Romance: One Fine Holiday

by Amy McAdams

  His touch is so tender and sensitive, that it rushes emotion through my entire body.

  Wow…

  The desire pulsates through me.

  On this island, with the moon shining brightly, I am lost.

  Quickly, the strength of passion overtakes us.

  The passion forces our hands to smother each other’s bodies.

  I want him.

  I want all of him.

  I want him now.

  The passion forces me to rip off his shirt and I am sure that I see a button come flying off.

  Oh wow.

  The body of my island man is strong and tanned. The muscles rip out of his body and I can’t touch it enough. I need my hands on it.

  I need it.

  My hands run all over his body and up his solid back.

  Oh yes… it is so strong. I can’t resist it.

  I am going to devour this beautiful man.

  He continues to kiss my body with tenderness and my head spins.

  Yes…

  His hands pull of my shirt and quickly my bra falls away. My naked torso presses against his and the warmth behind us is seductive.

  Soon, his hand finds its way up my skirt and onto my tenderness.

  I am instantly wet.

  The way he handles my breasts so tenderly makes me want to eat him all up.

  Clarke withdraws from our kisses and undoes his belt, dropping his shorts and jocks to the floor.

  Oh my…

  It is huge.

  My eyes lock onto his member and I am amazed by it.

  He moves his naked body back closer to me and begins to run his hands down the edge of my skirt. He pushes my skirt and knickers down to the floor in one movement.

  He presses his naked body against me and the touch of passion rushes over every inch of my skin.

  As we embrace in naked lust, desire engulfs me.

  His strong arms hold my body and he leads me to recline on the bed next to us.

  “Wait,” I whisper, realizing this hut has no walls, “Will anyone see us?”

  “No,” he smiles.

  As I lie back on the bed, Clarke’s naked body comes over the top of me, and I look up to his beautiful face.

  He hovers over me, waiting.

  His strong member touches my wet pussy and I become even wetter.

  The hardness of his member sits on the edge of my pussy and I want it.

  No.

  I need it.

  He pushes in, sliding into me.

  Oh yes…

  He is inside me, deep.

  And full.

  Wow…

  My head throws back in orgasmic desire.

  Clarke slowly withdraws and smoothly enters my wetness again.

  Oh...

  My hands push up and run all over his muscles, smoothing over the strength of his chest. I am taken by this chest – it is perfect in every way.

  Again he slowly withdraws and enters me.

  Wow…

  As he enters me, it becomes clear how large his manhood is.

  Clarke hovers over me, and my hands dance over him. His powerful arms prop him up and I happily smooth my hands over them.

  He holds himself deep inside me again.

  “Faster,” I whisper to him.

  He smiles.

  He slowly begins to build into a rhythm.

  Coming in and out of my wetness.

  Oh yes…

  The thrusting begins to build harder and harder.

  Yes…

  It becomes quicker.

  Oh yes...

  And harder.

  Yes!

  Clarke pumps me with all his force, slamming his cock into me.

  I can’t control myself.

  My body becomes flush with orgasm and I feel every piece of my skin tingle with warmth.

  My head is lost.

  A loud moan escapes my lips and my head throws back.

  Yes!

  Clarke continues the thrusting, slamming himself into me with a consistent pattern. This beautiful island man is slamming me with all his strength.

  My head is sent to another place by the hard rhythm.

  I cannot contain the moans any longer.

  My mouth lets out a scream of pleasure, from deep within my body. My breathing quickens into hard pants of desire as Clarke continues to drive into me - his hardness pulsating deeply in my pussy.

  This is more amazing than anything I have ever experienced before.

  This passion, this lust, this desire.

  This is… wow.

  Amazing.

  Clarke is in complete control.

  I can’t stop him.

  He owns me.

  The lust is uncontrollable.

  My heart-rate begins to increase and my body begins to burn.

  Oh yes.

  My uncontrollable moans grow louder.

  Yes.

  Take me, Clarke.

  Yes!

  Every inch of my skin glows with warmth and I scream with the passion that is charging out of me.

  In my moments of pleasure, his strong hands feel amazing when they touch my body. Every piece of my body tingles with the sensation.

  Wow.

  Slam!

  He slams his cock hard downward into me, driving me into the bed. He increases his speed, slamming with all his power.

  Wow… I thought it couldn’t get any better but wave after wave flushes over me.

  I am lost.

  I can’t control it.

  The orgasm floods into every part of my body.

  Just as my head is spinning, he thrusts into me one last time. I feel his warmth squirt inside me, tingling my pussy. He pants hard as he slowly moves in and out of me, trying to hold onto every last moment he can.

  I grip him tightly.

  I don’t want it to stop.

  When he is done, he falls to the bed, and I lounge my nakedness all over his muscular, toned body.

  Wow.

  My head is lost.

  As I start to come down, I snuggle tightly into this amazing man.

