by K E Osborn
We walk up the stairs into the master bedroom. The floor is carpeted in a soft blue color, with a monster, king-sized four-poster bed with a white net canopy draped over the top. All the windows have white shutters, which open to a view of the sea.
We walk downstairs to the sofa area. There's a huge double glass sliding door that opens to a deck that has a table and chairs.
"This place is fantastic."
"I know. I did good, right?"
"You did very well." He pulls me into an embrace and kisses me softly.
"We should have dinner before it gets cold."
I walk over to the cupboards and search for plates to serve our soggy burgers and fries. We eat our dinner on the deck. It's a beautiful night. The sound of waves crashing against the shore is calming and washes away the past few weeks of drama.
"It was a great idea to get away this weekend. Thank you for the gift."
"I'm glad you like it. This place is so relaxing. I can see ourselves spending the whole time on the beach reading."
"If I have anything to do with it, we'll be up in that bedroom, not reading." He raises his eyebrows.
I giggle, and we finish eating. We take our plates inside, and he takes our luggage upstairs to the main bedroom. He comes back down with something in his hand.
"What have you got there, Mr. O'Connell?"
"It's a surprise." He holds out his hand, which contains a black piece of silky material. I look at him strangely.
"It's what you packed. I just found it." He hands me the silky material. I take it from him and it unravels into a very small, very see-through negligee.
I grin at him.
"I think you should put that on right now, baby."
I dry my wet hands with a tea towel and proceed to take off my jeans, followed by my top. He moves in closer while I stand there in my underwear. He pulls me close, moving his hands to my back to undo my bra; it falls to the floor, freeing my breasts. His eyebrow rises as I kick my jeans across the floor. He slides the negligee over my head. Slowly his eyes slide down taking in the curves of my body.
"Jenifer Taylor, you're an amazingly beautiful woman." He runs his hands down my body sensuously. I lean in to kiss him, but before I reach him, he picks me up and whisks me up stairs to the bedroom. He lays me softly onto the bed and quickly slides off his shirt and shorts. Then he lies naked on the bed next to me. I take off my panties, and as I go to take off my negligee, he stops me.
"Leave that on." He moves on top of me and kisses me feverishly. His hands run along my body, heating me with every touch, his mouth on my lips as his tongue wildly caresses mine. He places his large erection at my entrance, and without any foreplay, he thrusts inside me. I moan loudly, as I'm so tight. He starts to slowly move within me.
"Oh, Jeni," he murmurs then he kisses my neck slowly. He pushes farther and farther into me until he's completely buried inside me. I moan when he kisses me passionately. He slowly moves back out and back in again, and I feel myself loosening with his thrusts. My hands tighten around his bare back and he starts to move faster, letting me become acclimatized to his size. My hands move to fist in his hair. His lips push against mine as he takes my bottom lip in between his teeth, biting it softly. I quiver with want as he moves quicker, taking his lips to my neck, kissing and sucking. He brings his lips back to mine, kissing me forcefully.
"Oh, Jeni," he moans again and he starts to move faster and faster in me. He moves his hand to intertwine with mine above my head, and instantly, I feel it. The heat rises, and my back arches as he thrusts into me deeply.
"Oh, Aiden." My breathing hitches as the moment of pleasure hangs on a precipice, and he thrusts again, moving in me so that it sends me over the edge into a climax.
"Ah," I moan and dig my nails into his back. My other hand tightens in his grasp. He continues his rhythm, pushing into me hard, and then his breathing stops, and he scrunches his face in that delicious way. He moans and unloads himself into me.
"Ooh," he calls out loudly. His body relaxes, and his weight presses down on me. He moves his lips back to mine and kisses me tenderly.
He pulls out of me. Now, that was a quick fuck but a great one.
He abruptly leans over, placing all his weight on me as he reaches down over the edge of the bed searching for something. I laugh at him, while he continues his search. He looks up, one eye squints; his tongue slightly poking out of his mouth, concentrating on his quest to find the elusive object. It makes me laugh harder.
