Fuck, he knows what he’s doing.
I force my head from the wall and look down at him in awe. He looks up through the steam, his eyes filled with desire. I cup his cheek, stroking it gently as he bobs his head up and down slowly, taking more of my length each time. My hips move in sync with his rhythm, desperate for release but savouring every moment. He’s holding me at the base, his lips and tongue relentless, as he drives me closer and closer to the edge. I can see his other hand is moving rapidly as he jacks himself.So hot!
“I’m going to come.” My words are breathy and my hips stutter.
Axel pulls off, looking up at me as he continues to stroke both of us at the same time. The look of pure pleasure on his face is the final shove I need and I’m coming, pulse after exquisite pulse. Steaks of white land on his chest, one right over the tattoo at his collarbone. One lands on his chin. His tongue darts out and tastes. He groans. Then he throws his head back, eyes squeezed shut, exploding at my feet.
My legs are weak as fuck, and I let myself slide down the wall until I’m sitting on my arse with Axel kneeling between my legs. I huff a laugh, in shock at the force of my orgasm.
So this is what sex is meant to be about.
“I think you broke me,” I manage to say.
“Oh, baby. This is only the beginning,” he replies, and all I can do is nod in response.
Chapter Thirteen
Axel
Ileanbackinmy chair, soaking up the warm sun on the balcony of my suite as Kyle sits across from me. The calm blue ocean stretches before us, a perfect backdrop for our lazy brunch of eggs benedict and fresh fruit.
“Yesterday was incredible. Mystery Island really lives up to its name,” I say, popping a strawberry into my mouth. “There was something magical about that place.”
Kyle grins, his skin glowing after another day exploring in the Pacific. He was already tanned, but now he has this sun-kissed glow about him. “It was like being in another world. I’ve never seen sand so white and water so clear and blue.”
“And that snorkelling! I couldn’t kick fast enough to keep up with you,” I tease, nudging his foot under the table.
He laughs, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “Farm boy stamina. Maybe you aren’t used to so much physical activity.”
“Oh, I can keep up just fine where it counts,” I reply and throw in a wink for good measure.
Kyle ducks his head and busies himself with his eggs, a small smile playing at his lips. I love that he’s shy and reserved when I hint about sex, but he’s so open and responsive once he gets his clothes off. We haven’t done more than oral, but we’ve got that down to a fine art. I’m tempted to tease him some more, to see if I can get the flush to creep up his cheeks, but instead I reach for my phone.
I scroll through the photos from our day trip; a private snorkeling tour and picnic. “These turned out great. The colours are unreal. Like a postcard.”
I hold up a selfie of the two of us on the beach, aquamarine water lapping at the white sand behind us, then another showing lush palms dotting the shore. Kyle puts down his coffee cup and leans in to look, his shoulder brushing mine and sending a tingle down my spine.
He chuckles and points to the phone. “Brian photobombing in the background.”
I look closer to where Brian lingers by a palm tree. He’s wearing cargo shorts, a floral shirt, and a cap, but not exactly blending in. I chuckle. “Bloody hell, for a bodyguard, he’s not very inconspicuous. I’ll have to photoshop him out.”
Speaking of not blending in, I flip to the next photo where Kyle is sitting on the sand, long legs outstretched, leaning back on his arms. His smile is wide as he looks up at me from under the brim of his hat, a well-loved Akubra. He’s the quintessential Aussie guy, and totally mouthwatering.
“Hey, I’ve got one I want to show you.” Kyle opens his photo app and shows me a snapshot he’s taken. I’m standing facing the open water, looking back over my shoulder at the camera with a smile on my face.Hell!I haven’t seen myself look that happy since God knows when.
We continue flipping through the photos, reliving snippets of our perfect day in paradise. Having Kyle here with me, getting to share these incredible moments with him—it feels like a dream I never want to wake up from, and I pinch myself that I ever entertained the notion of not coming on the cruise.
As Kyle closes a photo, I catch a glimpse of an image in his gallery that’s very different from the island scenery—an old timber shack with a rickety fence and some mountains in the background. Curious, I gesture to his phone. “What’s that one?”
Kyle’s eyes light up. “Oh, those are from back home at the vineyard. Here, let me show you.”
He scrolls through a series of photos allowing me a glimpse of his world. More photos of the old shack that turns out to be one of the original buildings on the property. Open paddocks with a few sheep grazing. A mountain range, and rows and rows of leafy grapevines. A large but rustic farmhouse with a wraparound verandah. Then photos of Kyle and his brother John, tanned and grinning, raising glasses of wine against a sunset backdrop.
“Wow.” I lift my eyes to meet his. “It’s beautiful. You can really feel the history and connection to the land. I can see why you love it.”
Kyle nods. “It’s been in our family for generations. I feel so lucky to be a part of that legacy, you know?”
As he speaks, there’s an ache beneath my ribs. A longing for something I’ve never quite had. Belonging. A place to call home.
