A Beautiful Instrument

61: How is This Even Possible?

The next few days were spent soaking in the sun and making love by moonlight. On our last morning at the resort, I wake up to an empty bed. I take care of my morning routine and pad out to find Jeremy on the private terrace.

"What are you reading?" I ask after admiring him for a moment.

"A love story." He responds.

"Oh yeah? Come tell me about it." I beckon. Jeremy's lips curl into a smile. He sits in one of the chaise lounge chairs, and invites me to sit between his legs. I settle in, lean back against his bare chest, and shiver as he runs his hands down my arms, settling them in my lap.

His voice is in my ear. "Once upon a time..." He proceeds to tell me the story of a guy who had turned himself off to love until he was enchanted by the music of an angel. He continues, telling our story with allegorical flare. I laugh and blush.

As he finishes, I turn my head and look up at him. "Does this story have a happy ending?"

"No..." He stares intensely into my eyes. I tilt my head up as he angles his face down to meet my lips. The kiss is sweet, but I want more. I snake my hand up to grip the back of his neck and his lips part, permitting my tongue to slip over his lips and against his. He pulls back slightly, licking his lips where mine just were and savoring the taste. "This story is just beginning and doesn't end for the foreseeable future."

I turn so I can face him and direct his lips back to mine. He meets me with passion and vigor, his arms securing me tightly against him. I pull away, breathless. "We never took full advantage of having our own pool."

He gets a wicked smile as he realizes what I am suggesting. I stand up and remove the shirt I had borrowed from him. I stand in nothing but my panties. He grips my waist and kisses my hips all the while starting to push my panties down and off. He pulls me against his mouth, kissing my mound and teasing a finger between the folds and then licking my wetness off his fingertips. "Delicious."

As much as I want him to continue, I have a competing need to undress him. I step back and pull him into a standing position. I push his open shirt back off his shoulders, gliding my fingertips along the muscles of his arms while my lips follow the lines of his chest.

His fingers weave through my hair and he brings my face up to his again, crashing his lips into mine. My fingers nimbly open the button and fly of his shorts and he assists in removing the bottom half of his clothing. Our bodies, sun-kissed and naked, mingle while we kiss and drift towards the pool.

Jeremy enters first, offering me his hand like a gentleman, but I see the devilish glint in his eyes a moment too late. He grips me close and plunges us underwater together. We break the surface, laughing. We find each other again and as he heads into the deeper end. I wrap my legs around him. His hardness rubs against my wanting middle. He keeps us afloat for a few minutes, but our closeness and the fire in his eyes suggests we aren't doing this for too long.

He perches himself along the edge of the pool and lifts me out of the water ever so slightly so he can ravish my breasts. As he does this I pump my hand slowly along his length. We hold eye contact as I lower myself down onto him. I grip the edge of the pool as he starts to thrust in and out of me.

The weightlessness of being in the water and the small waves we're creating with our movements make the experience unique. Jeremy reaches down and starts teasing my clit. I throw my head back to moan and his lips find my throat. I cum quickly, but he keeps thrusting for awhile before he too climaxes.

We bob in the pool for a bit afterwards, lazily kissing and muttering loving affirmations to one another. Eventually, we get out, shower, and head down to the café for our last meal in paradise. It's perfect.