The Cancun Trilogy, An Erotic Beach Romance (10 page)

“I’m so happy here,” she said, forcing
her eyes to stay open. She’d been careful not to allude to the
future—not to make assumptions or expect that his future plans
included her.

Her words hung in the air. She
couldn’t see his face. “Everybody is, it seems,” she continued,
trying to cover. “Red, Carmine, Soren. Allan told me about his life
in Boston, how much he hated it. He’s like a new man, he says. All
of them. Everybody seems so… content. Happy to be here, I
mean.”

“Work and love,” Nik said.

“What?”

Nik propped up on an elbow. “It’s what
Freud finally concluded. Sigmund Freud. After all his years of
analysis, studying people. He was trying to come up with what give
a person’s life its value. That’s what he came up with. Work and
love.”

His eyes drifted down her body. He
traced his fingers from her lips to her thighs, then up her belly
and over her breasts. “I think that’s what make people happy. To
have work you do that you believe in, something that contributes
something to the world. And to do it with someone you…” He
paused.

That look came over him. She hadn’t
seen it in awhile. The light from the boat reflected in his eyes,
mirroring the ocean water that seemed to be a part of him. She
reached up and ran her hand over the stubble of his unshaven face.
The look was there. The look of internal struggle. Of needing to
say something.

She pulled him close, kissing him,
trying to relieve him of his struggle. She knew he was exhausted,
but still he responded to her kiss as if it was the very first time
their mouths had met. She slid her hand through his hair as she
kissed him deeper, feeling his rough stubble against her mouth. She
could feel his pulse beginning to quicken, his chest rising as his
breathing increased.

“Shhh,
” she whispered in his
ear, pushing him down on his back. “My tired boy. You need to
sleep.”

She slid her hand over his chest and
down over the ripples of his belly. She continued down to his groin
until she cupped his soft balls, warm and supple in her hand. She
loved the delicate, silky texture as she massaging him. She moved
her hand up, tenderly holding him. She could feel him grow in her
hand. She was always amazed at how fast he reacted to her touch.
She squeezed him as he grew firmer, expanding until he felt as
solid as a flexed muscle.

She knew his body needed sleep, no
matter how much he was responding to her. She knew she needed to
sleep too. Ever since coming here she felt like she didn’t want to
miss anything by wasting time sleeping. She used to think of sleep
as a wonderful escape, but now she didn’t want to escape, she
wanted to experience everything and more.

Still holding him, she moved on top of
him, straddling him. The feeling of him first entering her was
always intoxicating. She closed her eyes, absorbing the sensation
of him filling her as she slid down on him, taking him all the way
in.

There was a light breeze, bringing
with it all the lush, fragrant smells of the island. Some birds
squawked in the distance, probably near their nesting place in the
center of the island. Terra breathed it all in, tilting her head
back. Her feet slid off the blankets—she dug them in, the cool sand
sliding between her toes. The feeling of him inside her had created
a kind of imprint on her body, as if it was now the natural state
her body craved and always wanted to return to.

Eyes still closed, she moved up and
slid back down on him, feeling her body quickly go to that place of
intense, sustained pleasure. She learned forward and very slowly
lifted up, then down again, focused intently on the deep pleasure
of the moment, like nothing else in the world existed. Leaning down
further, she kissed his chin, feeling his warm breath push over her
face.

“Shhh,
” she said, as she pushed
down on him. She settled on his chest, resting her head in the
crook of his neck. “Sleep, baby,” she whispered into his neck.
“Just sleep.”

He was still hard inside her, but she
felt his body give way. He breathed out a long, deep breath, giving
over to sleep. She closed her eyes as the night breeze brushed
against her bare back with a hush. Still filled with him, she
breathed him in, feeling a contentment she’d never known, and
drifted off to sleep.

She woke twice. The first time was
about an hour after they fell asleep. He was asleep, but still
inside her, and still fully erect. She stayed still, coming out of
her sleep slowly, still dreaming. She was momentarily disoriented.
A breeze brushed her back as she heard the sound of the
waves.

It took her a moment to realize he was
inside her. She didn’t know such a thing was possible. A warm flush
rolled through her body. She slowly sat up, looking down at him. He
was sound asleep. She gently moved forward and back. He stirred,
his head rolling to the side, moaning, but remained asleep. There
was only the light from the moon and the soft glow coming from the
boat lights. Looking at his face, Terra was so consumed with love
for him that she began to weep, her tears falling on his chest. She
lay back down on him, nestling in his neck, and cried silently into
the tangle of his hair.

The second time she woke, it was early
morning. They were in the same position, with her straddling him.
Sitting up, she was amazed to realize he was still fully hard, deep
inside her.

The tide had come in. The waves were
rolling up just a few yards away. The island had a fresh morning
smell, tangy and vibrant. A light fog hung over the tree
tops.

Terra moved gently on him, feeling him
in the center of her being. Looking down at him, his face was
serene. As she had so many times before, she marveled at his
beauty. His chiseled features were like that of a Greek god, or the
work of a Renaissance sculpture. The muscles of his long, lean
torso were sharply defined, the result of swimming, diving, and
hard physical work. His dark, sun-streaked hair lie spread on the
blanket.

She watched his chest rise and fall.
The medallion he usually wore had slipped to the side of his neck.
She reached down and held it in her hand, brushing sand off the
face of it. The feel of it brought back all the memories of when
they first met, and her time back in Michigan—those late nights
when she’d lie in bed, holding the medallion to her chest,
desperately wanting to feel his touch.