  It feels amazing to be snuggling into his naked body.

  We lie in bliss for some time.

  “Stay on the island with me,” he whispers.

  I don’t answer.

  I don’t know what to say.

  “Stay on the island with me,” he repeats himself.

  The second time he says it, I am shocked.

  I want to say yes, but I know I can’t.

  The reality hits me.

  “Forget about the world out there. Everything you could ever need is on this island,” he smiles.

  Everything I need is lying right next to me.

  But logic rules my heart.

  I don’t reply.

  “Please. If you stay on this island, life would be perfect.”

  No.

  I can’t stay.

  My life is in the city.

  Clarke waits for me to answer.

  My heart wants to say yes.

  My body wants to say yes.

  But I know I can’t.

  “Ella?”

  Clarke checks that I am still here.

  Damn.

  Why did he have to bring me back to reality?

  “Everything you could ever want is on this island.”

  “No,” logic answers for me.

  I grab my clothes and I run away again.

  Chapter 10

  The girls are waiting with breakfast on the table of our resort apartment when I crawl out of my bed.

  “And…” Mel greets me.

  I smile back.

  “Woo!” the girls jump out of their seats and embrace me in a hug.

  “I’m so proud of you!” Kate’s joy is obvious, “You were afraid and you still did it.”

  “Soooo….” Mel asks.

  “What?” I pretend to not know what she is talking about.

  “You know exactly what I’m getting at.”

  “
He was amazing,” I state, “The most amazing I have ever had.”

  The girls squeal in delight, “You lucky girl!”

  “But?” Kate can tell all isn’t right.

  “He asked me to stay.”

  “To stay where?”

  “On the island. He asked me to stay here on the island with him.”

  “And not go home?”

  “Yep.”

  “And what did you say?”

  “No.”

  “And what did he say to that?”

  “Nothing.”

  “Nothing? Why not?”

  “Well, he could have said something but I wouldn’t have known because I ran away.”

  “You ran away again?”

  I nod with guilt.

  “Oh, Ella,” Kate hugs me tightly.

  “Do you want to stay on the island?” Mel asks.

  “I don’t know.”

  I really don’t.

  The city is my home and it is so much a part of my identity, but no-one has ever made me feel so special.

  I would love to stay but I don’t know if I can.

  “Do you want to go home?”

  I shrug my shoulders again.

  “Was he amazing enough to stay?”

  “He seems perfect in every way but…”

  “But?”

  “I don’t know if I could live without a busy, high-pressured city life. I don’t know if I could be with an island man and live the island life.”

  “Why not? Love is love. Do you love him?”

  “I don’t know about love… but there is definitely chemistry between us. I feel like I have known him my whole life.”

  “Call it whatever you want to call it but I can tell you want him. Call it love, lust or chemistry. It’s all the same. It’s all about how he makes you feel. And how did he make you feel?” Kate’s words are full of wisdom.

  “Amazing.”

  “Then why wait?”

  “Because I live in New York. That’s my home.”

  “And what do you have there?”

  I pause and think about her question.

  “What is it that holds you to New York?”

  Both these girls grew up in New York but ventured outside our city and have lived in numerous different states. Their lives have grown since they left their home town.

  But not me.

  I have only ever lived in the big city.

  It is a part of who I am.

  It is as much a part of me as my personality.

  I don’t know who I would be without the city and it scares me to think of a life without the city.

  I don’t even know if I could live without the city…

  “Ella, life is about chances. You have to take your chances.”

  I shrug my shoulders to Kate’s statement without answering and walk out of the apartment into the fresh tropical air, leaving the girls behind.

  Chapter 11

  The girls don’t push the point any further and after a morning relaxing in the comfort of a day spa, the beach captures our attention for the rest of the day. Its soft golden sand dances between our toes and we float gently along in the fresh breeze.

  I feel free next to the water.

  Listening to the waves gently push into the beach, I feel calm. The calm rhythms of the beach remind me that there is so much more to life than just putting my head down and working hard. There is a whole world out there that I have forgotten about.

  The afternoon disappears as we laze on the beach under the tropical sun.

  “I think you need to look down the beach,” Mel mumbles under her breath.

  My eyes look up from my book and I see a broad figure walking confidently down the beach.

  It is not a figure I can mistake. The silhouette is large and muscular, framed by the afternoon sun. It takes my breath away.

  I try to hide under my book and avoid eye contact with the man that I was intimate with last night. But he knows I’m here.

  I feel his presence walk up the beach towards me as I remain laying on my towel.

  “Hi,” he states in his deep voice.

  “Hi,” I manage to respond to him this time.

  “Hi,” Kate smiles, “And bye.”

  Kate stands from her resting place on the beach, gives me wink and nods to Mel. They quietly walk away from where we are sitting, leaving us alone.

  I stand to face Clarke.

  “I meant what I said last night,” Clarke starts the conversation directly.

