Free Web NovelChapter 130: Homebound II: Hannah
After dinner, we found our way back to the resort. Roman guided us out to the back deck with the hammock.
There was distant music playing somewhere on the island, but it was loud enough for us to make out. He grabbed my waist and began swaying along with the beat. I was all smiles as we swayed to and fro. My hands interlocked behind his neck and beamed up at him with sincerity. I had never been one for dancing, but lately I was finding joy in it. freeweɓnøvel.com
There was something lingering in his eyes, like something he wanted to say but either was holding back, or simply didn’t have the words for. Whatever it was, it was emotional. Even though I couldn’t decipher it for him, I knew that I felt the same. It was positive, loving, and overflowing.
It felt like that entire vacation had been an arena for us to pour our hearts out to one another, and I wasn’t upset by that fact. It was sweet and special to me, every time feeling more reassuring than the last. I was beginning to understand it was going to be a norm for us, that, along with physical touch, spoken words were one of our shared love languages.
Every day, we were learning more about being a couple. About the ways to love one another, the ways we needed our partner to be, and how to be more patient and understanding. It was the most beautiful transformation of my life. I was truly feeling like a wife, and it was something I had never considered. I had thought wifehood was the same as being a girlfriend, just with some paperwork and jewelry to accompany it. Boy, was I wrong.
His hands tugged me closer, and I kept my gaze on his. Vacation may have been coming to an end, but it was a beginning for us, too. The beginning of our rebirth as a stronger, more emotionally in-sync couple. Who could ask for more?
If he were to ask me what I wanted in that moment, I wouldn’t have had answer for him. Everything I could possibly want or need was right in front of me.
Moved by the music, the closeness, and my own blossoming emotions, I leaned in and brushed my lips against his. He let out a deep breath as he kissed me back, his hands moving to the small of my back. My hands drifted into his hair as I deepened the kiss. Within the length of a song, we were making out with care and passion.
My chest was heaving from arousal and emotion. I could already feel it. We weren’t going to f*ck or have sex, we were going to make love. I could feel it in his every kiss and stroke. Soon, we were stumbling back into the bungalow. The good thing about clothes you wore on a tropical vacation was that they were easy to remove. A trail of bikini top, bottoms, sarong, button down, and board shorts was left on our way to the bed.
Our hands were all over one another, his hands greedily gliding down my sides, gripping my breasts, hips, and thighs. My nails scratched at his shoulders and back when my hands weren’t gripping his sides. He grinded against me in his excitement, but didn’t yet initiate sex. He seemed to slow himself down, his grip softening to massage me. It was sweet and still managed to turn me on. I just loved the way his hands felt on me.
I kissed down his neck as I rubbed him back. We stayed like that, kissing one another all over and massaging for a while. It was an innocent sort of foreplay that was enough to stoke the coals of desire, but gentle enough to keep my mind from becoming too carried away with the sensations. That night was about experiencing one another, that I could already feel, not just getting off.
As his lips explored every inch of my neck and chest, he gradually slipped a finger into me. His hand pumped at a gradual rhythm, and my body was immediately responsive. I reached down to take hold of his member, but he dodged me. He gave me a look that let me know he knew that would speed things up to much. So I continued to tease and please him in other ways: biting his earlobes, scratching his back, tugging at his hair.
It could have been an hour before we made our next moves. We managed to kiss our way into the sixty-nine position. We moved slowly, licking, and sucking at one another with care. Time didn’t exist. Morning was forever away. For that moment, it was only us. Reality around us was frozen in time and space. I never wanted it to restart.
The feeling of his mouth on me always proved to be too much for me. Remembering how I tipped over the hammock that morning was enough to bring a blush to my cheeks, even as I had his member in my mouth. I couldn’t help it. It just always felt too good; he was skilled and passionate about such a giving task.
When I knew I was coming too close to the edge of pleasure, I moved away and positioned myself over him. While in a sitting position, I sank down onto his member. His eyes locked onto mine. With my hand rested on his stomach, I rode him slowly. Every motion was long, tantalizing, and precise. Occasionally I would swivel my hips or angle myself a little differently, but I never picked up the pace.
It was then we had a new kind of intimate sex. We had never made so much eye contact. We held each other’s gaze as I rode him. He would grope my breasts, and I might have sucked on his fingers, but beyond that, there was nothing more. Just an intense stare as we ever so gradually built toward a joined climax. After a while, we were both moaning loudly as we edged. Every stroke felt torturous, but in a way that you didn’t want to stop. Like how tickling felt. How you wanted it to end, but not really. I still never picked up speed.
He began purring at me to come for him. It was enough to help push me over the edge we had been teetering. My body seized, shaking and jerking with pleasure. I gripped to his shoulders as I lowered down over him as I climaxed. His fingers dug into my hips as he jerked my pelvis down onto his. He grunted and groaned.
The world was quiet then. We held one another as we came down from our highs. We kissed lovingly as we moved into a position to lay next to one another.
I loved that man so much. I couldn’t imagine sex ever being better than it was with him. He was my one and only, and I couldn’t have been luckier because of that.
Without realizing, I had dozed off.
Eventually, I was stirred by Roman kissing along my shoulder. Slowly, I awoke into the world and looked up to him with happy, sleepy eyes. He stroked my hair and held me closer. "Let’s get on some clothes and head out. The jet will be here soon," he stated softly.
I nodded and took another couple of minutes to get up. I dressed in a pair of leggings and a tee-shirt, tying my hair up in a ponytail. As I brushed my teeth and packed my things in the bathroom, Roman came up from behind and hugged me.
"You look stunning," He complimented.
I laughed and cocked a brow at him. "I’m basically in pajamas."
"And?" he smiled, pressing a kiss to the top of my head.
"You’re too sweet," I smiled.
We finished packing our items and headed outside. There, was a resort worker who took the liberty of carrying our bags to a little golf cart and loading them onto the back. Roman took the driver seat, and I sat next to him. Then, we were off.
I looked behind us at the resort. I was sad, but I thought I would be worse for wear. I guess it wasn’t so bad, considering I would still be with Roman. Still, I knew I would miss that place a great deal until we could come back. As we rode along, I took mental pictures of the town and the island.
Before I knew it, we were aboard the jet and being served coffee by the attendants. I watched from the window as the Bahamas grew smaller and smaller. Roman gripped my hand and said, "We’ll take another vacation soon. Maybe in a couple of months."
I nodded, but didn’t take my vision away from the window. A little part of me would always remain there. We would be back to experience it again.
