Romance: One Fine Holiday (4 page)

Chapter 8

The morning sun wakes my weary eyes as it streams through the open curtains.  I must have forgotten to shut them last night. 

I move my sleepy body out of bed and drag it into the kitchen of our resort apartment.

To my surprise, both Kate and Mel are awake and waiting at the kitchen table.  As I step into the room, both their eyes light up.

“So?” Kate asks with glee.

“What happened?” Mel smiles cheekily.

“Nothing happened,” I state.

Both girls look at each other confused, “What do you mean nothing happened?”

“I mean, we sat on the hill and watched the sunset and then I came back here.”

“And that was it?”

“Yes.  Nothing happened.”

“And whose choice was it to come home?”

I don’t respond as I pour water into my cup.

“Did you walk away?” Kate asks.

I shrug my shoulders.

“Why?”

“I’m not good enough for a guy like him.”

Oh no.

I shouldn’t have said that. 

But these girls have a way of making me tell the truth. 

I can’t lie to them.

“Oh, Ella.  Of course you’re good enough for him.  If anything, you are too good for him,” Kate says nicely.

“He wouldn’t have taken you to see the sunset if you weren’t good enough for him,” Mel adds.

I shake my head and look into my cup.

“No, Ella,” Kate’s voice is strong, “You are a beautiful woman.  You spent too many years listening to that energy-sapping leech Nick.  You have to realize that you are a beautiful woman.  You are gorgeous.”

“And amazing,” Mel adds.

I shrug my shoulders again, “I just didn’t have the confidence to go through with it.  After we watched the sunset, he touched my hand and I ran away.”

“Literally ran away?”

“I literally ran away from him.”

“Ouch, that must have hurt his feelings,” Mel says.

“Right.  That’s it,” Kate stands to emphasize her point, “Today we are going to have breakfast, lounge by the pool, drink cocktails for lunch and have a nice lazy dinner.  After that, Ella is going to find her magical island man and have one night of soul-shaking, earth-moving sex.  It will be a night filled with passion!”

“But…”

“No buts.  That is what we are going to do today.”

Kate is hard to argue with when she is in this sort of mood.

Chapter 9

The weather is perfect for our relaxing day. 

The girls and I lounge by the pool, soaking up the endless sunshine and talking continuously about our different lives.  Despite all of our lives going in different directions, there is a genuine connection between us. 

It feels amazing to be talking to these girls again and we are so comfortable in each other’s company.  

It is effortless.

The comedic banter between us is non-stop but we listen when someone else wants to talk about a problem.

We all listen well.

Despite all the distractions in our beautiful day, the thought of Clarke sits in the back of my mind at every turn. 

I have not been with another man other than Nick for many years and I am nervous whether I would live up to his lofty expectations.  I doubt that I would. 

A man like Clarke would have experienced so, so much more than I have.

I do not even know what to expect.

After an early dinner of wonderful fresh seafood, we make our way to the resort bar.

“Right,” Kate states, “We will have one drink here, and then we will walk down to the locals bar where you will find your man.” 

“One drink should be enough for you to gain some confidence without affecting your ability to stand up straight,” Mel laughs.

“What do I even say?”

“How about – ‘Sorry I ran away from you last night, but I would like to see you naked.  Take off your clothes and show me that wonderful body’,” Mel giggles.

“You start with hello and see where it takes you from there,” Kate reassures me.

“Just hello?”

“That’s all it takes.  Trust me.  Men don’t care about fancy lines.  They don’t want to listen to some attempt to charm them.  If he wants you there, hello will do.”

We finish our drinks quickly at the bar, and after Kate spends time fixing my hair and make-up, we begin the short walk to the locals bar.

The sun has set and night has fallen on our beautiful island.

“Let’s hope he’s there,” Mel says in excitement.

I hope he’s not. 

That way I don’t have to deal with these nerves and I can run away to hide in bed.

When we are in sight of the bar, Kate points him out.

“There he is,” she says excitedly.