"What are you doing, you big goof?"
He looks at me and smirks. "You'll be tickled pink when I find them," he says continuing his search. He's leaning completely over me as he moves his head lower so he can see under the bed.
I shake my head and rest it back on the soft feather pillow.
"Ah, found them." Moving his weight from me, he sits up. There's a sparkle in his eye and he has the biggest smirk on his face. Whatever he's hiding behind his back, he's very excited about it. I roll my eyes and play along with his game. I sit up on the bed in front of him.
"So, what you got there stud?" I say making him chuckle.
"Well, I want you to keep an open mind okay?" he asks making me pay full attention.
"Okaaaay?" I say, becoming more curious.
"When I was in prison, I'd think about you constantly and I had a fantasy playing through my mind, over and over again."
I let out a light giggle. "I see. Well if you want me to have a threesome with you and Bubba from cell block nine, you're in for some serious disappointment babe."
He laughs and shakes his head. "No, although that is very tempting."
I smack him on the chest making him chuckle.
"I thought maybe I could be the prisoner and you the warden?"
I laugh a bellowing belly laugh as he brings his hand to the front, and dangling from his pointer finger is a pair of fluffy pink handcuffs with sparkling bling locks.
"Well someone has been a very naughty boy," I say snatching the handcuffs from him.
He tries to contain his smile, while I take his wrist and place the cuff around it snapping it shut.
"Now prisoner O'Connell, do you have anything you'd like to say before I carry out your punishment for being so very, very bad?" I say tying to act seductively strict.
He shakes his head and frowns. "No ma'am, but I've been very naughty, and I'll take any punishment you see fit." He holds his arms out so I can snap the other cuff on his free wrist. I push him backwards so he's lying with his head at the foot of the bed. His smirk grows wide as I move on top of him, straddling either side his hips. I instantly feel him growing again beneath me, and I know we're in for a fun night.
***
I feel slightly sore from last night; he was in such a playful mood. Not that I'm complaining though. I get up out of the bed and make my way to the luggage. I search for my white bikini, and finally after finding it, I slip it on and leave Aiden fast asleep in bed. I grab a towel on the way and head to the beach. The sand feels hot under my feet, but it's bearable. I lay my towel out on the sand and head straight for the bright blue ocean. I put my toes in to test the water. It's nice and warm, so I ease in a little farther until I'm in the water up to my waist. I stand staring, staring out into the vastness of gentle waving blue liquid, feeling completely calm and relaxed.
I dunk my head under the water and head out farther into the deep endless sea. I swim out, but not far and turn over to float on the top of the water, lying on my back. My eyes are shut, and I'm so relaxed. Nothing could be better than this moment in time. Splash. Suddenly I feel water splashing over me. I quickly look up to see its Aiden, and he looks happy.
"Having a nice morning swim?" He swims up to me and takes hold of my waist, pulling us chest to chest.
"Yep. I was relaxing until you came along."
"I think I know a way to make you even more relaxed." He moves his hand to my bikini bottoms. I look at him in surprise.
"In the sea?"
He kisses me sensually, slowly rubbing my clitoris. My head falls back as I moan; he kisses my neck, gently sucking on my skin then he puts two fingers inside me. I moan again as he moves his fingers in and out, pressing my clitoris with his thumb. I tighten my grip in his hair while his fingers move in and out, rotating as he goes. I feel instantly ready for him.
"Take me," I whisper to him as my breathing quickens. He moves his hand down to the front of his board shorts and pulls out his large length. He lifts me, and I wrap my legs around his waist effortlessly in the weightlessness of the clear water. He positions himself in front of me; his breathing is now as erratic as mine. He pushes inside, filling me totally, stretching me. I moan loudly while he holds on to my ass, moving me back and forth on him. The sting of pleasure engulfs us.
I've never done anything like this before. Never in the ocean. It feels invigorating to have the water surrounding me as we make love. The waves crash on my back, making my nerve endings tingle intensely as he continually thrusts inside me. He buries his face into my neck, moaning with pleasure.
