by Ava Danielle
The plane takes off, Theresa at the window looking out as we ascend into the sky. “Gorgeous,” she whispers.
“Not as gorgeous as you,” I whisper into her ear as I kiss her cheek. I feel her smile.
“Can I get you anything?” the flight attended asks. I order us both a glass of wine. Once she returns with our glasses, we toast to a great vacation.
Breathtakingly beautiful. We have just arrived in St. Lucia and I already don’t want to leave. In fact, I ask Michael if there’s any way we could just move here and start a business, or rent a house and visit in the winter. He says I’m crazy. I’m actually dead serious.
“We just got off the plane, babe, how do you know you’re going to like it after our 7 days?”
“Because I smell the air and the heat, be real, Connecticut doesn’t get like this in the summer time, so a winter vaca here would be nice,” I say as we leave the airport by shuttle to our resort.
The radio on the shuttle is playing Bob Marley, making me slowly shake my hips in the seat. The sun is bright against the window. We’re passing local children playing in the streets of this colorful village.
“I want to shop here,” I point out to the little touristic shops.
“Anything you want,” Michael says as he places his hands on my thigh.
The sights we pass are astounding, the smiles on everyone’s faces are peaceful, they seem happy. I could sit and watch everyone all day.
The mountains of St. Lucia are spectacular; they are gigantic reflecting off the water.
Arriving at the resort, the locals greet us with so much love. I’m glad I wore the sundress, the wind makes it flow and I feel pretty sexy. Trying to look my best for Michael while he wears sweatpants and pulling our suitcases. He’s such a gentleman. But back to the locals, they are very kind and sweet, such big smiles.
The foyer at the resort is exceptional. I’m blown away. The yellow brown marble tiles with the black cast iron railings that lead to the upstairs stands out. The comfortable chairs that look like they came from the 50s look perfect in this big open space. There are people sitting here enjoying drinks and reading, couples making out, and even an older lady is sitting there knitting. Different people are capturing my attention. Admiration.
We make it to the counter to check into our room,
“Mr. and Mrs. Walker your suite is upstairs at the end of the hall. There are stairs that lead down to the beach. I hope you enjoy your stay,”
I wasn’t even going to argue when he called me Mrs. Walker. The sound of that is a bit intriguing though. Something I could see in my far future.
After taking the elevator upstairs, we walk down the hallway and I look at the pictures on the pale white wall, they are pictures of the surrounding area. The mountain, the beaches, the ocean, they are absolutely gorgeous.
“I’m jealous,” I say.
“About?” Michael looks back while pulling the suitcase down the hall.
“The people that get to live here on a daily basis. The sights they get to endure just by looking out their window.”
Michael laughs at me. “They probably get sick of it after a while,” he says.
“Oh please, you’re just saying that to make me feel better,” I smile continuing to look at all the pictures down the hallways.
Arriving at the door, “You ready?” Michael asks while opening the door. Am. I. Ever!
I open the door to the room and Theresa stood frozen at the door.
“You going to come in?” I ask her as I throw the suitcase on the bed.
She’s standing there staring at everything. At the white satin sheet covered bed with two red pillows standing out that I can’t wait to fuck her in. At the open whirlpool to the side of the room overlooking the ocean through the big windows that line up from wall to wall. I do have to agree, the view is extraordinary. I could get used to this.
“Michael, this is breathtaking,” she says as she finally enters. Her first stop, the balcony of course. “You can see the water from right here, look at all the palm trees,” she rambles on. “And you can go right down to it from here.
These stairs take us right to the beach, son of a gun this is a place I’m never leaving, nope, you’ll have to force me,” she continues on and on. I just laugh at her.
“That’s exactly what they want,” I say as I start to unpack and find something nice to wear.
“What?” she asks as she runs her hands along the railing outside staring out onto the water.
“Nothing baby. I’m going to jump into the shower and then we’ll go out to eat, what do you say?”
I get no answer from her. She’s in her own little world. I walk out there to join her, wrap my arms around her from behind. I kiss her cheeks lightly and whisper in her ear, “I can’t wait to fuck you so hard in this bed and make you scream my name so loud the seagulls will hear you,” and I walk away before I can’t keep my hands off her and fuck her right here on the balcony. In fact, I’ll need to put that on the list of things to do here. Fuck, that girl makes even me naughty.
After my shower, I see Theresa sitting on the chairs outside reading a book.
“Ever heard of clothes, Michael?” She asks as I stand before her in only the white towel.
“What you reading? Smut?” I ask her trying to divert from me being in only a towel.
“I was trying to read, but you’re very distracting,” she laughs but not for very long.
Theresa turns pale white, gets out of her chair and runs to the bathroom. I hear her heave and throw up. Worried I go in right behind her and hold her hair as she’s leaned over the toilet.
“Oh my god, I don’t know what just happened, I must’ve eaten something bad,” she says as she’s standing up washing her face.
“Are you going to be ok?” I’m seriously worried; I don’t want her to be sick on our vacation.
She wipes her face with a towel, applies a little make up, that I had all set up for her before my shower, emptying our bags.
