes of his.
I knew it was time to say exactly what I wanted, but I didn't know how to form the words in my mouth. Somehow, I felt as though he could see right through me… like he understood me. “I need a little bit of help—to say what I want to.”
He smiled, his gaze lowering briefly to the floor.
Suddenly, I felt a bit foolish.
“You don’t advise me to go paragliding?” he asked. “Is that it?”
He was toying with me and although it stung, I knew I completely deserved it.
He rose to his feet. “Leah, I have a flight to get to soon. Please let me know why you’re here.”
“You know why,” I accused him.
“Actually, I don't. You’ve pushed me away now, twice. So how do you expect me to be completely positive that I know why you’re here?”
“I’m sorry. I-I took things too seriously. It’s my fault.”
“So now, you’re here because you don't want to take things too seriously anymore?”
I exhaled deeply, fed up with the unmistakable notes of condescension. “Carter, are you still interested in me? Because if you are, I want us to spend some time together.”
He glared at me. “I’m out of time.”
“You told me that you could extend your time here. Can you still do that, for a few more days?”
“Why?”
He wanted me to spell it out, okay I would. “Because I want you,” I told him. “And I don’t think that either of us is done with each other.”
“So this is a temporary thing then?” he asked.
“Sure,” I replied. He could have it the way he wanted.
He moved towards me.
I retreated, until my back hit the wall.
He held my gaze, his eyes dipping occasionally to my lips.
I relished every second of this. The way he looked at me as though he wanted to devour me whole. But I still hadn’t gotten his explicit response, so I waited, my stomach still tied up in knots.
“When is your flight out of here?” he asked.
“In about a week,” I replied.
“Alright then,” he said. “I’ll extend my departure until then.
My chest nearly collapsed from the relief.
He started to move away but before he could go, I held onto his arm, my hands barely covering his bicep. God he was sexy, and I couldn’t believe I’d been able to buy myself a little more time with him. “I’m sorry about earlier,” I apologized. “I’ll try my best to make it up to you.”
“Miss Peters,” he said. “You’re going to have your work cut out for you, so don't make promises you can’t keep.”
“I’m ready,” I said. “I can handle it.”
He moved until his body was solidly pressed against mine, and I didn’t even realize when the glass left my grip and fell to the carpeted floor. The tip of his nose stroked mine playfully, his warm breath tickling my face. “Kiss me,” he said.
My heart somersaulted within my chest. I didn’t hold back for even a second. I crushed my lips to his, and once again felt like I had entered into another dimension. A dimension where everything rational ceased to exist, and in its place was lust… wild, unrestrained lust that couldn't compare to anything else in the world. Our tongues stroked and dipped in each other’s mouths, his hands seemingly everywhere on my body all at once, and then settling under my ass.
He cupped the soft mounds hard, lifting my legs clear off the ground and grinding me against his arousal.
We broke the kiss to come up for air but still I couldn’t let go of him. His eyes were closed as he tried to get his breathing under control with me still held tightly in his arms. I loved the effect I seemed to have on him, but I didn’t allow myself to think too deeply about it.
I ran my fingers through his hair, bringing some semblance of order to the unruly mass.
“How about an early dinner with me tonight?” He asked.
I didn’t have to think twice. I nodded eagerly.
A full heart stopping grin spread across his face. “I need to take a shower first though.” He lowered my body until my feet landed on the carpet.
“Can I join you?” I asked.
His pleasure at my very existence seemed to quadruple. “I can’t believe that I didn’t even have to ask.” He lifted me again into his arms.
I squealed in high laughter, then my amusement turned into panic when he took me with him fully clothed into the stall. “No!” I yelled. “My clothes can’t get wet. I have nothing else to wear.” I saw the moment mischief flashed in his eyes. I immediately headed for the door but his hands banded around me as he lifted me away from it.
I couldn't contain my laughter as I struggled to release myself from him, but I also knew if I wasn't able to get free I was screwed.
“You can wear something of mine,” he said. “I want to see you in my shirt and pants.”
“Carter, no! We’re going to a public place. I can’t be looking like—” The shower came on just as he let go of me, and I ran from the stall with a scream.
Only a part of my head had gotten wet, and just a bit of my blouse but still, I glared at him with feigned annoyance.
He laughed, and leaned against the door to watch me as I reached for a towel. “You’re going to get wet all over again. Just take your clothes off and come in.’
When I didn't respond, he slipped his briefs down along his hips.
