by Love Belvin
When I rolled off of her, I pulled Alexis to my chest, needing to wean from her some indefinable stability for my vulnerable state. We were scorching, skin clammy, and breaths ragged. Conducive music floated in the air, blending perfectly with the ambiance of insulated intimacy like I knew it would. I examined her relaxed eyes searching for an assessment. She didn’t release and that didn’t please me, but the moment didn’t call for my inquiry. Alexis was subdued, mind running with new discoveries. I didn’t want to tamper with that.
We lay there for a while, comforted by the touching of our bare skin. Her hand came up and her thumb traced my lips. When I glanced down at her, Alexis’ nervous eyes met mine.
“What you said earlier…” she began. My brow arched in curiosity. “When we were…you know.” Her eyes faltered.
She wasn’t quite ready to call it making love either. That comforted me. She understood our dynamic. She knew this was no ancient mystical love story such as the masses of this generation and those before it were brainwashed to believe. It was our agreement to fulfill one another’s needs as we defined in our own terms. This. This atmosphere, her body, her yielding it to meet my needs…submission is what my primary condition was in this contract. And so far, I was impressed by her goods.
I inhaled deeply, recalling the rapture of pleasure I’d been caught in to produce that decree. “No waters have been deeper and none have been sweeter than those between your cacao legs.”
Alexis sucked in a breath. “What language was that in?”
“Indonesian…Bahasa Indonesian.”
“Is that where we are?”
“We’re in Kamigu, a private island. Bahasa Indonesian is a blended language for the country. The people speak over seven hundred languages, but Bahasa is the official one.” I shrugged. “It’s the one I learned.”
She took a moment to chew on that. “Is that the one you spoke to everyone today?”
Her eyes were soft, she was relaxed, physically comfortable, but her mind was going.
“Mostly, yes.”
Alexis quieted again. Then she murmured, “That was…beautiful.”
“What?”
“What you said about my legs.” She couldn’t look at me when uttering that admission.
I would have to work on her confidence. It could be a powerful tool. If wielded recklessly, she could exert undue harm to my solid resolve. I would tweak it to be just right to keep me enticed.
I kissed her softly on the forehead and whispered in her ear. “It was more or less about your sensual treasure rather than your legs. But those drive me wild, too.”
She gasped just subtly again, eyes wide, befuddled. I shifted my head to look beyond her into the evening air. The sun would be setting soon. I wondered if Alexis would appreciate experiencing that in my arms or if she would rather do so with me inside her. Before I could ask, her index finger curved around my jaw then dipped to my pecs where she inspected every inch of them before moving down to my abs. That’s when my groin stimulated and my dick jutted to attention.
I murmured. “Beloved, you’re prodding me.”
And it delighted me. I couldn’t share just how much, careful at managing her perceptions.
Alexis bit her bottom lip, her long thick lashes fanned her cheeks, feigning modesty. Without preamble I scrambled down the mattress and tossed her left thigh over my shoulder, burying my face in her valley and ate her with the intensity I felt from her not responding to me the way I needed her to earlier. In seconds, her hands clasped my head and she pushed her sex into my face the way, I’d come to realize, she did before needed it as an anchor when she exploded in my mouth.
I took her again, the second time more aggressively, awakening my less tamed alter ego. She was extra lubricated from my essence escaping her canal. I bucked into her with wild abandon being sure to reach her deepest depths, could feel her excitement by the pressured pinches on my back and glutes, and when she pushed the top of her head into the mattress, exposing her long neck that drove me wild. We rocked for a time. This round I could take my time and enjoy her. We escaped time and lost ourselves in each other, depleting the small reserve of energy we’d had after such a long week.
When I was through, Alexis wobbled to the bathroom to clean herself and I forced myself out of the bed to check on our dinner. Only when I neared the phone, could I sense an object through the glass door. I slid the door open to find a white clothed cart loaded with food. I guessed Ida recalled my request. I glanced down the ramp and caught her long ringlets swaying over her rear as she scuttled away. Shaking my head at the close call of her seeing me naked, hoped it was a quick drop off and run. Then it dawned on me; I’d never closed the curtains. Our entire villa was open to the air. It’s what made the architecture of this property so attractive.