"Oh, Jeni." His words are muffled in my neck. He thrusts into me deeply while his fingers grip tightly into my ass. Our breathing quickens as the pleasure takes hold. I feel like I'm spinning, the heat rising within me and the sting of pleasure within my grasp. My breathing hitches as my back arches.
"Oh, Aiden," I say climaxing around him, but he doesn't slow his tempo. He keeps the same rhythm as before my orgasm, making it so intense it's painfully good.
"Ah," I moan when he moves me back and forth. My breathing is still erratic and has not subsided from my last climax. The heat starts to engulf me again. I tighten my legs around his waist and stiffen as he starts to stagger. His face scrunches in that delicious way.
"Aiden," I moan loudly then he nips my shoulder with his teeth. I gasp at the feeling as he takes control of me. He thrusts into me faster and harder as waves crash on my back. My breathing is beyond erratic. This time I climax at the same time he does, my head falling to his bare shoulder.
"Ooh, Jeni," he moans unloading into me. He pumps a few times with the pleasure. Eventually we both relax our grip on each other. Now I really feel as though I'm floating. He holds me in the water, my head resting on his shoulder, holding on to me gently while we both float in the ocean.
***
The rest of our weekend is spent this way, with each other, in each other, in various places around the beach, cottage, in the ocean, on the sand, anywhere the mood struck us, which was often. I lie on my towel in my bikini reading a book, soaking up the last of the sun's rays before we have to pack up and head back to reality. Back to stressful work, stressful Josie, stressful Alistair and basically back to stress. He walks up to me wearing his board shorts and a pair of aviator sunglasses.
"You're starting to burn, baby." He stands in front of me shadowing me from the sun. I look down at my arms and see the slight red tinge; I sigh and stand up, grabbing my towel as I go.
"Do we have to go back? Can't you buy this place, and we can live here forever, making love in the ocean and in the bedroom and in the living room ..."
"Maybe one day, but for now, work takes priority. Sorry." He leans down and kisses me.
I pout my bottom lip. "Oh pretty, pretty please, can't we stay here?"
He bites my bottom pouted lip then kisses it.
"Hmm, more of that please," I say as he leans me down, ready for a Hollywood-style kiss. He bends and kisses me strongly then pulls me back up straight. I giggle and kiss him again, putting my index finger down his board shorts as one of my legs flicks up in the air while we kiss on the secluded beach.
Eventually we have to leave to head back to civilization. I get changed into something a bit less revealing and pack our luggage. Aiden takes it to the car, we do a quick tidy-up of the cottage, and we're off, back to the city.
***
The days are slowly fading into each other, with no more threats or pranks being played on us since Aiden changed the pass code on the control panel in the elevator. The world is returning to normal. Alistair is back at work, but he's having all his meetings out of the office, at restaurants and such places. In other words, work is great. It's pretty much Brielle, Aiden, and me having fun but still getting our work done on time. Josie seems to have stopped her persistent games, but she still insists on saying hi and goodbye every day to my boyfriend, which is annoying.
Another working day ends. Brielle is still living at Blair's, and Alistair is looking after himself, sort of. He's getting thinner and obviously isn't eating right. I might suggest to Aiden that he hire a chef so he gets something better to eat than whisky and pretzels every night. Aiden comes out of his office and walks over to me.
"You ready to go, gorgeous?"
"Ready when you are," I say as Brielle walks with us to the elevator.
We start to walk through the main foyer and Josie calls out, "Good evening, Mr. O'Connell."
I turn to look at her but keep walking and trip on that same pesky tile that I tripped on before. My bag goes flying, and its contents spread across the main lobby.
"Jeez, Jeni, are you okay?" He helps me up as I look down at my grazed knees.
"Yeah, just a bruised ego again." I notice Josie walking around, picking up my things off the floor.
"Oh no, you don't," Brielle calls out when we both see Josie with the swipe card in her hand. Brielle takes it from her and continues to pick up the rest of my things.
"Thanks, Bree."
