Page 44 of Love Beyond Repair
“Fancy a bite, honey?” Ben says with a smirk. “Of a strawberry, that is.”
He strides over and lifts the bottle from the bucket, popping the cork in one swift move. With a mischievous glint in his eyes, he wanders back to me, carrying two glasses, while a strawberry balances between his teeth. As he leans in for a kiss, I take the strawberry, ensuring our lips touch before I bite into the sweet delight.
On the far side of the room, there’s a wall of sliding doors. We walk over, hand in hand, and he pushes them open. Outside is a large balcony that houses a table set for two and a Jacuzzi. But the most incredible part is an infinity pool that has a glass wall overlooking an ocean view. I thought the water would vanish once we left the coast. But there it is stretching wide, bold, and blue toward the horizon.
Tears prick my eyes as I take in everything before me, and his muscular arms wrap around me. This, what we have, is something I’m becoming so accustomed to having; his touch is never a surprise. He catches me, time and again, when my emotions take over.
“Are you happy?” he murmurs in my ear. I nod, tears spilling free. I don’t think I have ever felt so complete. These two weeks are going to be the best of my life. I just know it.
Chapter twenty-two
Bex
The sun is going down on the most incredible day. Our evening wrapped around each other in the four-poster bed was everything. We made love, then talked for hours about everything and anything. I’ve never felt so at ease with anyone. This man worships me for who I am. He loves every part of my body—deeply, reverently, shamelessly.
After my fifth orgasm of the evening ripped through me, I grabbed his head from between my legs and demanded food. We raided the cupboards for a takeout menu, and we’re currently sitting on our balcony eating pizza, watching the evening sun disappear. It was the kind ofevening I didn’t believe existed outside of the movies. The perfect end to a perfect day.
Our first three days pass in a haze of sex and food. I’m impressed that Ben had been forward-thinking enough to have groceries delivered prior to our arrival. My only clothing during our stay has been my skimpy gold bikini or absolutely nothing at all.
Ben’s been naked the whole time; I love watching him strutting around the house. He’s completely at ease, whether making breakfast or pulling me into his lap. I know when he is relaxed, but also when he needs me.
We swam in the infinity pool and made love against the wall while overlooking the ocean. Ben displayed his limited culinary skills, but he wore an apron after a near-miss with his crown jewels and some oil. Even he agreed that the rule of full nudity he declared when we arrived could be relaxed under the circumstances. Damage to his member would be a national tragedy neither of us could bear.
Part of me wants to freeze time. Hold on to these days before reality creeps back in. I’m going to savor every moment.
Day four has arrived, and Ben announced we’re going to venture out. As much as I want to protest and attempt to convince him to stay in our naked paradise, I’m curious and ready to explore this beautiful country with him.
Armed with a beach bag filled with sunscreen, a picnic, hats, and fly swatters, we head off in search of thebeach. I’m wearing my most demure bikini. It's a soft blue that covers all the necessary areas while still accentuating my cleavage. Over the top, I have a white summer lace dress that my bikini peeks through. I feel free, sexy, and so bloody in love.
Ben is relaxed and happy. It makes him even more beautiful. He’s wearing long denim shorts that finish just above his knees. A loose-fitting white shirt that’s open at the neck hints at the athletic body beneath. He looks magnificent in his aviator shades as he walks toward the car, confident and in control.
As we cruise back down the winding roads toward the coast, the sea comes into view again. We enter a whitewashed town perched on the rocks above the water. The roofs are a mixture of red and blue, highlighting the Mediterranean feel of the area.
After parking the car on a small side street, we wander, hand in hand, through the small town. It’s buzzing with locals and tourists enjoying the sunshine and laughing. I drag him into every gift shop we stumble across, and finally, we buy a small blue and white dish. It’s laughably stereotypical of something you would purchase when traveling, but it will be perfect for putting our keys in back home.
Investigating the maze of streets, we find a staircase leading down the side of the rocks beside the sea. Ben takes my hand, then leads me down. The stone is worn withthe hundreds of feet that have been here before us, but at the bottom, we emerge into the most amazing private cove. Turquoise water laps at the golden sand, and the surrounding cliffs curve like a cocoon, cradling the beach. Only a single gentleman sunbathing a few hundred meters further down occupies the area.
I lay out our towels the way I have seen it done in holiday brochures and movies. Ben watches me quietly, nothing but admiration in his eyes.
“I’ve never done this before,” I admit. “First holiday.”
“Why didn’t you say?” he teases. He knows that. “I’d have arranged something special.” He grins wide, flashing that beam that melts me every time. “Oh, wait. I have. A high-class mansion and private beach.”
He pauses, and I throw him a dubious look that this part of the trip was planned. “Well, the beach was just luck,” he admits grudgingly. I pull him down to me. We lie on the towels, tangled in each other’s arms, the sun warming our skin. He kisses the top of my head.
My toes sink into the warm sand; it wraps around them as the scent of the ocean fills my nostrils. With Ben’s breath against my cheek and my body in his arms, the day is perfect. Time slips by unnoticed. We eat our picnic and paddle in the shallows, splashing water at one another and stealing kisses at every opportunity. I’m living out the pages of a romance novel today.
Ben coaxes me out as far as my knees, but I hesitate beyond that. The sea has a mind of its own, untamed and unpredictable. Finally, I agree toput my big girl panties onand go deeper. On the strict condition that he won’t let me go.
We wade out into the blue ocean, hand in hand, the water cool against our sun-warmed skin. Then he takes me in his arms, and I wrap my legs around him. My arms loop his neck, and he holds me like I’m his universe.
The beach is still quiet, with only a few distant sunbathers. I suppose only a few are willing to make the trip down the old stairs. Their loss. Ben nuzzles my earlobe, his lips trailing small kisses from my ear to the base of my neck. A soft gasp escapes me. My nipples stiffen beneath my bikini, the cool water amplifying every sensation. His hand slides upward between us, fingers teasing through the thin fabric.
“I want to fuck you here,” he murmurs.
I don’t know if it’s the sun, the sea, or simply him, but I’m undone. There’s no hesitation. No rules. No shame. Just us. He carries me farther from shore, guiding us behind a jagged stack of rocks protruding from the water.
I feel the shift in his body before it happens—his cock, thick and hard, pressing against me, ready to claim me. He pins me gently against the rock, the hard surface cold on my back. His mouth crashes into mine, stealing the breathfrom my lungs, his tongue sliding as if he needs to taste me to breathe.
