Kieran gingerly caught me as I walked out of the bar, missing a step and nearly tripping. Still laughing about something Kieran had said, I struggled to get back my poise and my balance, the latter proving to be quite the challenge considering the fact that I was buzzed and wearing 4-inch high Jimmy Choo stiletto sandals.
Normally, I would have scolded myself for having gotten myself even just slightly tipsy, being the competitive and critical perfectionist that I am. This whole week, however, was not normal.
Instead, I cursed my decision to wear my favorite stilettos to the bar – what on earth was I thinking? – and making a note that I would never again get a drop of alcohol to drink while wearing them, I hastily took them off and slung them over my shoulder as I walked beside Kieran back to our deluxe suite, which, thankfully, was not too far away.
As we walked, I tucked my arm in his and gently rested my head on his shoulder, relishing the fact that we were taking a stroll under a bright full moon while listening to the palm leaves rustling with each brush of the sea breeze and the sound of gentle waves rolling just close by. I was a romantic, too, after all, the kind who read romance novels with happily-ever-after endings up until I was twenty-two and ended up falling in love with the half-naked, devilishly handsome man on the cover half the time, only to find that most of them were drawn after the same man and that such romances did not happen in real life – until I met Kieran, that is.
I met Kieran a little over two years ago on a beach. I lived close to the ocean so it was my habit to go jogging on the beach every evening with my golden retriever not just to keep myself fit but also to let out all the stress from the day’s work. That evening, I was more stressed than usual, since I had just been assigned some urgent paperwork by my new, very demanding boss. Not only that – on my way home, I saw the guy I had been going out with for a few times who I had not heard from for the past three days with another woman and they were so caught up with each other that he didn’t notice me. I had been hoping that he would be ‘the one’ especially since I was already twenty-seven and most of my friends had already gotten hitched or engaged, and I really liked him, too. Like many time before, I had fallen too soon for another jerk.
It must have been affecting me more than I thought it would, since in the middle of jogging, I suddenly broke down crying. It was then that Kieran appeared. Like a knight in shining armor coming to the aid of a damsel in distress, which I must have looked exactly like, he offered me his handkerchief and asked me if I was alright. I could have just said ‘yes’ or ‘no’ but I found myself spilling out all of my troubles while he listened. Later on, when he finally had the chance to talk, I learned that he had moved in to the neighborhood three weeks ago and that he had been watching me on my evening jogs, admiring my stamina and dedication from afar, and he said it would be nice if we became friends.
We ended up being more than friends. We started dating after a week, although looking back, I suppose going to the taco place around the corner that night we met after I had dried all my tears could have counted as a first date. We had sex on our third date and in spite of all my apprehension since I wasn’t totally confident about my skills in bed, it was amazing for us both. A month later, we moved in together and we have been together ever since.
This week marked the anniversary of our second year together. Setting aside our busy schedules, we had decided to book ourselves a luxurious suite at a couples resort on the island of Antigua in the Caribbean. It was as beautiful as it looked in the photos we had seen online and our suite was as luxurious as I had imagined, with a large, canopied bed, a spacious bathroom with a bathtub and jacuzzi and a balcony overlooking the ocean. The best part, however, was that I got to enjoy all of it with Kieran.
Suddenly impatient to reach our suite so I could have Kieran all to myself, I pulled away and beckoned for him to chase me, crooking my finger and giving him my most seductive smile before I started running off. Grinning in response, he started chasing me. Thanks to all that jogging, I was able to make it to the door of our suite before he caught up to me, wrapping his arms around my waist and immediately claiming his reward – a kiss.
It wasn’t just any kiss, though, but one that burned with passion and a hunger for more and I leaned my head back as I allowed his tongue to come in and play with mine, while I struggled to search for the key inside my purse which had suddenly seemed like a bottomless pit.
I was already out of breath when I found the key to our suite. Inserting it into the slot, I turned the knob and went in, followed by Kieran, and no sooner had we entered did we start stripping each other’s clothes, not minding that they were landing everywhere, exchanging heated strokes and frantic kisses in between.
When I was completely naked, he pushed me down on top of the bed and took one of my breasts into his mouth, sucking on it hungrily while his hand toyed with the other, rolling the stiffened, sensitive nipple between his thumb and forefinger. When his hand moved down between my legs to play with my clit at the same time as he inserted a finger inside me, I felt my body arch off the bed as I moaned before pushing down on his finger, wanting more, wanting it deeper, faster.
Instead of inserting another finger, though, he removed the one that was already in me, making me whimper, and he crawled down until his mouth was on me, licking, sucking, driving me wild.
I did not last long. Shivering, moaning and clinging to the sheets beneath me, I came without shame into his mouth. When the tide of pleasure had subsided, I propped myself up on my elbows, my chest still heaving and watched him as he licked his lips, his eyes still raging with desire.
Just looking into those eyes made my body feel hot all over again, but at the same time, I did not want to just have sex. Quickly, I tried to think of something else we could do to make the night sizzle, suddenly feeling more adventurous than I ever was before, perhaps because I was buzzed or perhaps it was the effect of the Caribbean atmosphere. I remembered that the resort had hot tubs and there was one just a few feet away from our suite.
Inspired, I got out of the bed, causing Kieran to lift an eyebrow at me.
“Where are you going, Heather?” he asked.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart,” I told him, giving him a light peck on the cheek. “We’re only just beginning.”
I grabbed his hand and walked towards the door but he suddenly stopped me.
“You’re going out naked?” he asked, giving me a weird look.
I did not blame him for looking at me like I was acting crazy. After all, I was acting crazy and in another circumstance, I would have reacted the same way. “Not me,” I told him. “We are going out.”
“Yes.” I nodded. “It wouldn’t be fun otherwise, would it?”
He paused and I could tell he was debating whether or not to go along with me. When he finally smiled, I felt a flood of relief and excitement.
“Alright, let’s do it,” he said.
I did not need to be told twice. I ran out the door, pulling him behind me. The air felt cool all over my bare skin, especially against my breasts, but I paid it no heed, running as fast as I could in the direction of the hot tub. As I caught sight of it, I heaved a sigh of gratitude to find that it was empty and once there, I splashed right in, savoring how pleasant the hot water was as it caressed my cool skin, quickly warming it.
Kieran splashed in right beside me, immersing himself completely in the water. After surfacing, he drew me close to him, pressing his body against mine as he kissed me so that I could feel his still hard cock nudging my thigh.