Damn.

There’s no turning back now.

“Remember, start with hello.  Just take one step at a time,” Kate pushes me towards the bar and I reluctantly walk in that direction.

I look back in an attempt to run away but the girls wave me forward.

Damn.

I have to go.

My stomach is turning with nervousness.

I walk into sparsely filled bar, and walk up to stand behind Clarke’s wide shoulders. 

He notices a presence behind him and swivels around on the bar stool.  He doesn’t say anything - he just stares at me - waiting for me to speak.

“Hello,” I say.

“Hi,” he replies.

Then he says nothing else.

Damn.

Hello is all I was prepared for.

He smirks as my mind races to think about something to say.

Come on, I have to think of something to say.

Nope.

I can’t think of anything.

Instead, I stand in front of him looking like a fool.

I don’t say a word.

I can’t say a word.

I am too nervous to speak.

How embarrassing!

I talk all day, and I could talk all night, but now that I am in front of a beautiful, handsome man – I can’t think of anything to say! 

My mind is blank.

“You never finished that cocktail,” he finally breaks the silence with a smile.

I breathe a sigh of relief, return his smile, and sit on the stool next to him. 

Taking one glance over my shoulder at the girls, I see them smile and then walk away giggling to each other. 

It’s all up to me now.

I still can’t think of anything to say as the bartender passes over my cocktail. 

“When do you leave the island?” he asks.

“Tomorrow,” I finally mutter something out of my mouth.

“That’s a pity.  This island won’t be as beautiful without you on it.”

Oh wow.

My heart melts.

“But you will need to excuse me Ella, I have to go and get some sleep,” he smiles and stands off the bar stool.

What?

No!

He can’t go now. 

I have only just gained the courage to talk to him – he can’t leave me now.

“No,” I mutter.

“Sorry?”

“Um… I… Can I come with you?”

What?

What a stupid thing to say.

“Come with me?”

“Yes, um… can I come with you?”

Why would I say that!

That is a ridiculous thing to say! 

No man would ever say yes to that!

“Ok.”

“Ok?” I question.

“Sure.”

“Where are we going?” I ask.

He laughs out loud.

Once he finishes laughing, he holds my hand and leads me out of the bar and across the street.

“I have a place to show you.  It would almost be as beautiful as you.”

I am so excited that I am breathless.   My mind is empty and my heart is stolen.

Clarke leads me through the light shrub over the back of the bar and we come across a tall fence.

“Here,” he lifts a broken part of the fence up from the ground, “Follow me.  The best view on the island is on this property.”

“Wait,” I hesitate, “Can we go in there?”

The law abiding citizen in me questions whether running onto someone else’s property is the right action to take.

“Don’t worry,” Clarke states calmly, “I know the owner and he won’t mind.”

Cautiously, I follow Clarke and crawl under the fence, and he leads us across an immaculate, lush green lawn, around the side of a huge island mansion, and to a small private hut with a view looking out to the ocean.

“Wow,” my mouth drops open, “The view here is amazing.”

The rising moon glistens off the calm ocean and the stars glitter amazingly over my head.  The view is so expansive and impressive.  Inside the open hut is a tightly strung hammock and a mattress laying neatly on the ground.

“This is the ultimate island experience,” Clarke stares out to the view, “When the weather is nice, this is the perfect place to spend a night.  It feels so free and special.”

I don’t know whether it is the handsome man, the amazing view, or the fact that we have snuck onto a property, but I am excited. 

When Clarke’s hand rests on my behind, my heart almost jumps out of my chest.

He stands behind me, and I continue to stare out to the view.  His hands slowly move up from my behind and caress over the curves of my body.

It is obvious that he likes what he feels.

I can tell that he likes it because there is a large bulge in his pants that is pressing up against my behind.

My heart is pounding.

As his breath dances over my shoulder and along my neck, I feel breathless.

I am smitten.

And that makes me wet. 

I want him.

I want all of him.