She sat still for a moment, taking it
all in. She knew the island well enough to know the birds and
animals usually make noise in the early morning, as if claiming the
day. But all was quiet, except for some light chatter from some
howler monkeys in the distance. Dropping her head back and
breathing in the fresh morning air, she had the overwhelming sense
that she and Nik were part of the natural world that surrounded
them, like they were part of the elements. She felt an overwhelming
sense of connection to both him and everything around them. She sat
upright and looked down at him again.

As she placed the medallion back on
his chest, his head rolled to the side in his first sign of waking.
A wave broke on the shore and the spray from it whooshed over
Terra’s naked body. She shivered, pleasure shimmering through her
as if she’d been sprinkled with magic pixie dust. She was amazed at
the constant readiness of her own body. Though her hips were stiff
from sleeping on him, she was slippery wet. She moved on him,
pushing down and squeezing her pelvic muscles, clamping him in. The
monkey's chatter got a little louder, followed by some low
birdcalls.

As she looked down at his face, she
could both feel and see the progression of pleasure that had taken
hold of him. She moved on him, slowly lifting and falling. He
seemed to be in a state between sleep and waking, his eyes still
closed but his back arching with her movements.

She could tell from the tension in his
body he was close to coming. She loved the feeling of being able to
bring him such pleasure, knowing exactly how to push him over the
edge, and just when to do it. She hesitated, extending the moment,
then pushed down and held, moving slightly forward and back. He
tensed. His body shivered.

He opened his eyes and looked up at
her, coming out of his half sleep. He was greeted with her luminous
face looking down at him, glowing as if it was lit from within, her
hair falling forward over him.

“I love you,” he whispered.

“I love you, too,” she
said.

As she looked into his eyes, she saw
relief flood his face, as if he was letting go of something he’d
been holding on to. She felt his first burst inside her. She held
tight, clamping onto him. Looking into her eyes, he released in
long, shuttering spasms. She could feel the eruptions deep in her
center. Her own climax began to roll through her, pulsing and
shimmering in glistening waves.

The birds and animals increased their
chorus of voices, expressing their gratitude for a brand new
day.

Chapter 7

It
rained for the next three days. All the work came to a halt. Nik
rolled the doors shut and closed all the windows in the house, as
if they were going into hibernation. “Even the road in will be
closed from rain. Best to just wait out,” he said.

Terra was so used to sleeping on the
boat or on the island, she forgot how good a real bed felt. She
also didn’t realize how tired she was. The last six weeks had been
non-stop. Not just physically, but emotionally.

The first night, they slept ten hours
without even stirring, and the next day they took a long nap in the
middle of the afternoon, followed by a luxurious bath together. The
rain was torrential, coming down in sheets, ensconcing the house in
a comforting vibration of sound.

Late in the afternoon, while Nik
settled in with a book, Terra took the opportunity to call Vicky.
She’d been pretty good about calling a couple times a week, but
they usually only talked briefly, if at all, always catching each
other coming or going. This time her timing was perfect.

“Damn, girl. What are you going to
do?” Vicky asked, after Terra updated her.

“I don’t know.”

“Have you talked about it? I mean,
you’re not exactly neighbors.”

“I know.”

“But you love each other?”

“Yes.”

Terra heard Vicky let out a long
exhale. “Well, not to state the obvious, but how exactly is that
going to work? You’re supposed to be back here starting your fall
classes in less than two weeks.”

“I know.”

For the next two days, Nik and Terra
slept, had sex, ate, and read. They took full advantage of having
the house to themselves, making love whenever and wherever they
pleased—in the bathtub, the kitchen, even on the dining room
table.

Terra took on a domestic role she
never knew she possessed. She’d never been much for cooking, but
she’d learned a few things since being here, and found she loved
cooking meals for Nik. She was as surprised as anyone to find this
domestic streak in herself, taking secret pleasure in bringing him
cups of tea while he read.

The entire time, Terra was trying to
figure out what their future together might be. She knew Nik was
thinking the same thing. He was writing in his journal a lot, which
Terra knew meant he was either planning something, or trying to
figure something out. She wanted to talk to him about it, but
before she approached him, she wanted to have some ideas herself,
and not just expect him to take care of it all.

On the third day, it was still raining
hard. It was early afternoon. Nik was sitting on the couch, writing
in his journal. Terra brought him a cup of tea. She was restless
and decided to go for a walk, despite the rain.

“Now? In the rain?” he asked as she
handed him his tea.

“Yeah.”

“Do you want company?”

“No, you drink your tea. I won’t be
gone long.”

Terra put on shorts and a tank top.
Though it was raining, it was still warm outside. She stepped onto
the deck and was instantly soaked. It felt wonderful. Walking along
the shoreline, the wet sand felt good on her bare feet. Spidey
called out to her from his perch at the top of his tree, as if to
let her know he hadn’t washed away.

Terra stopped and looked out at the
water, watching the rain pound the ocean. She realized she hadn’t
spent any time alone in awhile. At home, being alone was normal. It
was what she was used to. But not here.

She strolled over to the buildings
they had been working on, feeling pride in knowing her hard work
had played a small part in their creation. Most of the work was
done. She was amazed at how much she’d learned since she’d been
here.

She walked over to one of the
buildings. It was the one she asked Nik about when she first
arrived—the one he said he didn’t know what they were going to do
with. The door hadn’t been put on yet, so she walked inside. She
stood in the middle of the large room, dripping on the bare
concrete floor. The sound of the rain pounding the roof made it
feel like she was in the center of a drum circle.

She sat down on the cool floor. A
slight sadness took hold of her, for the first time since she’d
been here. It felt foreign, like sadness just wasn’t normal in this
magical place. But she felt it. And she knew why.