Love Unexpectedly

Chapter 17

The heat of the sun, the sway of the boat, the smell of the Mediterranean sea made my body in sanguine. I just felt so relax. I'm almost lulled into sleep when a shadow hovers over me.

"You've been here for an hour, love. As much as I like seeing you lying there in that tiny bikini I'm afraid I have to transfer you to a shade. You look like a roasted chicken ready to be eaten. And I would really like to eat you now." He murmured the latter as he picked me up from my lounge chair and walks toward a shaded area where our lunch is placed.

"What?" Though I clearly heard it I just have to ask again.

"Nothing, I said the food is ready and we should eat."

I chuckled and bit his ear playfully. He looked at me with dark eyes. "I'll eventually eat you later though but first I need to feed you. You know what they say in order to get a full meal you have to fatten your prey first."

"What? Who said that?" I giggled. "Sometimes I wonder how you even came to be a billionaire. Your philosophy sucks."

"Really? It sucks huh!" He tickled me while his mouth is on my neck. "You know I have another thing that needs sucking."

"Oh my god! You're impossible!" I act disgusted but my lower part reacted differently. I wonder how it would feel like. It never crossed my mind to go down on him. Alexander never asked or forced me to it.

He's always pleasuring me and I can't help feeling like I should return the favor. But I don't know how to do it though. What if I did a mistake? Worst, what if I accidentally bit him off? I cringed. He might throw me out of the boat if I did.

I peek at him while he's eating. Hmmm...should I just ask him? I mean, we are supposed to be in a student-teacher relationship thing but until now we haven't done any lessons yet. He did show me a few great positions and moves in bed though. Were those supposed to be considered as part of his lessons? Nonetheless, if I ask him now, would he agree to do it?

"Alexander? Can I ask you something?" I called him sweetly.

He had a very skeptical look on his face.

"Why do you always look suspicious if I ask something?"

"Well, sweetheart!" He wipes his mouth with a napkin and place it on the table. "Every time you look like that." He points to my face. "I always get into trouble."

"What look?" I asked him innocently.

"That...that look too. You've always made trouble by those looks. And it's always been I who would end up in danger when we were younger."

"That's not true."

"Huh! I don't even know why I always believe you. You're like a devil in disguise."

"Hey! I've never put you in danger!"

"Really? I don't think falling in a ten flight of stairs is not putting me in danger."

"I didn't know you were afraid of spiders. And you just stumbled from the remaining there steps."

"Still, what if I did fall from the top? I had anxiety attacks for weeks after that!"

"Still, it didn't happen!"

"What about that time you pour glue in my head?"

"You were blocking my way!"

He shakes his head. "I have to shave my hair off just to remove it!"

"That look fits you well though." I gave him a pleasing smile.