Page 30 of Pomegranates and Olive

I laughed out loud. “Me jealous? That’s something that will NEVER HAPPEN!” I was sure to yell loud enough for them to hear me, even as they walked away.

“Liv!” Ginny has never been one to have any kind of confrontation and just laughed it off before placing her hand on mine to keep me centred. "You must be feeling pretty jetlagged. Let’s get you to bed."

I laid my head on the table. "What time is it anyway?"

"A little after two."

"I feel like I've been awake for three days straight." I moaned. "But this has been brilliant, guys. Thank you. And thank you again for letting me stay with you."

"You are most welcome, Olive. When Ginger told me that you needed to get away for a few weeks, where else would be better for regrouping than here in paradise?"

"It really is a paradise."

"How long do you think you'll stay?"

"A few weeks? A month? Forever?" I requested four weeks of leave even though I had nearly three months owing to me and I'd brought an open ticket so my return date was still up in the air.

"Stay forever then."

"You don't know what you're saying, babe —"Ginny started laughing and yawning at the same time, "— because then you'll end up with Olive's mother on your doorstep and trust me you do not want that."

"If anyone could charm my mother, it'd be you, Aydin." I joined in yawning. "Maybe I will stay forever."

I tried to stand up and immediately fell forward. Aydin reached out to catch me, but I ended up landing on my face anyway and nearly taking him down with me. With Burak's help Aydin dragged me to my feet, laughing. "You two are definitely related. Both lightweights when it comes to alcohol."

"Normally I would drink you under the table, Mister!" I slurred at him as he tucked me under his shoulder. "But I think the Negroni wasn't compatible with the jetlag and that bottle of red."

After saying goodnight to Burak and Aricia, and a slow walk through the olive grove that included a lot of giggling and my telling Aydin how beautiful he was over and over, Ginny and Aydin finally got me back to my room. Through my Negroni haze, Ginny helped me search Rosie's packages for a pair of pyjamas. There weren't any, so I shrugged as they left. "I guess tonight I sleep naked."

I undressed quickly, partly because I was tired and needed sleep but also partly because it was so freaking hot in the room. The soft breeze had died down and the room faced west so it got the full force of the afternoon sun. It was hotter than a firecracker on Guy Fawkes Night in there.

I was just about to climb into bed when I noticed a small box with a card attached amongst Rosie's neatly packed clothes. I opened the card, "It's charged, love Rosie". Curious, I unwrap the box and found... a vibrator. Rosie gifted me a vibrator!

I'd seen sex toys before, but never a purple one, and certainly never up close and personal. Why was it purple? Was purple supposed to put the user at ease? Or was it a subtle dig as the colour purple is often associated with sexual frustration?

I switched it on and played with the different speeds, surprised by the strength of its quivering. I dropped it on the bed and watched it pulse to an imaginary beat. It wasn't loud, but it was loud enough to make me wonder whether Ginger and Aydin could hear it if they happened to be in the kitchen. I wrapped my hand around it, just to feel it's girth. It was thick and sturdy and seemed very capable to handle the job it was designed for.

Hmm.

Maybe not tonight. Tonight I was going to climb under those covers and sleep away this nasty jetlag.

And I was asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow.

I was dressed in a beautiful white gown… a wedding gown?... walking along the water’s edge. It was dark but in the distance I could see a man. He was calling out my name.

I find myself running towards him, my gown dragging behind me in the water. He’s now running towards me as well, his arms outstretched until we finally meet.

He pulled me into his arms, kissing me with passion. His tongue nudged against my lips, and I opened my mouth willingly. We kissed until we were breathless and he scooped me up and lay me down on the sand.

His hands travelled slowly down my body, caressing my breasts, paying homage to each of my nipples until they were hard buds longing for his thick lips to tease them. My hands were in his thick hair, twisting his curls as he moved lower, kissing every part of me. I let out a gravelly moan as he rained kisses across my belly and smiled as his stubble scratched my skin.

He was already hard and he nudged against my wetness, rhythmically pulsating as he waited to enter me. My thighs fell open, ready for him to fill me, but instead, he trailed his fingers down until they felt the slick of my wetness. Arching my back, he slowly teased me, around and around until he knew I was ready to take all of him.

The thick head of his erection gently pressed into my wet micio and he held himself there, waiting for me to beg for more. His pulsing rubbed against my inner lips. He turned me on in a way I had never experienced.

I opened my eyes as he buried himself deeper into me. "Sto godendo!"

I feel that familiar ripple that I had felt oh so many times before and I gasp as my whole body clenches as a new, stronger feeling of euphoria takes over. The pulsating of his hard cock mixed with my desire as he plunges in and out. Still, this time it isn’t a ripple, it is a wave that began to build in intensity and it washes over me, unleashing a tsunami of pent up desire and emotion crashing through my consciousness. I start to move my hips, begging him to give me more.

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