  “What was that?” I ask, but I already know the answer.

  “I want you to stay on the island with me.”

  “No, I can’t. Sorry, Clarke but the city needs me.”

  “The city doesn’t need you. It will only churn you up and spit you out the other side. This island needs your beauty. This island would appreciate you.”

  Clarke is right. The city doesn’t need me.

  But I need it.

  I’m not sure who I am without work and I am afraid that Clarke will discover who I really am.

  “I need you,” he continues, “I need you here. When you were next to me last night, I have never felt so amazing. I was complete. Leave the city behind. Stay with me.”

  “I can’t,” I struggle to resist his amazing charm.

  “Give me one good reason why you cannot,” he states strongly.

  “I can’t stay because you’re not the man I want,” the words fall out of my mouth and I am not convinced that they are true.

  “Not the man you want? And who is the man you want?”

  “I don’t know. I haven’t met him yet but I know that he is not a man living on an island. The man I want will own half the city. He will be successful in the stress of New York.”

  That is a lie, but I am trying to convince myself not to stay.

  “Success in the city doesn’t mean anything in the end. Anyone can be successful in the city.”

  “That’s not true. It’s hard work to succeed in the real world. You wouldn’t know what it takes to be successful in the real world,” I defend my city.

  “It’s not the real world. Surviving in the rat race is not how we are supposed to live our lives. Out here is the real world. Look around you – nothing could be more real than this.”

  “That is spoken like someone who has never experienced the world that I live in. The city is a part of me and I can’t date someone that doesn’t understand me.”

  He looks to the ground dejected.

  “I’m sorry Clarke. But we are not right for each other. I cannot live with your lifestyle.”

  For the third time, I walk away from this beautiful man.

  Chapter 12

  The last day of my holiday is laced with sadness.

  Sadness that the trip with my beautiful girls is coming to a close, sadness that I am about to leave this island and sadness that I am leaving Clarke behind.

  “Why not?” Mel asks as we eat breakfast at the resort café.

  My breakfast is a large bowl full of many different colored tropical fruits, some of which I struggle to identify.

  “I’m not like you girls – I don’t know if I can leave the city behind. The hectic pace has always been a part of my life. It’s a part of me.”

  “People can change, you know,” Kate smiles, sipping on her health smoothie, “Look at us. We left the city and now we are living lives that we love. You have to take a chance with life. If you don’t ever take a risk, you’ll never get the reward.”

  “And the reward looks mighty fine,” Mel smiles.

  Yes.

  He did look mighty fine.

  His toned abs, his strong shoulders and his muscular arms were amazing. I doubt I will ever see another body like that again in my life.

  “Why not?” Mel asks again.

  “Because I’m not ready,” I sigh, looking out to the ocean which is bathed in the morning sunshine.

  “No-one is ever ready for anything,” Kate says, “You’ll never be ready
to take the chance of a lifetime. You will never get another chance like this, Ella. This is your moment to seize.”

  I shrug my shoulders.

  “What’s really keeping you in the city?” Kate asks.

  I find it hard to answer the question.

  I try to rack my brain to think of the real reason why I am afraid to leave the city. I can’t think of one reason why I should go back. I don’t have any real friends there, I don’t have a boyfriend there, and my employer would forget about me in a week after I left.

  Why don’t I stay on the island?

  I could…

  No.

  I couldn’t.

  I wouldn’t be challenged enough here. I need a challenge. I need to show the city that I can handle what it throws at me.

  But do I really need the city?

  “Fear.”

  That’s the real reason I won’t stay here on the island.

  It feels good to admit it out-loud. Deep seeded insecurity is the real reason I won’t stay.

  The girls aren’t surprised and they nod knowingly.

  “A man like Clarke can do a lot better than me,” I look into the fruit in front of me.

  “Better than you? Don’t let me ever hear you say that again,” Kate is firm, “You are a beautiful, intelligent and sexy woman. A man like Clarke would be lucky to have you.”

  There is such conviction in Kate’s words.

  I wish I had her belief in me.

  “Why not?” Mel asks again.

  I ponder the question for a while.

  I think about all the missed opportunities I’ve had in my life – all the chances I’ve missed because I’ve been too afraid to seize the moment.

  “Yeah,” a smile creeps across my face, “Why not?”

  Both the girls smile.

  “What are you waiting for then?” Kate’s voice is full of joy.

  Chapter 13

  In a rush of emotion, I race to the locals bar.

  My heart is pumping and the smile is etched on my face. My whole body is filled with emotion.

  It is a boundless joy – a pure buzz of happiness.

  This is what it feels like when you choose to do something for yourself.

  It feels amazing.

  Wow.

  As I run to the bar in search of Clarke, I wonder how it will work.

  Will I go back to New York to collect my belongings and bring them here?

  What will I do during the daytime on the island? Read, laugh and wander the beach?