She walked over to the glass doors that led to a terrace overlooking the ocean. She opened both doors to welcome in the ocean breeze, gently moving the curtains as it entered the room.
I followed her out, placing one hand on either side of her as I pressed up against her body where she stood with her hands on the railing. My nostrils were greeted by the alluring scent of rich honey and vanilla, the natural scent that radiated from her porcelain skin.
She let out a tiny sigh, her head resting against my chest as she stared out to the calm waters. I rested my chin on the top of her head, pulling her in closer.
For a moment, there was a sense of normalcy, like this wasn’t the first time we had been openly affectionate with each other that wasn’t instantly retracted by one of us backing away from the other. It was like nothing else mattered and it was just the two of us at that moment.
It felt so nice.
“Can we go swimming today?” She asked, with enthusiasm covering every word.
I nodded my head, “of course we can.” Suddenly an unfamiliar and overwhelming realization swept over me: I’d give this woman the world if she asked for it.
She smiled as she leaned deeper into my embrace.
* * *
Sitting across from her at the table while I checked some emails and looked over some invoices for the club, I secretly watched her as she peeled a cutie, slowly taking little pieces of the skin off at a time. I rolled my eyes and grabbed one from the bowl in the center of the table,peeling it in one clean tear.
She pretended she wasn’t watching and scoffed when I did what I set out to do.
“Show off,” she retorted as she pulled the final chunk of peel from hers.
“I don’t have to show off, I have skill and you know it.” I teased as I pulled the cutie apart and tossed a portion of it in my mouth.
“Can I ask you something?” She said timidly while she fidgeted with her fruit.
“Of course, sweetheart,”
“Did you always want to own a kink club?”
I laughed at her question. I mean, who grows up and says, I wanna own a sex club when I grow up?Not me.
“No, actually I wanted to be a professional baseball player. I almost made it, too. I was pretty good in high school.” I answered honestly, recalling one of the last conversations I had with my coach before life happened fast and bad choices were made.
He told me running around with the wrong crowd was going to catch up to me, and sure enough it did, causing me to lose everything I had been working toward with my baseball career.
“You okay?” She was concerned when I zoned off and I had not responded to her next question.
“Yes, I’m great.”
“All those awards and ribbons in the hall by the gym, those are yours?”
I nodded, “Mmmhmm,” I shoved the other portion of my cutie into my mouth and picked up a napkin to wipe my hands.
“Do you miss it?” She asked, watching me closely waiting for my reply.
“If you want to go for a swim, you had better get your suit on,” I said avoiding the question.
Baseball was still a sore subject for me, and dwelling on the past wasn’t good for anybody. I like where I am now, owning the club and building an empire. There’s only one thing missing, and something tells me I’m on my way to finding it now.
* * *
Immersed in the calming energy that radiated from the Pacific Ocean up to where we were relaxing together on the sand, I felt time stand still. I looked over to where Delaney was next to me, lying on a white Egyptian cotton towel, her lower back curving like a crescent moon with her belly face down. She was wearing the custom red bikini I asked Miss Kennedy to pack for her. It fit her like a glove, tightly hugging her curvy ass, and I swear, seeing her in red always brought me back to the very first time I laid eyes on her.
I fought back the desire to sink my teeth into her bouncy booty.
There’s still plenty of time for that, Dallas, down boy!