As I lowered the music, the possibilities of what Natalia could have seen flooded in. That was until cacao legs appeared in my peripheral. A bare Alexis was a hazardous sight. For any man. That last thought needled me. I padded over to her and pulled her into my arms.
“Dinner, and then more of you,” I whispered into her neck.
I could hear her suck in a breath and then her arms rounded my back, in acquiescence. I fed Alexis in bed, not wanting her anywhere else. I took her once more, lazily yet still enthusiastic about my gift of her, before hurling into a deep sleep of exhaustion just after the sun set.
Lex
I lunged from my sleep. Dazed, I turned to examine my surroundings. I was alone. Memories started rushing in my mind. Images. Muscles. Broad back. Hard ass. Sweat. Harsh breathing. Coming out of my damn mind!
How much of that was a dream? Certainly Ezra couldn’t’ve delivered all that. No way he could fuck like Mr. Marcus—hell, better than what I could gather from those damn videos! I brushed my face with my hands. Then I recalled how he drove me into oblivion on the plane. My mind fuzzed from the draining preparations of the wedding, the long and magical day, the extended and intriguing flight, and then finally being in a different time zone here in Indonesia. I felt off kilter, unable to decipher dreams from reality. But I could damn sure feel my bladder.
I shifted to move and felt slickness between my legs. When I examined it closely, it hit me. It was reality. Ezra woke me in the middle of the night at some point with his tongue caressing my neck. I was hardly awake when he entered me from behind while I lay on my side. The distinct and delicious pressure of him inside me fully roused me and before I knew it, I was clawing the sheets, enduring his belly stirring lunges—
I jumped from the bed and leaped over to the main area of the suite where he played his iPod, hoping it was still there. It was. I tapped until I saw the name of the album that crooned for hours last night, so long the lyrics and melodies were imbedded in my brain.
“Alisa Baraz and Galimatias,” I murmured, sure I’d screwed up that last name.
Never heard of them.
Yet, I would never forget them either. They were a part of this turn-of-the corner as it concerned my sexuality. I gazed off in the distance in heavy thought. I’d never experienced the all-consuming impressions I had when he was inside of me. I didn’t know sex could be so good. It felt…so good, it scared the shit out of me. I wanted more each time he rested, lay to rest. And when he’d come in me. Oh, my fucking goodness! It was so hard that I could feel a string of pleasure in my own core. But it purely emanated from him. I knew what an orgasm felt like and understood that wasn’t what I’d had. The way he’d look at me with strained eyes as he came inside of me. That was another first. I’d never had a man to come in me. That shit was a no-no with me. But with Ezra… When he exploded in me, it felt like he wanted me there in the moment with him, sharing his flight. That experience was a level of intimacy never known to me.
I skipped into the bathroom when my bladder threatened again. As I showered, those lewd images of the preacher all over me, in me kept reeling. Only he wasn’t a damn preacher; he was a porn star. The way he’d lick his teeth or j
ust bite down on his protruding tongue while pounding into me.
Damn…
I felt a jolt of sensation just thinking about it.
When I left the shower there was still no sign of Ezra, so I decided to slip on a bikini and a cover up and head over to the restaurant. As I walked the small village-like resort, I was just as impressed as I was the day before. I didn’t think I’d like an island vacation, being afraid of deep water. The perfectly green palm trees, the silver soil that was mixed with sand. It reminded me that I wanted to hit the beach today. My tongue hung from my mouth when Yanti showed me the water yesterday. And after, when she showed me the King’s Hut, I’d finally met heaven on earth. It was a split level structure that was made up of mostly glass. Much of the glass was retractable to allow the island breeze and ambiance into the room. It was clear to me that Ezra had gone all out for this occasion. I thought the wedding was over the top, this island was beyond extravagant.
