"Top up?"
I open one eye as i hear Garys voice sounding from somewhere above my head and squint into the blinding light of the African sun. My vision adjusts, enabling me to gaze upon my husband who is standing over me as i lie on the plush sun-lounger, half under the vast spanning parasol and half directly under the suns burning glare. In his hands, Gary holds a glass that had held my cocktail, blended from exotic fruits and lemonade being as i had reluctantly declined a tipple of rum. I stretch languidly, enjoying having absolute no where to be, as well as the heat of the sun easing my sex-sore muscles,
"Ill just have water thanks."
"You sure?" Garys eyebrow dips before raising again and accompanying his question. I nod, a sleepy yet no doubt ridiculously goofy smile plastered across my face. Lifting my left arm, i hook my fingers into Garys balled fist in a limp sort of fashion, but he acknowledges the invitation none the less and perches on the end of my sun-lounger, placing our glasses down on the floor.
"Are you okay babe?" He turns his body to face me, bare torso blocking the sunlight from my face so much so that i lift a hand to push my sunglasses back into my hair.
I nod with a yawn, feeling worn to the bone despite the fact that all we have done for the last six days is eat, sleep and fuck.
I nod with a yawn, feeling worn to the bone despite the fact that all we have done for the last six days is eat, sleep and fuck.
Gary gifts me his own sleepy smile then, leaning forward to steal a swift kiss from my lips, he runs his hand second naturedly against the side of the ever-expanding swell of my stomach.
I watch him for a while then, not being able to help the feeling that I'm interrupting a private moment between man and baby. It's like I'm not even here as Gary absently smooths a hand over my warm skin, gazing so intently and inquisitively down at the bump below his own hand that he reminds me of the way Ethan looks when you introduce him to a new gadget or thing to chew. And so, feeling like the third wheel in this unspoken tète-à -tète, I shut my eyes again and enjoy the bliss of the African summer accompanied by the tranquillising sensation of Garys fingers tracing leisurely across my navel.
I'm in limbo between blissful slumber and an idle sense of awareness when he finally breaks the comforting silence with the words;
"You're beautiful you know."
I smile without opening my eyes. "I'm fat you mean."
"Don't say that!" Gary interjects immediately as if I had thrown an insult at him personally and his desperate need to defend me from even my own criticism makes my smile grow so wide that my cheeks begin to ache.
"I'm joking," Soothing softly, I rest my own hand over his, brushing a thumb back and forth across the bone that juts from his wrist and not once making any move to open my eyes. "..Im joking, calm down."
And as I slip back into a blissful state of sun induced unawareness, im vaguely aware of Garys lips against the seam of my bikini just below my bust, and the sound of his voice muttering something utterly insane about never wanting me to wear clothes again.
When i wake, im red all over. The foreign sun has dropped right ahead of us in a cloudless sky, leaving the parasol futile in shielding my skin from the burning rays.
"It's so hot." Blinking away the haze of a good nap and the tingle of my sun-caught kneecaps, I rise from my spot, folding my legs onto my Sun-lounger and pulling off my glasses, wafting my hand, to no use nor consequence, in front of my face in a vain attempt to formulate some manner of a breeze. My chest is reddening after my spontaneous siesta and my desperation to save my holiday glow has me scrambling under the sun lounger for the bottle of lotion.
"It's so hot." Blinking away the haze of a good nap and the tingle of my sun-caught kneecaps, I rise from my spot, folding my legs onto my Sun-lounger and pulling off my glasses, wafting my hand, to no use nor consequence, in front of my face in a vain attempt to formulate some manner of a breeze. My chest is reddening after my spontaneous siesta and my desperation to save my holiday glow has me scrambling under the sun lounger for the bottle of lotion.
"Libby, if you complain about the heat one more time, I swear to God.." Gary trails off, banding a forearm across his forehead, squinting up into the sky and past the sun as he lies adjacent to me on his own lounger, torso a glistening gold in the scorching light and I make a mental note to make sure he doesn't burn his shoulders as badly as he did that time that we went to Dubai.
I grin instinctively, teasing softly as I swing my legs over the side of my sun lounger and clamber onto the end of his. "What you gonna do?"