Josie heads back to her desk and doesn't say anything. Aiden looks at her suspiciously then he bends down and goes to lift me.
"That's not necessary."
"I don't care. You're hurt, and I'm going to carry you."
I shake my head and concede. The entire foyer full of people look at me as Aiden carries me out of the doors and down the stairs to the parking garage. Brielle follows with my handbag.
"Oh my, what's happened here? Miss Taylor, are you alright?" Mike calls out, rushing to get the door open.
"I'm fine, thanks, Mike, just a couple of scratched knees and an overprotective boyfriend."
He puts me down and helps me into the car.
Brielle hands me my handbag. "Make sure everything is in there."
"Thanks, Bree." She hugs Aiden then walks to her new car. It's a Porsche Boxter convertible in a gold color. Very sporty and very her.
We pull up in the parking garage. Aiden, being his overprotective self, carries me from the parking garage into our apartment, placing me on the sofa.
"Now you stay here while I get something to clean up your knees." I nod and turn on the TV. The news is on; I sit back and I'm watching the weekly weather forecast as Aiden walks back in.
"Jeni, we're all out of antiseptic ointment. I'm going to go to the drug store to buy some. Relax until I get back, and I'll have you fixed up in no time."
"You don't have to do that. I'll be — "
"I'll be back soon," he interrupts, pushing the button for the elevator.
I shake my head, and as soon as he's gone, I get off the sofa and take my iPod off the table and put the earphones in my ears. I turn the music up loudly and walk to the kitchen to make something for dinner. I pull out some pans, and I add a little oil to one and turn on the heat, figuring I'll cook crumbed chicken tonight.
I put the two crumbed chicken breasts into the pan and wash my fingers from the goo that's on them, dancing along to the music playing loudly in my ears.
The chicken is practically cooked, so I take them out and set them on some paper towels to drain, making sure to turn off the stove before I decide to go and get changed. I walk through the living room to the bedroom and change into a little negligee. The music is still blaring in my ears as I dance along in the bedroom. I make my way out to the living room, where I see the elevato
r doors closing. I think Aiden must be home. The fire alarm starts to wail as I see smoke on my way back to the kitchen. I turn the corner and see the pan of oil has caught fire, and the flames are billowing up the wall to the ceiling. I pause, as Aiden is nowhere to be seen. Smoke fills the room quickly as I pull the earphones from my ears. I run to the fire extinguisher, pull the latch, and squirt it onto the fire. The flames are quickly extinguished, but I cough with the smoke. The elevator chimes, and Aiden walks in.
"What the hell?" He walks in and drops the antiseptic cream on the floor as smoke floods from the kitchen into the living area. "Jeni?" he yells, sounding panic stricken.
"I'm in here," I call out, coughing through the smoke.
He rushes to my side, pulling me tightly to him. He looks all over my body, checking for burns, and hugs me tightly. "Oh my god, Jeni, what happened?" He starts fanning the smoke away from our faces while I cough. "C'mon, let's get you some fresh air." He takes my hand, walks me over to the balcony and then opens the door for the smoke to evacuate. He rubs my back as I cough some more.
"I turned the stove off. I know I did."
He picks up his phone and calls Mike. "Baby, don't worry about that as long as you're safe." He kisses my forehead. "Yes, Mike, we've had a bit of a fire up here and— Yes, yes we're fine, but could you come up and have a look at the damage for me while I take Jeni to the hospital?"
I look at him and shake my head. "I don't need to go to hospital." I start coughing, he gives me a stern look and I back down straight away, admitting defeat.
Mike arrives. "Mr. O'Connell, Miss Taylor?" Mike calls out.
"On the balcony, Mike."
I look down at what I'm wearing. It's a skimpy black negligee; luckily it isn't a see-through one. I try to hide myself when Mike comes out on to the balcony.
"Are you both alright?" Mike asks, frowning and looking us both up and down checking for injuries.
"Jeni might have smoke inhalation; I'm taking her to the hospital. Can you stay here till we get back?"