I made it into the small restaurant and was met by Ida. Her English was stilted, but she could say my name and was good with pleasantries and basic communications.
“Lex, good morning.”
She briskly motioned for me to sit at a particular table. I realized her aggressive gestures were to compensate for her communication deficiencies with tourists. Yanti mentioned they were booked at least a year in advance, year-round with the exception of two weeks to preserve the culture of the natives. It made me wonder how Ezra was able to pull off a reservation at such short notice. We’d only been engaged a month.
“Mr. Carmichael out on run, huhn?” Ida more or less offered than asked.
The mere mention of his name had my belly furling and those lewd images rotating again. I couldn’t help my damn grin. So that’s what freaky preachers do after fucking the brains out of their wives? How did he have the stamina to get up this morning to run?
Shaking the thoughts from my head, I ordered my food, grateful for the American cuisine options, things I could recognize. I used the wait time to go onto Facebook. Right away, I saw that I had at least thirty more friend requests since the last time I checked. All of which I ignored and moved on to see the usual humdrum on my timeline. That was until I saw Nyree’s latest post.
Now that that’s over… I’m inspired to continue with the plans of my REAL wedding.
My first thought was to laugh. I knew she had issues with my pop up engagement and then wedding, but then I thought of the slickness in making those concerns public. I knew my girlfriend was fiery…and bratty…and very opinionated, but I also felt we’d had a bond after ten years of friendship. And to be honest, suddenly my overnight affair with Ezra didn’t seem so sterile. When I glanced around the elegant room of the restaurant and considered the sprawling landscape of the island… And okay, the way we connected yesterday into last night, Ezra seemed more familiar. I decided to shrug it off. Ny would be Ny. I’ve always known her thorny ways, even if they’d been pricking me more often lately.
When my food was delivered, I wondered where Yanti was today. That girl was a real hoot! But then I recalled her mentioning her studies off the island that carried an early commute on a boat to Bali. Yanti was young, bright and vibrant. I can’t forget to note: impressionable. Even at her tender age, she had big dreams of obtaining a degree in hospitality/hotel management and traveling the world as she did it. But what was most impressive was her desire to bring that knowledge and expertise back to her homeland and use it here at the resort. Needless to say, we hit it off very well. I didn’t think I had much of a choice in the matter. Yanti was just that infectious with her fascination with pop culture… more specifically, African American culture.
After filling my belly I felt better, but not quite myself. Ida mentioned jetlag. I decided to fight against it while I enjoyed the land. I lathered up in sunscreen and headed out. The majestic beach was bare. No one out there taking in the cool clear-blue water, sun, or white sand. Yanti explained yesterday that the island was known for its privacy and exclusivity. She said for the next two weeks, the entire staff’s focus would be on Ezra and me. While I stretched out on a towel, that made me question the cost of all of this.
“Penny for your thoughts.”
My back leaped from the ground, nearly knocking my shades clear off.
“Shit, Ezra!” I clutched my chest.
He was sweaty and…bulky, clearly having just finished a workout of some sort. My mouth dropped at the additional images of his sexy ass that I would bank with the rest.
“Your mouth, Alexis,” he cautioned with unusual composure.
There was something different about Ezra. A new glint in his chocolate pools. It was part mischievous and part amused. I sucked in my lips, feeling the sting of his mild rebuke. He hadn’t done anything offensive and I’d yelled at him.
“Sorry.” I rolled my eyes, more annoyed with myself.
“Did you have breakfast?” he asked squatting.
I nodded. “I see you haven’t. You got up before the sun.”
“Ida made me a protein shake,” he answered indirectly. “Did you sleep well?” His eyes narrowed, piercing into me.
“I’m so disoriented, I don’t know if I slept naturally or was drugged.” I glanced out into the water. “It’s so bad, I can’t separate reality from a vivid dream.”
His finger pulled my chin to face him. “If you mean us, and what we did, I can assure you every moment was real.”
“How would you know? I haven’t detailed the visions,” I sassed.
“We can easily create news ones.”