"Don't play games with me Libby." Gary looks at me through one eye and gives a steely gaze, but the essence of a smile tugging at the corner of his lips is unmistakeable.
"Come on big shot," I push again, stretching out over him on a sun lounger really only designed for one and Gary grunts appreciatively as my knee slips between his.
"Jesus." It's a mumble, and almost to himself, "I could get used to this." He makes no attempt to disguise the blatant starting at my chest which is barely confined by the fabric of my extortionately-priced string bikini as he wraps a lethargic arm around the tops of my thighs, mindlessly flexing five strong fingers into the flesh of my behind. I hum in response, leaning my forearms either side of his head and unthinkingly fingering the stubble that shadows his jaw just below his ear.
"Are we really the only people on the island?"
"Do you think I'd lie to you?" Gary raises a brow and doesn't even address the fact that he's tugging at the bow in the middle of my back.
I roll my eyes and flatten myself against him in a vain attempt at keeping the shard of fabric in place, but the heat of his body is overwhelming and I pull away again with a frustrated grunt.
"As mush as id love to lie on top of you and hold your Pina Colada for you as you sip it," I smile, sitting back on my knees and moving my arms behind my back to retie my bikini strings, 'You're making me far to hot and I need to go and get a drink."
"Libby..." There's a warning in that way Gary says my name and a twinkle in his eye that seems to suggest that I should revoke my further complaint about the heat. "One more word about the temperature and you're in that pool heat first, okay?" Hes not smiling, but the straining of the muscles around his mouth tell me that he wants to as he sits himself up, straddling the sun lounger with a knee either side. He holds out a hand, an unspoken gesture for me to come closer, and despite my complaints about the heat, I do of course, turning to face the infinity pool which spans the decking in front of us and tucking myself back into his body.
"In answer to your previous question.." Gary mutters after a passing silence, folding his arms around my shoulders and pulling my back against his chest so he can press his lips to my ear. "..Yes we are the only people on this Island."
I furrow my brow, catching Garys left hand in my own as it lies lax against my collarbone. "So, you hired an entire island out for seven days, just for me and you?"
"Why is that such a difficult notion to get your head around?"
"Because i never had you pegged as a hopeless romantic."
"Oi!" Theres a playful jab to my kidneys and i squirm with the giggle of a school girl. "You seem to be forgetting that this was originally an anniversary present that you had me bring forwards."
"I didnt make you do anything!" I protest, twisting myself around to face a goofy smile and two glistening green eyes that really do not look like they should belong to a man of his age. Gary chuckles again and the sound warms me more than the Seychelles sun. "I dont want to go home tomorrow.."
"Really?" Gary raises a sardonic brow, dropping his hands to my hips and kneading gently. "Because all youve spoken about for the last six days is wanting to get back to Ethan.." He trails off, fiening offence and i roll my eyes, lifting my own brow to counter his sultry tone.
"Gary ive barely had time to utter three coherent words since weve arrived. We've been shagging since the plane touched down."
That earns a roar of laughter, and his head rolls back on his neck as his grip tightens at my hip. "A sex holiday hadnt been my original incentive for the private island you know." He offers when he has finished grinning like the Cheshire Cat, and i nod, smiling as sarcastically as i can manage.
"Sure.. Gary i neednt have bothered packing one case, let alone paying for extra baggage, ive been practically naked for seven days."
"Its not my fault its so hot."
My palm makes a sharp sound as it makes contact with his chest. "Shut up."
Gary grins again, although im not entirely sure that he has stopped grinning since he woke up this morning. "Oh come on, its been good."
When i dont say anything, he slips his hands onto my waist, tugging me closer still on the lounger until im kneeling between his legs, against his torso. "Tell me youve enjoyed yourself."
My lips betray me, curling into a slow and sultry smile as i worm my arms around my husbands neck. "I have enjoyed myself.."
"And it would only be correct to finish it as we started it?..." Garys hands drop from my waist, moving to cup my ass and encourage me impossibly closer.
"Dont push your luck."
"Im not pushing anything." His eyes widen suddenly and i want to laugh because he looks just like Ethan, but i dont have chance to before i feel the scrap of material that had been covering my chest, drop away.