“All better,” she says.
I look at her confused as she leaves the bathroom.
“That bathroom is very beautiful; did you see the marbled counter? And it’s like three times the size of my apartment. Okay that might be exaggerating.” Theresa rambles on and on.
Now I’m starting to worry. She just hurled into the toilet and now she’s talking like nothing happened. Women are crazy and confusing. Addison used to get like this when she was, wait, no way. Is she pregnant? Whatever, I’m sure she’d say something. I just know Addison threw up a lot, was bitchy a lot, and it was extremely hard to keep her happy. I might have to keep an eye out on Theresa for these signs. What if she is? What would I do? Get that thought out of your head Michael, you’re here to enjoy vacation and not worry about anything else.
“So? You going to get dressed so we can go out to eat?” she asks me bringing me back to reality.
“Oh, yeah, are you feeling up to it?”
“I feel a lot better now; I don’t know what that was all about, maybe stress from the past few weeks. I’m okay though, let’s go eat. I’m hungry!”
After I get dressed and she made herself look presentable, not like she needed it, we head down our balcony stairs to the beach, there’s a little hut that offers some of the best fish on the island. I’m excited for a good fish fry, Theresa is excited to just see the ocean and watch boats. She sips on her cocktail and talks about what it would be like to live here. She’s in her own little world.
The fish arrives and after we eat and a few cocktails, we decide to sit down on the beach and watch the sunset. The white beach with our toes in the water is a picture perfect moment. Watching the orange glow of the sun go behind the waves of the ocean is a wondrous sight.
Theresa is lying in my lap, my right hand pulling through each strand of her beautiful blonde hair, my left hand gently caressing her arm. It’s a beautiful moment we share and I’m happy to have her back in my arms, where she belongs.
“Michael?”
“Yes, baby?”
“I love you, a lot! I love you more than I’ve ever loved anyone, and that scares me.”
“I love you too, darling. Don’t let it scare you. Let me love you back and make you happy with all my might.”
“What if it doesn’t work out?”
“Don’t think like that. It will work out because we work. You and I together are like a puzzle that was waiting on the last two pieces to make it whole.”
“As long as it’s a beach in the Caribbean’s,” she says confusing me.
“What?”
“The puzzle. It needs to be a beautiful sunset beach.”
I laugh at her shaking my head. “Yes, baby, it’s the beach.”
Sometimes love makes you feel young again. It’s like you’re a teenager falling in love for the first time. It feels like that with Theresa. I’m learning it all for the first time, the love, the desire, and the passion. Learning how her body works in every aspect. Learning what will make her happy and sticking with that to make sure she’s always happy. It’s making me giddy and I’m a fucking guy.
You know, if she were pregnant, it wouldn’t be the end of the world. It would bind us closer together; we’d have created a tiny little human. I love my three girls above anything; I would love this baby just as much.
“Honey? What you thinking about?” she asks me.
“You!” I palpably say.
Back in the room, I lie on the bed, my hands behind my head staring at the ceiling. The woodwork and architecture of the ceiling catches my attention. I’m intrigued and being inspired at the same time. I’m having ideas on how to work my next project and what to incorporate more often.
Theresa enters back into the room after getting herself ready for bed. Her way of making herself ready for bed has my cock twitching. She stands before me in a red lace bra and matching panties with stockings. She’s stunning. I would love nothing more than to rip them to shreds. To claim her.
“Baby, you look astonishing,” I say to her as I sit up in bed.
She walks closer to me and leans in and kisses me. Her tongue dancing with mine; our breathing becoming one. She’s whispering into me as we kiss, whispering how much she wants me. I pull back, releasing our lips.
“Stand back up, I want to see you,” I say as she leans against the wall.
“Do a little spin,” I demand.
She spins and as she’s facing me with her back, I halt her body by her hips and give her a smack on her ass. I pull the strap of panties and let them snap her back.
“What was that for?” she asks, but I ignore her.
This woman has turned me on in ways she doesn’t even realize. She’s spectacular, her body is striking, the way her cheeks work around the panties makes sweat run down my forehead.
“Fuck baby, do you realize how much you turn me on? How much I want to ravish that body and slide my cock in so deep you’ll be screaming for me to stop,”
“Never,” she whispers.
“Never what?”
“Never will I tell you to stop. Never will I want anything less from you.”
And that’s my undoing; I pull her panties and pull her body on top of my lap. I pull her hair making her neck move back. I bite her neck making her moan in ecstasy. Oh yeah, she’ll be begging for me. She’ll be wanting more and more.
“You drive me crazy, Theresa Leighton”
“You drive me crazy, Michael Walker,”
We will have to change her name soon. After hearing the concierge at the front desk refer to us as Mr. and Mrs. Walker, that’s all I can think about, making her officially mine. But first, I will make her mine in this bed. I will claim her body. I will make her feel.
I lie her down on the sheets and retrieve a blue tie out of my suitcase. Firmly tying each of her limbs to one of the bedposts. Whispering nasty little things in her ears, telling her how much I plan on making her moan. Stripping each of her clothing pieces off, inch by inch, very slowly making sure she can feel just a tip of my finger against her naked skin.