My sulking immediately began to dissipate. I watched him, my mouth watering as the material was pulled away to reveal the dusting of hair across his groin and his intimidating cock.
Without even realizing it, I began to take my clothes off, eager to be with him.
With a smile, he shut the door and the faucet came on.
I pulled it open a few seconds later to see his back was to me with the water cascading down his glistening, flawless skin. I’d never in my life taken a shower with anyone else, even with previous boyfriends, so this was a very foreign but exciting territory to me.
It also seemed like quite an intimate thing to do, but I was ready for anything that would bring me closer to him. He pulled me inside to join him under the cascade and I shut my eyes as the warm water drenched my body along wit
h his.
He trailed kisses down my neck and across my shoulder blades.
I couldn’t contain the effect of his mouth on my body. The fiery rush of pleasure pulsing through my veins made me squirm, my knees losing all strength until I had to throw my hands around his shoulder to keep me upright. “Are we going to fuck or get cleaned up?” I asked, not seeing how both could happen at the same time.
He laughed, turned off the shower and showed me how. Retrieving the bottle of body wash from the holder, he lathered some of the liquid on his hands. Starting from my ass, he spread the liquid up my back and then brought his hands down my front to take my breasts in his slippery fingers.
I threw my head back then, oblivious to all else beyond the workings of his fingers as he molded the full mounds in his hands, his fingers stroking and teasing my hardened nipples.
His cock was fully erect against me, so I took advantage of his preoccupation, and slipped it between my legs. Holding the rock hard member in place, I ground my soaking wet sex against him, stroking the swollen bud of my arousal until I became breathless, the pleasure intensifying at a dangerous place.
“Carter,” I breathed just as he took my mouth in his and I kissed him with every ounce of passion inside of me. I wanted to do something for him too, like lather shampoo all over his hair but at that point, I could barely remember my own name, so I focused on one thing at a time.
He on the other hand however, was out to torture me. He placed more soap on his hand with the pretense of cleaning me up, then turned the faucet back on but at a low frequency. The water washed lightly over us as his hands slipped between my legs and took the place of his cock. He gently massaged and stroked all of my most intimate places… by the time he was done, my limp body was leaning against his for support.
“Fuck me, Carter… we need a condom quickly,” I pleaded unable to take any more… unable to wait any longer.
‘‘One moment,’’ he said as he exited the shower. In seconds, he was back, condom in hand. With a swift move, he lifted me clear off the tiled floor as my legs wrapped around his. I kissed him wildly… completely overwhelmed by his very presence, and by his expertise in bringing out a part of me that had absolutely no control or will against the onslaught of this excruciating pleasure.
He drove his sheathed cock into me. When he filled me, stretching me almost painfully thin, it felt like I had come home. Damn, had I missed this over the past few days… my sex pulsing at its absence and my heart almost sick at the thought of how I would never be this intimately joined with him again.
All that was now gone, at least for the following week, and I swore to myself that I would relish every moment of it.
He began to move inside of me and my head fell back in wonder.
“Fuck,” he moaned, his hoarse beautiful voice ringing out in the enclosed space. “You have no idea how much I missed this… how fucking much I missed you.”
I understood him, more than words could express. I held on tightly to him as his hips slammed into mine, over and over again, my back hitting the wall every time. But I didn't care.
I didn't have the capacity to care about anything beyond the torrent of ecstasy melting my bones into nothing. I cried out and thrashed against him, my teeth biting down on his shoulder in search of some semblance of control over myself, but in the end he completely owned me. “Fuck!” I screamed when I came, my orgasm wrung out of me with a raging molten rush.
He came almost immediately, then he swung me once again under the cascade of water. “Now we can get cleaned up.” He grinned at me.
I couldn't help my smile against him. I felt drained to my soul and he felt equally as tired, because mere minutes later of a quick shampooing and wash, we were both out of the stall. I felt completely depleted, legs of jelly, barely able to stand on my own, so he carried me with him and placed me on the bed. He had barely wiped me dry when I found a towel to wrap my damp hair in.
I crawled underneath the covers and called out drowsily when he took too long to join me.
The moment he slid into bed with me, I rested my head on his chest and tangled the rest of my body with his.
I listened to the sound of his steady heartbeat as exhaustion completely overtook me and led me into the most peaceful rest of my existence.
Chapter 11
Carter
Later that evening, I watched as Leah tried on one of my dress shirts just for fun.
We’d slept long past the early dinner we had planned, and now the sun had long set, plunging the small seaside town into a cozy darkness that we were psyched to explore.