"Gary,."
"Mmh?"
"Dont.." I urge when his lips move to my collarbone, kissing a hot, slow, path along to the hollow of my throat. "..Not here.."
"Where you listening to the part of the conversation where we established that no one else was here?.."
I shun him playfully, but he only holds on tighter, curling two impossibly strong arms across my back to hold onto my shoulders, effectively trapping me. "Come on.." The voice tempts again with a tone that rests somewhere between a low rumble and a venereal moan and is, altogether, utterly irrefutable.
And so i succumb, without another word, my mouth collides with Garys, my hands moving from his shoulders, into his hair and then back down to the sides of his face, holing him to me and kissing as fervidly and as passionately as i can muster, accomplanied by a linany of moans that slip from our lips and into the mouth of the other until the heat of the sun breaks a slick stream of sweat from the surfaces of our skin. When Gary pulls away, his mouth is slack, his breaths coming out in huge gasps of aroused desperation.
"I cant do this here." He relents, and i catch the bead of sweat that runs down his temple with my thumb, driving my hands back into his hair and peppering needy kisses across the corner of his mouth. Before i have chance to form any kind of coherent response, however, i find that im being lifted, with a ease and grace that i can only envy and carried back into the welcoming cool of the bedroom of our beach hut, leaving my bikini top discarded across the sun-lounger as it drops from between our bodies.
The air-conditioning blasts a refreshing breeze though the house and when Gary dumps me unceremoniously onto the king sized bed, i scramble my way up the cool, cotton sheets, opening my arms and welcoming the weight of Garys body as he follows me into the entanglement of clean bed linin and sweat.
"What were you saying about me not pushing my luck?" The words are pushed out on an exhale as Gary smiles into my neck, grabbing my thighs and throwing them, without care, around his waist. I grasp onto his shoulder, telling him to shut up although in the haze of sun stroke and arousal im not sure whether the words ever actually left my lips. The trouble doesnt play on my mind for long though as our hands grope at each other, pulling and tearing and kneading and scratching at any piece of flesh that happens to make its self available and as Gary claws frantically at the string of my bikini bottoms, his teeth grating against my jaw, i drink him in; his smell, the taste of his sweat soaked skin, salty and familiar and still with a hint of Tom Ford.
I groan loudly when the bikini bottoms are tossed somewhere out of my line of sight, realising that i am now stark naked and he is in far too many clothes. Without wanting his loose his lower lip from the grasp of my teeth, i tangle my fingers into his hair once more, pulling Gary over me until he is all that i can see and as my lips seek his own out again, i roll us over, clambering up onto his lap as he lies, half propped up against the abundance of plush pillows.
I make a beeline for the waistband of his shorts and Garys own hand carts deliciously up and down the length of my spine, pausing for a moment at my waist before making the journey back up to catch the nape of my neck, just as i manage to free his wanting erection from the confinement of the stiff clothing. His hips lift, an instictive reaction to me tugging at the beige material and once i manage to get them past his knees, he kicks them the rest of the way off in a manner that screams having done this before.
And then we are at each other again, all mouths and hands and hot breath and curses. Gary groans when i bite down on his lower lip, and i recipicate when he fills his hands with the swell of my breasts, squeezing roughly and moving his mouth my ear, tugging on my lobe. I squirm, clawing at his back in a desperate atempt for more friction, the feeling of his length, hot and heavy between our bodies sending me insane and my hips rolls involuntarily towards the delicious sensation.
"Fuck," Gary manages to form the first coherent word since we began this escapade on the sun-lounger and his fingers dig almost painfully into the sides of my waist as he lifts me so that i am resting over the leaking head of his erection.
"More." I moan, surpised by the so despairingly wanting sound to my voice, but struggling to care none the less. "Please." Its alomst a sob as my fingers curl into the hard muscle of Garys shoulders, and finally, he complies, pressing himself into me slowly at first, and then all at once, thrusting his hips against mine as he hold me in place, taking control despite me being on top.
I surrender to him, sweat slick forehead resting against his own as Gary sets a punishing pace and from somewhere, some deep undiscovered corner of my soul, I find the energy to rock against him, closing my eyes and relishing the feeling of being chest to chest, enjoying the sensation of his hands being everywhere at once, my ass, my hips, my breasts, my face, and finally they come to stop at my shoulders, curling under my arms and pulling me down onto him as he continues to roll his hips beneath me.
