Page 2 of The Craving

At the edge of the water, with her head now lying on my chest over my heart, swaying together, I’ve just found what feels like love with my mystery woman.

I have no idea how I will ever let her go. I don’t even know who she is. It’s crazy, but in this moment, I know I will make sure she will never be tainted by my life.

The life I thought I wanted, that I was raised to live.

Now I just need to work out how I can change that path to keep my golden girl with me and as happy as she is today.

Crap, what have I done?

4 Weeks Later

“Sally, we need to talk.” It’s the worst sentence on the entire planet for a person in a relationship to say out loud.

I wrote my parents a letter a few days ago and posted it in the mail. By the time it reaches them, I’m hoping I’ll be out of contact because I’ll be traveling and can deal with the explosion after they’ve had a few days to simmer down.

I’ve known deep down for a while that taking my place in my family’s business was not my true calling. It was the reason I traveled to find out where my passion lies. I had never been allowed to find what I liked or to choose my own career. I was born into the Darby Hotel dynasty, worth billions of dollars and owned and managed by my father. Originally, he and his brother started a hotel together, but Uncle Lenny hated it and left, with my father happily buying out his share. Lenny spent his life being a painter and made a reasonable living from it. My dad was always hard on him, saying he could have had the world if he’d stayed in the business, but I know his art meant more to him than money.

That’s a true passion.

This will kill my parents, but I hope they’ll see what Sally means to me and why I can’t bring her into that world. The vultures will eat her alive and kill her free soul. I have proposed that I take twelve months off, get married, and then maybe open a small version of one of our hotels in Australia. Something low-key that will provide a reasonable income for any future family we have. Uncle Lenny has a son and daughter, so maybe they can take on my role back home. I don’t know the answer, but what I do know is that Sally is more important to me than anything else in this world. She is the passion I was destined to find.

Trying to describe her to them in words was hard because you need to be in her presence to fully understand her beauty. And to be honest, my mother is going to hate her. She won’t fit into the society mold that she thinks is important. To me, I couldn’t care less. But either way, it’s too late now, the letter’s written and mailed.

“Talking is overrated. Sex is so much better. Let’s go for round three.” Shimmying down my body, Sally’s lips are just on the tip of my cock when I pull her back up toward me. My whole body is groaning at me, because I could definitely go another round. She is insatiable, and I fucking love it.

“As much as I want that, I’m serious. I need to tell you something.” It must be in the tone of my voice that has her head tilting to the side. She takes in my face and seems to understand that I don’t want to talk about the weather.

“O…kay.” Sally tries to pull away from me to sit up, but I’m not letting her leave my arms. I tighten them around her and hold her by my side, as we are now lying looking at each other.

“I have to leave for a few weeks and go home.” The moment the words are out, her whole body stiffens in my arms. I don’t think I’ve ever seen her tense, and I don’t like that it’s me that is causing it now. Usually, she’s never short of words, but now, her silence scares me.

“Please don’t panic, let me explain. It’s not as bad as it seems. I’m coming back for you. Let’s get that straight right from the beginning.” Her tenseness eases slightly, but not as much as I want it to.

“I need to go home to explain to my parents that I don’t want to go into the family business because I want to be here with you. We were meant to meet, I have no doubt of that. And from that first moment of dancing on the beach, I knew deep in my heart that I’ll never let you go. When you find your soul mate, you marry her and live happily ever after, or so the fairy tales say. I know it’s all too soon, but I want you to know I want all of that with you. Once I’m back and can tell you everything, then we can make plans.”

I wish I could tell her more, but we have loved the sexiness of the mystery in our relationship. And I can look my mother in the eye and truthfully say that Sally is not after my fortune because she has no idea who I am. This just started as two young travelers who tried telling themselves they were just having fun. A holiday romance that we would look back on fondly one day.

But all that changed the moment I kissed her. I knew there was no going back.

I remember vividly the moonlight on the water and the sound of the waves crashing onto the shore, and that nothing could be more perfect.

Stopping at the edge of the water, I turned Sally so she was facing me, her eyes twinkling in the light of the night sky. Neither of us could hold back any longer. I’d used just about every ounce of gentlemanly restraint in my body the last few days since our dance on the sand.

“I’m about to kiss you. Tell me you want that too.” I softly took her face and tilted it up to the perfect angle.

“More than I can put into words.” As she rose onto her tippy-toes, I could feel the electricity when our lips finally touched. I wanted it to be the perfect romantic moment, but that went out the window in less than ten seconds. Our bodies were craving each other’s touch, and nothing could hold us back.

The pure intensity of the lust carried us away, literally, all the way back to my hotel room. One that I made sure was not too fancy to give away my wealth but comfortable enough that I wasn’t sleeping on the ground in a tent like Sally was. I wanted to give her the world but in the way that she wanted and not in the over-the-top life it could be.

Call me naïve, but I wasn’t ready to fall for a woman so quickly and wasn’t at all prepared. Laying Sally down ever so softly on my bed, I knew that I couldn’t hold back even if I tried. I was going to be asking for her trust and for her to give it to me too.

Her hands were already moving, pushing my shirt up my chest, making sure she was touching my skin that was so much paler than hers.

“Please tell me we are going to have sex?” She looked up, her eyes pleading with me.

“Every part of my body wants that more than I know how to express, but I don’t have a condom. I’m so sorry. Maybe we should wait?”

“Fuck that. I want you now, Richard. I’m on the pill and clean, I promise you.” Her hands continued to push past the elastic of my shorts, and the moment she wrapped her hand around my hard cock, I knew I could never tell her no.

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