“Should we head back to the Harbor restaurant that we were meant to have dinner in the last time?” I asked. “It has a live band down at the beach, so we can head over when we’re done, or just enjoy the ambience from our table.”
“Sounds great,” she said just as she finished buttoning the white dress shirt and turned around to present the fit to me.
Leah was a voluptuous woman, and I relished that about her but apart from the bulge of her breasts against the material, she was almost drowning in it. She was quite petite, so the length of the shirt went almost midway past her thighs. I burst into laughter from my perch on the edge of the bed where I had been putting on my shoes.
She threw some almonds at me from the plate of mixed nuts she had been munching on. Then she turned to the room’s full length mirror to properly assess herself. “This could work,” she said as she allowed one of the arms of the shirt to hang down her shoulder, slightly exposing the swell of her breast.
She had come to me in a pair of khaki shorts, so she tucked the front part of the shirt into it, slipped into her pair of strappy low heeled sandals, and turned to me with a beaming smile. “How do I look?” she asked .
I couldn’t get past the lump in my throat at seeing her in my clothing. “Great,” was all I was eventually able to manage as I rose to my feet. Telling her she had to be the most beautiful woman in the world to me, would no doubt send her running once again, and if I was being totally honest, it would probably also initiate my flight mode.
So far, I had been unbothered by the intensity of my attraction to her, convinced that I was in complete control. Then after I’d woken up for the second time since I had met her in bed with her. Just watching her, as she softly inhaled and exhaled, her beautiful, curly hair tousled around her—I had begun to suspect that maybe I was beginning to slip.
It couldn't happen. I couldn’t fall for her because it was nowhere near the plan.
So just like she had propositioned, we would take this week solely as the gift given to us by the universe to enjoy each other until our time came to an end.
It sounded good enough to me.
A little while later, she was leaning against me in the elevator while I nuzzled her neck, inhaling her clean scent. She smelled just like me, having dabbed a bit of my cologne behind her ears, and I absolutely loved it.
All of the sudden, she sucked in her breath between her teeth, as she read the message she just received on her phone.
“What is it?” I asked.
She glanced up to find my gaze. “My friends have nowhere to be tonight, so I told them about the restaurant, and they want to go there too.”
“That’s perfectly fine. Why are you bothered about it?”
“Uh, you met them the last time right? They’re not exactly reserved.”
Yeah, they weren’t but they had made me laugh. “I very much look forward to meeting them again, especially the blonde one. Somehow, I have a feeling she had a hand in you coming back to me.”
Her eyes widened in shock before a wide smile spread across her lips. “Yeah that would be Anne. And you have no idea.”
* * *
Leah
I couldn’t have been more relieved when we entered the Harbor restaurant.
Perhaps it was because I had barely eaten anything all day.
Carter paid more attention to me than he gave to his meal, whic
h at first made me feel shy but I loved every second of it.
Midway through our meal, I received a message from Tracy and my heart lurched into my throat at the notification of their arrival.
I felt guilty because it seemed very likely that from here on out, my time with them would be very limited. I watched when they came in and were seated across the room from us, so I rose to my feet to briefly go over. “My friends just came in. I’ll say a quick hello to them and be back.”
“Why don’t they join us?” he asked, and I felt a bit surprised by this. “Um, ok. I’ll ask them.”
“Only if it’s okay with you.” He nodded “I don’t mind.”
"Alright,” I said, and went over.
Tracy smiled heartily at me as I approached.
Anne wore a look that was a mix between confusion and horror on her face. “What are you wearing?” she asked.
“Isn’t it obvious?” Tracy quipped.
A few seconds later, Anne finally understood. “Ah, it’s his shirt. Thank God! I thought you bought this.”
“What’s wrong with it?” I retorted. “It’s just a simple white dress shirt.”
“Honey, it’s bigger than you are, but since it’s his, now that’s sexy as fuck. I approve. Where is he by the way?”
“My four ‘o clock,” I said and turned briefly to him so the girls could follow my gaze.
“Again,” Anne said. “That is one fine man.”
“I bet he’s tastier than whatever we’re about to eat right now,” Tracy said.
I smacked her across the shoulder. “Behave you two.”
“So what’s happening between you two now?” Anne asked. “Any chance you’re going to throw him back in the water for the rest of us before this vacation’s over?”
“Not happening.” I beamed. “He extended his vacation until the end of the week for me, so he’s all mine until then.”
“So I guess we won’t be seeing much of you anymore?” Tracy asked, her tone slightly sad.