I furrow my brow, catching Garys left hand in my own as it lies lax against my collarbone. "So, you hired an entire island out for seven days, just for me and you?"
"Why is that such a difficult notion to get your head around?"
"Because i never had you pegged as a hopeless romantic."
"Oi!" Theres a playful jab to my kidneys and i squirm with the giggle of a school girl. "You seem to be forgetting that this was originally an anniversary present that you had me bring forwards."
"I didnt make you do anything!" I protest, twisting myself around to face a goofy smile and two glistening green eyes that really do not look like they should belong to a man of his age. Gary chuckles again and the sound warms me more than the Seychelles sun. "I dont want to go home tomorrow.."
"Really?" Gary raises a sardonic brow, dropping his hands to my hips and kneading gently. "Because all youve spoken about for the last six days is wanting to get back to Ethan.." He trails off, fiening offence and i roll my eyes, lifting my own brow to counter his sultry tone.
"Gary ive barely had time to utter three coherent words since weve arrived. We've been shagging since the plane touched down."
That earns a roar of laughter, and his head rolls back on his neck as his grip tightens at my hip. "A sex holiday hadnt been my original incentive for the private island you know." He offers when he has finished grinning like the Cheshire Cat, and i nod, smiling as sarcastically as i can manage.
"Sure.. Gary i neednt have bothered packing one case, let alone paying for extra baggage, ive been practically naked for seven days."
"Its not my fault its so hot."
My palm makes a sharp sound as it makes contact with his chest. "Shut up."
Gary grins again, although im not entirely sure that he has stopped grinning since he woke up this morning. "Oh come on, its been good."
When i dont say anything, he slips his hands onto my waist, tugging me closer still on the lounger until im kneeling between his legs, against his torso. "Tell me youve enjoyed yourself."
My lips betray me, curling into a slow and sultry smile as i worm my arms around my husbands neck. "I have enjoyed myself.."
"And it would only be correct to finish it as we started it?..." Garys hands drop from my waist, moving to cup my ass and encourage me impossibly closer.
"Dont push your luck."
"Im not pushing anything." His eyes widen suddenly and i want to laugh because he looks just like Ethan, but i dont have chance to before i feel the scrap of material that had been covering my chest, drop away.
"Gary,."
"Mmh?"
"Dont.." I urge when his lips move to my collarbone, kissing a hot, slow, path along to the hollow of my throat. "..Not here.."
"Where you listening to the part of the conversation where we established that no one else was here?.."
I shun him playfully, but he only holds on tighter, curling two impossibly strong arms across my back to hold onto my shoulders, effectively trapping me. "Come on.." The voice tempts again with a tone that rests somewhere between a low rumble and a venereal moan and is, altogether, utterly irrefutable.
And so i succumb, without another word, my mouth collides with Garys, my hands moving from his shoulders, into his hair and then back down to the sides of his face, holing him to me and kissing as fervidly and as passionately as i can muster, accomplanied by a linany of moans that slip from our lips and into the mouth of the other until the heat of the sun breaks a slick stream of sweat from the surfaces of our skin. When Gary pulls away, his mouth is slack, his breaths coming out in huge gasps of aroused desperation.
"I cant do this here." He relents, and i catch the bead of sweat that runs down his temple with my thumb, driving my hands back into his hair and peppering needy kisses across the corner of his mouth. Before i have chance to form any kind of coherent response, however, i find that im being lifted, with a ease and grace that i can only envy and carried back into the welcoming cool of the bedroom of our beach hut, leaving my bikini top discarded across the sun-lounger as it drops from between our bodies.
The air-conditioning blasts a refreshing breeze though the house and when Gary dumps me unceremoniously onto the king sized bed, i scramble my way up the cool, cotton sheets, opening my arms and welcoming the weight of Garys body as he follows me into the entanglement of clean bed linin and sweat.
