Brian and I were on a much-needed two-week vacation in Barbados. Nothing but sun, sand, cocktails, and sex. Lots and lots of sex. My pussy tingled just thinking about all the ways Brian and I had christened our hotel room. And we’d only been here two days.
Grasping the cups of my bikini to hold it in place, I rolled over onto my back and rearranged my top to loosely cover my nipples. I hated having tan lines, but unfortunately, this wasn’t atopless resort. I gave a sigh of content as the sun dried up the last of the sea’s droplets from my skin.
This vacation had been a long time coming. Brian and I hadn’t been able to get away together for almost a year. Life had gotten busy for the both of us. Good busy, though. The way we liked it. We were the kind of couple who set goals and worked hard to achieve them before sitting back and enjoying the fruits of our labor.
Move to a nice area, buy a beautiful home, cultivate our careers in order to live a comfortable life; all things we’d achieved together over the last ten years. We’d fallen deeper in love and supported each other through the highs and the lows. Luckily, there'd been more of the former than the latter. We fought for each other—and sometimeswitheach other—and constantly showed up for each other in small and large ways.
Like this vacation. Brian had surprised me with this trip two weeks before we flew out.
“I checked your calendar, and you don’t have anything on. It’s us time, baby.”
I couldn’t argue with that.
Another soft sigh escaped my lips, and I raised my head up an inch, lifting my sunglasses in order to spot where Brian was. He’d gone to fetch me a drink from the beach bar, but I missed his arms already. I could spy his sexy body a mile away, and considering the giggling bikini-clad girls near him, so could they. I rolled my eyes and laid back down. I was used to women trying their luck with Brian, but it didn’t bother me anymore. I was secure in my relationship with him. I trusted him implicitly. After all, he’d never given me any reason to worry.
I knew my husband was insanely attracted to me; some might say obsessed, but so he should be. I wasn’t modest; I knew I looked good, and it drove Brian wild when he saw other men checking me out. But he knew my gaze would always be firmlyplanted on him. He was my everything, and I couldn’t love him more.
Our life so far has been everything I dreamed of and more. We never ended up buying a house in New Haven. After his house sold, we had a long heart-to-heart about where we saw ourselves living out our future. I’d told him I was looking to eventually sell my business and pursue something different within the beauty industry. My dinner with Gena inspired me to open my options and chase dreams I’d initially dismissed.
We stayed in New Haven for three more years before I sold my salon, and Linda took over ownership. I was thrilled and embarrassingly emotional when Linda decided to keep the salon’s name in my honor. We’d grown so close that I now considered her my closest friend, one that had remained firmly in my life over the last decade and a bit. Her husband, Justin, was also a good friend, and he and Brian often took off for a drink when we were in town.
I’d always thought that if I ever left New Haven, it would be with my middle finger up. I never thought I’d move back, let alone stop by often for a visit. But Brian and I had formed strong friendships there. Linda, her husband, Rachel, and her partner visited us frequently in New York and vice versa. I was also a doting aunt to Margot, who was now a precocious pre-teen. I loved being the fun aunt who took her out for manicures, ice cream, and girly gossip.
For a while, I focused on doing freelance hair and makeup. My portfolio of photos and videos had been enough to drum up a lot of business for myself. I’d even hired a social media manager to deal with all the algorithms and marketing side of things. With Gena’s help, I networked my ass off before I was eventually asked to be part of a reality TV star’s glam team as her head stylist. Things progressed before I started working for other TV reality stars before landing a job on a sci-fi TV seriesworking with prosthetic makeup. Filming for the second season just wrapped, which was why we were now in Barbados.
Brian, too, had kept himself busy. After moving back to New York, he eventually became a project manager for a top construction firm that dealt in luxury condos. We had a comfortable life in Brooklyn Heights with our cat, Alfred, and dog, Auggie. Not bad for a girl that came from rock bottom.
A shadow fell over me, and my lips curved when I heard the clink of glasses as they were placed next to me. Soft lips pressed against my flat stomach, peppering its way up to my chest.
“Careful,” I murmured, my eyes still closed. “You’re giving everyone a show.”
His hum of approval vibrated through me as he continued to caress my skin. “I saw a couple of frat boys checking you out. I needed to stake my claim.”
I popped one eye open as I watched him stroke my skin with his hand. He gave me a wolfish grin, his eyebrows waggling lasciviously. I giggled softly before beckoning him up with a crook of my finger. He crawled up my body before planting a lingering kiss on my lips.
“Mmmm, coconut,” he approved before bending back down for another taste.
“Thank you for my drink.” He’d been back and forth to the bar to fetch them for me. Even when I offered to get the next round, he’d refused.
“I live to serve you.” Another kiss on my lips had me blushing.
He was so good to me. As a couple, we’d only gone from strength to strength. Of course, we had our fair share of arguments, like any normal couple. We had a huge one a few years ago when Brian took it upon himself to hire a PI to track down my parents. I'd appreciated the effort but was upset he’d done that without my permission. In his mind, he wanted to provide me closure when, really, I couldn’t care less where thosepieces of trash were. I refused the information, so together, we deleted the file the investigator sent and burned the physical documents. I didn’t need to know where they were or what they were doing. Brian was my family, and I was his.
Brian kept sporadic contact with Diane. She’d reconnected with Barry, the widower she’d fallen for. Sarah was still coming to terms with her mom’s partner, even though they’d now been together for five years. Sarah was now married and had two small children, which helped bridge the gap with her mom.
Unfortunately, Brian had been unable to reconnect with his former sister-in-law. She eventually apologized for the letters, but Brian hadn’t thought it was sincere. She was also still furious that he was with me, so that was that. Brian refused to put me in a situation where I was uncomfortable.
I didn’t particularly like Sarah—more because of what she’d done to Brian than the stuff she had done to me in the past—but I’d been willing to put that all aside for Brian. For him to retain the family he loved. Truthfully, a part of me was glad I didn’t have to play nice with her, but I was sad for Brian that he’d lost that close connection.
Brian stretched out next to me, his large hand finding mine and entwining our fingers. He gave a contented sigh. “This is the life, eh?” He lifted my hand to kiss it before placing it on his chest. I turned and snuggled right up to his side, lifting my leg over his hair-roughened one. I pressed a kiss to his shoulder.
“I’m having the best time,” I agreed. “I love you.”
He tugged me closer to him, his lips buried in my hair. “I love you too, baby. So much.”
My once coveted drink went warm as we lay contently in each other’s arms, watching the ocean lull us with its rhythm. Eventually, he forced me to re-apply more sunscreen, a task he thoroughly took care of. His big hands smoothed up and down my back in slow movements, his long fingers taking libertiesby gliding under my bikini and stroking my breasts. I definitely needed to hop into the ocean to cool my dampening pussy.
Of course, I had to return the favor, making sure my hands stroked over each ab, paying special attention to that Adonis belt I loved so much. My fingers may have dipped into the front of his trunks,accidentallybrushing his hardening dick. The sun was harsh here, I had to make sure he was thoroughly covered.