My eyes grew big. What the hell?
Ezra chuckled as he toed off his sneakers and peeled off his socks. He paced gracefully to the water, wading in slowly until he dived in, fully submerging. He was down so long I jumped to my feet, frantically scouring the beach for a life guard. My heart began to pound as I took a step toward the water, not knowing what in the hell I was going to do. I couldn’t swim, was deathly afraid of the water.
Ezra reemerged like a fucking model at a beach photo shoot. His body’s unreal… He dived in again and began paddling his way toward shore, moving effortlessly until he could stand. He approached me with outstretched arms.
“Come for a swim with me,” he murmured, and I noticed his eyes wandering to my bare waist and down to my hips.
I shook my head with an unequivocal no. Ezra’s face tightened.
“What do you mean, no? The water is perfectly warm.”
Still unable to stop shaking my head, I warned, “You don’t want me in the water with you. If you take me in too deep, I’m liable to drown you from panic.”
I knew this from experience. I almost killed a friend from high school in a lake. I damn sure wasn’t going in an ocean.
His expression softened with understanding. “Okay, then I won’t take you far.” He bargained. “You can tell me when to stop.”
I didn’t answer right away, not sold on the idea.
“Oh, c’mon, Alexis. It wouldn’t be beneficial to me to kill my wife on our honeymoon. We’ve not surpassed the date when I can inherit your fortune,” he jibed.
“What fortune?”
“Mine. You’re my fortune.” He stood inches from me now, almost blocking the sun.
He kissed me. It started off slow, sweet. He traced my lips with his tongue then pecked me gently. The moment the fragrance of his breath hit me, I hungered for more. In no time, I relished the taste of Ezra mixed with the salt from the ocean. I felt him pull me to walk. It’s just that I didn’t realize we were moving toward the water until I felt the cool liquid on my toes. When I pulled away, Ezra cupped my ass.
“Please. I have no desire to scare or rattle you. I just want to be in the water with my very alluring wife. I want to feel your skin on me in here.” I couldn’t speak to answer. “Here.” He perked with an idea, and took a few steps into the water until it came to his calf muscles, and sat. “We won’t go any further than here.” He extended his hand to me.
That isn’t too bad.
I stepped in farther, splashing until the water met my calves and squatted.
“No,” he uttered, and pulled me to him. “Here.” He grabbed my leg to motion for me to straddle him. “There,” he sighed, his hand at the small of my back. “Not too bad, right?”
I glanced around, assessing my condition. The water was up to my waist. I could scramble my way out if met by a wave.
“You didn’t tell me you had a water phobia,” he murmured sweetly.
“It’s not a phobia. I do wash.”
Ezra chuckled. “Of course you, do. But I think you know what I mean is I wasn’t aware of your fear of recreational water. We can get you lessons.”
“No thanks,” I replied drily. I could feel his hands rounding my hips in the water.
“I think you should reconsider that decision, beloved,” he all but purred and I quietly exhaled from the torture of his proximity, flashes of last night pouring in now that I was sitting on the hardness of him. Everywhere. “I enjoy swimming”—he kissed my lips—“in pools”—he bit my chin—“in you. Can I swim inside of you now?”
My eyes scanned the area around us with full on anxiety.
“Here?” His muted answer was in the unusual softness around his slanted eyes, his curly eyelashes nearly meeting. “But anyone can see us.”
“No one is around. The beach—several designated areas of the island are all reserved for just the duration of our stay.”
He nibbled on my neck and all I could feel were his lips and tongue and hear the push of the air against the water. I grabbed his shoulders.
“That can’t be true. You mean if you were to drown out here, no one would be around to save you?” I tried for humor, though I was falling into a sea of arousal by the second.
“Oh, baby,” he growled. I could feel him growing beneath me. “The only place I’m drowning is deep in your recesses.”
He yanked a string from the top of my bikini. My breasts totally exposed as he reclined my upper body to capture one in his mouth. The melodies of Alina Baraz creeping in my mind again.