"What were you saying about me not pushing my luck?" The words are pushed out on an exhale as Gary smiles into my neck, grabbing my thighs and throwing them, without care, around his waist. I grasp onto his shoulder, telling him to shut up although in the haze of sun stroke and arousal im not sure whether the words ever actually left my lips. The trouble doesnt play on my mind for long though as our hands grope at each other, pulling and tearing and kneading and scratching at any piece of flesh that happens to make its self available and as Gary claws frantically at the string of my bikini bottoms, his teeth grating against my jaw, i drink him in; his smell, the taste of his sweat soaked skin, salty and familiar and still with a hint of Tom Ford.
I groan loudly when the bikini bottoms are tossed somewhere out of my line of sight, realising that i am now stark naked and he is in far too many clothes. Without wanting his loose his lower lip from the grasp of my teeth, i tangle my fingers into his hair once more, pulling Gary over me until he is all that i can see and as my lips seek his own out again, i roll us over, clambering up onto his lap as he lies, half propped up against the abundance of plush pillows.
I make a beeline for the waistband of his shorts and Garys own hand carts deliciously up and down the length of my spine, pausing for a moment at my waist before making the journey back up to catch the nape of my neck, just as i manage to free his wanting erection from the confinement of the stiff clothing. His hips lift, an instictive reaction to me tugging at the beige material and once i manage to get them past his knees, he kicks them the rest of the way off in a manner that screams having done this before.
And then we are at each other again, all mouths and hands and hot breath and curses. Gary groans when i bite down on his lower lip, and i recipicate when he fills his hands with the swell of my breasts, squeezing roughly and moving his mouth my ear, tugging on my lobe. I squirm, clawing at his back in a desperate atempt for more friction, the feeling of his length, hot and heavy between our bodies sending me insane and my hips rolls involuntarily towards the delicious sensation.
"Fuck," Gary manages to form the first coherent word since we began this escapade on the sun-lounger and his fingers dig almost painfully into the sides of my waist as he lifts me so that i am resting over the leaking head of his erection.
"More." I moan, surpised by the so despairingly wanting sound to my voice, but struggling to care none the less. "Please." Its alomst a sob as my fingers curl into the hard muscle of Garys shoulders, and finally, he complies, pressing himself into me slowly at first, and then all at once, thrusting his hips against mine as he hold me in place, taking control despite me being on top.
I surrender to him, sweat slick forehead resting against his own as Gary sets a punishing pace and from somewhere, some deep undiscovered corner of my soul, I find the energy to rock against him, closing my eyes and relishing the feeling of being chest to chest, enjoying the sensation of his hands being everywhere at once, my ass, my hips, my breasts, my face, and finally they come to stop at my shoulders, curling under my arms and pulling me down onto him as he continues to roll his hips beneath me.
"Gary."
He sets the rhythm he needs, and I meet him, thrust for thrust, buring my face into his neck and breathing him in, feeling his heartbeat race against my lips and shivering at the animalistic sound that erupts from his throat when I rake my nails across his shoulder blades.
"Libby." My name is a prayer, sounding somewhere far off, far away from the sound of our panting breath and sheet entangled limbs. "Jesus Libby.." Gary groans again, louder this time as he carts a hand up to the nape of my neck and cluches desperately, pressing his face into the hollow my of throat so tightly that I choke on my next breath.
"Come on Lib.." He manages, voice tight and strained with the effort of maintaining control as a another roll of his hips forces another litany of curses from both of our lips. "Come on Libby, give it up."
And I do. Who am I refuse.
Waves of pleasure breaking through my body, shaking and convulsing around him over and over again and I want to scream, but the sensation is too much and so I bite down, hard into his shoulder, willing the tears that spring to my eyes to keep at bay as Gary stiffens beneath me and lets out one final cry. I open my eyes, just in time to see his face contort in pleasure and relief as he looses himself in me just as completely as I loose myself in him every day.
I wrap myself around him and we both shudder again, breathing heavily and speaking without words.
I don't know how much time passes before I loose my hands from around Garys neck and slide them down his arms, or how many mintues pass before he kisses my temple and slips out of me with a tender sigh, or in fact, how many hours pass before im being kissed back into conscienceness by a pair of kiss-bruised lips, whispering the words;
"Babe, we need to shower, im taking you out for dinner."
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