“That’s it, baby… just like that,” he praised.
I could hear the evidence of the effect he had on me between us. I came hard as he held me and fucked me slowly through it.
The way he had me coming undone should have been a study. Had someone else been in this house, I don’t know if they would think I was having sex or in the middle of being murdered. But I couldn’t say that either was wrong.
He let me go, pulled out, and came over my butt. Then got off the bed while I lay there and went toward the bathroom.
Minutes later, he came out with a warm rag and cleaned the mess he had made. Turning me on my back, he folded the towel and wiped me again.
I swatted his hand, “You’re disgusting, it doesn’t take all that.” I laughed.
He chuckled and went back into the bathroom. “Come on, let’s go shower so you can take your first nap of the day.”
Quentin could have been as funny as he wanted to be, but that wasn’t going to stop the fact that a nap was going to be taken. If he was going to be turning me every which way but loose, he was also going to have to allot me some time to recuperate.
I opened the shower door and inwardly groaned at the fact that this shower didn’t come with a bench. Now I would have to stand up, with my legs barely able to support me.
We showered separately and in silence, with my only objective being to hurry and get my head on a pillow. But Q had other plans, and I knew from the moment he decided to help me “wash my back” that a nap was getting further from my reach.
What started as him “helping me” turned into me being suspended in the air, legs around his waist, and being fucked against the wall.
By the time that we came out of the shower, I had cum twice more, and I was spent. I glanced at the clock. It had been exactly two hours and thirteen minutes since we had walked through the doors of the villa, and I had already felt depleted.
And I knew this was only the beginning. I crawled under the covers and pulled them to my chin. Quentin came into the room with a bottle of water and stood at the edge of the bed, peering down at me. He was amused, and I did not care in the least bit. Secretly, I think it stroked his ego, but that was none of my concern.
“Give me an hour, maybe two.” I yawned as I turned on my side and drifted to sleep. I didn’t want to sleep through the plans that I had made. But I had to recharge for the night.
***
I had woken up right on time to make it to the first activity that I had planned. As we boarded the boat for the sunset cruise, I took everything in. We had driven for 30 minutes to get here, and I realized we were on the calm side of the island. This side was swarming with people. I could hear loud music in the distance, and I could see some of the locals underneath a hut dancing.
He guided me through the crowd, and we found a place to sit. I sat down next to him, and he put his arm around me and brought me closer.
There was soft music playing, and people walking about freely and talking quietly as we waited for the tour to officially start.
“A drink for you, all?” The server came over and asked with a tray of frozen drinks.
I looked at Q and rolled my eyes before I turned to her.
“No, thank you,” I said as I declined the drink. He made sure to let me know that the wine that I had on the plane would be my last drink this weekend because he wanted to ensure I had a sober experience. As if he were in denial that I would do just about anything he asked me to, anyway, no liquor needed.
“Good girl,” he said as he kissed the tip of my nose.
The cruise officially started, and while I booked it just to stargaze and sail the sea, he was the only one of us on the entire boat tuned into what the tour guide was saying. I knew from the moment that I saw him watching Shark Tank that he was a little nerdy. But I didn’t expect anything less from someone who had a PhD. Though nothing was more attractive than a man who was as intelligent as he was nasty.
“You’re tuned in to this tour,” I whispered to him.
He turned to me with a grin on his face, “B, you’re the damn sea turtle, you brought me out here, the least I could do is listen.” He scoffed as I laughed at his disdain for my love for the ocean.
“Whatever,” I said, pretending to give the guide my attention.
The boat was quiet as the guide spoke over the speaker for almost an hour. But once it was time for us to return to the dock, everything shifted. The music was louder, and the chatter of people started just as loud.
People stood and stretched, crowding to the front to get off. The deck lights flickered and dimmed. Making the atmosphere now a dark glow.
The passengers brushed past us as I turned to walk toward the front as well.
Q stopped me and pulled my arm, “Nah, let them go.”
