Dark Getaway

To Be Alone

A feather like touch trailing down my spine, stopping precariously above my arse, then ever so slowly tracing its way back up to the nape of my neck, finally brought me out of my heavy slumber. Soft gentle lips with a contrasting roughness of Corin's stubble, touched the skin just under my ear. "Good morning, ma belle." The low, deep rumble of his voice sent pulses of pleasure racing down to my womanhood.

 

Turning over I stretched my aching limbs against his warm body, brushing my toes with his. Smiling like a mad woman I managed a husky, "Good morning," realising I must sound like a frog, I spoke again. "Good morning to you too. What shall we do today?" Yawning between my greeting and question. Tracing his chest with my fingers, I snuggled in closer, realising that we were no longer outside in the hammock, but tucked under the fine sheets back inside our amazing bedroom and that Corin must have carried me in.  Those thoughts soon left me as Corin announced, "I'd very much like to get you wet." That mischievous grin appeared, ".....swimming, I've never been to the beach before, so would like to take you there."  

 

"You are so bad." I pulled back, shaking my head, trying to look shocked.  Sliding out of bed he turned to me, "Deliciously bad."  With a wink he sauntered off to the bathroom, leaving me feeling like I needed a cold shower.

 

Slinging the bag of towels, sunscreen and some bottled water, I had packed only moments ago, over his shoulder, we made our way to a small section of beach, not too far away. "So, what do you think?" Having removed our shoes and setting our things down. "Is it everything you thought it would be?"

 

"Chéri," picking me up and swinging me around in a circle, "Chéri, it is everything and more, I love the ocean but do not get to experience it often enough," his face fell at the thought, but just as quickly he continued, "But here, this, this is simply extraordinary."  

 

"I know exactly what you mean, places like this truly exist, it's like stepping into a fantasy." It was true, I felt like I could wake up at any moment and all of this would disappear. That single thought had me turn away to arrange the towels, so he wouldn't see the unhappiness on my face.  "Don't pout sweet girl. This is real, believe me." Taking my chin between his fingers he tilted my head to face him, speaking earnestly," Now come on let's go play." With a swift tap to my bottom he turned and removed his cargo shorts and shirt, I had convinced him to wear something cooler. At 10.30, even in February the temperature had climbed to 29°C.

 

Standing in only the pair of swimming shorts, we'd bought at the airport, I hadn't realised he was talking, my eyes seeing only his gorgeous body. "...........so hard you'll be begging me to stop."  I was bought out of my trance at his naughty words "Sorry what?"

 

"Do you see something you desire? You need only ask, Darling." With that he strode to the small dock and dove gracefully into the lucid blue waters of the Caribbean. Stripping off my denim shorts and vest, I was intent on taking him up on his offer. Reaching for a bobble and gathering my hair into a messy bun, I strutted my way into the shallows of the water, doing my best to imitate Ursula Andrew's in the famous Dr. No Bond movie, knowing I had his attention in my yellow 2 piece bikini. With my naturally tan skin and dark hair it really stood out. Thank you Topshop.

 

It was Corin's turn to be rendered speechless, his eyes roved up and down my body, lingering  on the material covering the apex of my thighs, before returning to my questioning gaze. "I believe somewhere around here there may be something.... you desire Your Majesty, all you need do is take it," using the words he spoken earlier, teasing him with his title.