Hunger

July (part 1)

The travelling time to the Maldives was long. They had a couple of layovers, and they spent quite some time in the VIP lounges of several airports. No matter where they went, people knew Harry, and reacted to him like he was royalty. He was courteous and signed autographs and recorded video greetings for flight attendants' sisters and children. In turn he, and subsequently Frankie, were treated luxuriously, and pampered throughout their flights. They had drinks, wine, lovely little dishes, snacks and were left to their own company with the crew being just a push of a button away. 

Frankie slept with her head on Harry's shoulder, and he kissed the top of her head, while he wrote lyrics, and listened to little snippets of songs he had recorded on his phone. His new album was in the making, and he was getting closer to narrowing in on the songs he would be putting on the album. He had a week planned with his writing friends after their holiday, and he would start recording straight away. 

They arrived at Velana International Airport, and were taken by private seaplane to the island, where they would be staying for two weeks. As Frankie gazed upon the Maldivian sea for the first time, her breath caught in wonder. The water was so clear and pure that it seemed unreal. It was as though a painter had taken the most vivid shades of blue and carefully blended them to create a breathtaking masterpiece. It was unlike any place she had ever been before, and while they got off the seaplane, she was unable to stop saying "Wow" repeatedly.

Harry chuckled at her, and seemed to find it extremely amusing that she was completely bowled over. He took her hand and helped her out of the plane. Frankie directly kicked her shoes off to feel the white sand underneath her feet, and she smiled as she stepped out and let her feet sink into the sea, the water greeted her skin like a lover's touch, neither too hot nor too cold.

The pilot and Harry exchanged a couple of words before the plane took off again, and Harry held out his hand to Frankie. "Want to see the house?"

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Just steps from the powdery sand, was a villa in beach-chic style, a massive sunbathing pool, an al-fresco living room and a master suite with ocean views on three sides. It was absolutely breathtaking. Frankie walked from room to room taking it all in, exclaiming with excitement and amazement on several occasions. When she came to the master suite she stopped in her tracks, staring at the view from all sides of the room. A door opened out, straight onto the beach, the shore just metres away from where they would be sleeping. She could get out of bed in the middle of the night, and step out to dip her toes in the ocean, if she felt like it. It was quite overwhelming, and Frankie felt elated at the idea of getting to spend two weeks in paradise with Harry. 

He came up behind her, and put his arms around her, taking in the view. "One could get used to this..." He chuckled. He drew in his breath and her scent. Frankie put her hands on his, gently removing them, so she could turn around and put her arms around his neck. Then she rose on her toes and kissed him, deeply and longingly. She paused to remove his t-shirt, and let him lift hers off as well. She kissed his collar bones and his chest, but he tipped her head, so he could kiss her lips again, this time more heatedly with his tongue finding hers. He fumbled with her bra, not succeeding at first, which made her giggle. He tried again, and snapped it open and pulled it off her, so he could throw it to the floor. He let his hand glide up her belly and up to cup her breast, gently rubbing her nipple. She let out a small gasp, and opened her mouth more to him.

Frankie slipped her hands down and opened the buttons on Harry's trousers, and let them fall to the floor. He returned the favor, and squatted as he drew her trousers down. He helped her step out of them, and looked cheekily up at her from his squatting position in front of her. She chuckled at him, but drew in a sharp breath, when he kissed her thighs and slowly made his way upwards. He grazed her intimate spot with his lips on top of her panties, before he grabbed them and pulled them down. Then he gently pushed her towards the bed and made her lie down. She felt the desperation rising in her, knowing that he would touch her like only he could, and only he had. He slid his hands up her thighs and parted her legs gently. Then he lowered himself down, and let his mouth find her intimate spot. Frankie let out a soft moan, as soon as his tongue brushed against her. The sensation was overwhelming, and she felt like she was going to explode into a state of ecstasy within minutes. Harry was skillfully pleasuring her until he made her come undone with a whimper. He seemed very pleased with himself when he slid up next to her. Frankie helped him get rid of his boxers, and lay very closely to him, so she could feel his arousal against her leg.