She’s sprawled out naked before me, running my fingers up and down her legs and ass, slowly circling around her special place. At her first moan of pleasure, I spank her.
Hard enough that she knows that there is more where that came from but not as hard as I can.
I start to play with her pussy, sliding the fingers of my right hand in and out while spanking her with unpredictable degrees of strength as she starts to moan.
The spanking just makes her wetter and hornier, she’s constantly moaning now. With every moan I slide in further and deeper.
“Please, baby,” she moans.
“Please what?’ I ask her.
She doesn’t say anything. I spank her again, “answer me babe, what do you want?”
Her answer came rather quickly and unexpected.
“Fuck my mouth, Michael. I want to taste you.”
Debating whether to make this about her or me, I oblige and get on my knees on the bed next to her and tease her lips with my cock. I slide my cock around the rim of her lips, literally making her beg. “More,” she continues to moan. Her head lifting up trying to get a hold of my cock with her mouth, the sight of how hard she’s trying is turning me on. I nearly combust right on her face.
“Fuck me, Baby. Hard. Please Michael.”
No woman has ever begged for my cock so badly. No one has ever wanted my cock the way she does. This isn’t the first time she’s tasted me, this isn’t the first time she’s had a grip on me with only her lips, but it’s something I could do over and over as if it’s the first time.
“Open your mouth,” I demand.
She opens wide, I can see the want and desire in her eyes. She wants this badly. I push in slowly. And she starts to swallow some of the pre-cum. She’s wrapping her lips tight around my cock, she’s making me tremble.
Listening to her moan, “that feels so fucking good, baby,” I lean into her mouth with my cock letting her suck me. She nibbles, she bites, and she hits the right spots with her teeth, grazing along my cock. She gags. And when she gags it turns me on even more.
I pull out. Delayed pleasure is often the most intense, and my intensity is still building. I stare into her eyes and lean down to kiss her. After a gentle kiss, she bites her lips, unsure of what’s to come next.
“Make love to me, Michael,” she says, tied to the bed like a good little girl.
I admire her body. She’s gorgeous, every curve, every line, every little scar is like a diamond. She’s absolutely beautiful and she’s mine.
Moving my body to place my cock inside her, I don’t give her a chance to prepare; I thrust into her hard, unexpected. She’s moaning so loud I’m sure the fish in the ocean heard it. Her hips move to an incredible speed of my thrust. I’m going in deeper and deeper with every thrust. Moaning along with her. She feels so good.
“You’re perfect for me,” she whispers.
“You’re perfect for me, baby, fuck you’re so perfect,” and we cum together, releasing as one.
I fall flat onto her stomach. My cock is still inside of her, not wanting to let go yet, I untie her hands and she’s fully content. She wraps her arms around me and we try to catch our breath.
“You don’t know how much I love you, Theresa.” I say as I kiss her nipples.
“I think I do,” she whispers.
“Come on, wake up,” I feel the bed shake.
“Michael, get up, it’s massage day,” she continues to say bouncing around the room.
“I can give you a massage,” I say as I try to open my eyes.
“I’ll take yours too, but I also want a fully back massage, and maybe a mud bath, and the green slimy stuff, whatever it’s called, come on, babe.”
Why in the world did I agree on this with her? I was never able to be talked into this spa mess before. I’ll clip my nails, shave my beard, and get my hair cut; that should be enough for that kind of crap.
“Oh you
just want another man touching you,” I say as I get up and start to get ready for a shower.
“You don’t need a shower, they will throw us in mud first and then you can take it, it’s pointless right now,” she says, “and by the way, I don’t want another man touching me, but I do want a massage that won’t turn into sex within four minutes. Admit it babe, as soon as we touch each other we’re all over each other, no massaging would get done.”
“You’re making it sound like a challenge now,” I laugh.
“Fine. I dare you to massage me for twenty minutes and not want to fuck me.”
“Only twenty minutes? What do you think of me?” I chuckle.
“Michael Walker! Ok. Then we’ll do thirty minutes,” she giggles.
“I think you’re not going higher because you’d be the one so turned on you couldn’t handle more than thirty minutes. That’s fine. I understand, I’m totally irresistible.” I say to her as I walk away with the biggest smirk.
“You’re so sure of yourself. What are we betting on anyways?”
“Good question, think of something,” I say.
“Winner has to suck the other one off,” she says rummaging through her bag.
“Seriously? We do that as it is.”
“Ok, loser has to watch winner get fucked by someone else.”
My eyes snap. Did I just hear her right?
“Excuse me? I think not,” I say strictly and she laughs.
“Get over it, I was kidding, although, it’s kind of intriguing.“
“Intriguing my ass,” I spit back. I have no interest whatsoever to fuck anyone else and the mere thought of her being fucked by someone else has me livid.
Walking over to Theresa, I grab her by her dress and pull her into my embrace, “Theresa Leighton, you are mine. You got that? No one will ever have you in any way they desire.”