He wraps his strong arms around my stomach and holds me close, tightly, for a few moments before loosening his grasp.

Turning around, I try to look sexual by biting my bottom lip, staring at him while he holds me close.  There is an undeniable chemistry between us, an understanding.  It is a feeling so strong that I struggle to understand it. 

His eyes are so beautiful, so damn deep.

Despite being lost in his gorgeous eyes, I notice his hand start to slowly creep down my body, until it stops on my bottom again. 

His hand runs over the flesh of my behind with a smooth and tender touch. 

Clarke is my island man.

A real man.

My perfect man.

He is also a man that loves the curves of a real woman.

I am smitten and my heart is racing.  The bulge in his pants is growing larger and I can feel it press into me.  I can feel every part of my body tingle.

Clarke leans forward and his lips land on mine.

Yes…

The tender kiss sends me into overdrive.  My head is spinning.  His hand reaches up and tenderly caresses the side of my face.

Wow…

My head is spinning and I become lost in his touch.  I am weak at the knees and tingling throughout.

His touch is so tender and sensitive, that it rushes emotion through my entire body.

Wow… 

The desire pulsates through me.

On this island, with the moon shining brightly, I am lost. 

Quickly, the strength of passion overtakes us. 

The passion forces our hands to smother each other’s bodies. 

I want him.

I want all of him.

I want him now.

The passion forces me to rip off his shirt and I am sure that I see a button come flying off.

Oh wow.

The body of my island man is strong and tanned.  The muscles rip out of his body and I can’t touch it enough.  I need my hands on it. 

I need it.

My hands run all over his body and up his solid back.

Oh yes… it is so strong.  I can’t resist it.

I am going to devour this beautiful man. 

He continues to kiss my body with tenderness and my head spins.

Yes…

His hands pull of my shirt and quickly my bra falls away.  My naked torso presses against his and the warmth behind us is seductive. 

Soon, his hand finds its way up my skirt and onto my tenderness.

I am instantly wet. 

The way he handles my breasts so tenderly makes me want to eat him all up. 

Clarke withdraws from our kisses and undoes his belt, dropping his shorts and jocks to the floor. 

Oh my…

It is huge.

My eyes lock onto his member and I am amazed by it. 

He moves his naked body back closer to me and begins to run his hands down the edge of my skirt.  He pushes my skirt and knickers down to the floor in one movement.

He presses his naked body against me and the touch of passion rushes over every inch of my skin.

As we embrace in naked lust, desire engulfs me. 

His strong arms hold my body and he leads me to recline on the bed next to us. 

“Wait,” I whisper, realizing this hut has no walls, “Will anyone see us?”

“No,” he smiles.

As I lie back on the bed, Clarke’s naked body comes over the top of me, and I look up to his beautiful face. 

He hovers over me, waiting.

His strong member touches my wet pussy and I become even wetter.

The hardness of his member sits on the edge of my pussy and I want it.

No.

I need it.

He pushes in, sliding into me.

Oh yes…

He is inside me, deep.

And full.

Wow…

My head throws back in orgasmic desire.

Clarke slowly withdraws and smoothly enters my wetness again. 

Oh...

My hands push up and run all over his muscles, smoothing over the strength of his chest.  I am taken by this chest – it is perfect in every way. 

Again he slowly withdraws and enters me.

Wow…

As he enters me, it becomes clear how large his manhood is.

Clarke hovers over me, and my hands dance over him.  His powerful arms prop him up and I happily smooth my hands over them.

He holds himself deep inside me again.  

“Faster,” I whisper to him.

He smiles.

He slowly begins to build into a rhythm. 

Coming in and out of my wetness.

Oh yes…

The thrusting begins to build harder and harder. 

Yes…

It becomes quicker.

Oh yes... 

And harder.

Yes!

Clarke pumps me with all his force, slamming his cock into me.

I can’t control myself. 

My body becomes flush with orgasm and I feel every piece of my skin tingle with warmth. 

My head is lost.