Eternity (33 page)

I love Blair and John, but I have to admit that such a romantic scene could only be improved upon if we were alone and able to make love, right here under the glow of the majestic heavens.

Eventually the air cools, so that even Carlos's warm embrace is not enough to keep me from shivering, "I think it's about time I put some more clothes on" I succumb to needing more than a bikini and body heat.

Blair agrees and we head below deck to search for the clothes which were strewn off earlier in the day.

We throw on our light summer clothing, which does nothing to insulate us from the cold night air, I wish I had had the forethought to bring a jumper, but I guess when we left this morning I had not inclination that we would end up on a boat, well into the evening.

The boat rumbles to life beneath our feet and we feel the pull as it slowly chugs forward, coming back on deck we find the boys in the cabin, Carlos at the wheel, guiding the boat back to its mooring point. Positioning myself between Carlos and the wheel, I take a seat on his lap, placing my hands over his, "Hold it steady" he whispers in my ear, whipping his hands out from under mine and wrapping them round my waist, leaving me as captain of the ship.

"What should I do?" I ask panicked, I've never steered a boat before and I don't know how comfortable I am being in charge of one so expensive, what if I crash it? His brother and sister would just love that!

"Just go straight, don't worry I won't let anything bad happen" he soothes and I know he'll always look after me.

We keep going for the next 30minutes, Carlos occasionally adjusting the angle of the wheel under my hands. The shoreline looks magical at night, the torches that line the beach are all lit, casting eerie shadows over the palm trees; white twinkling lights from the apartment windows and patches of glowing yellow, pools out from the bars and mingles together in the background.

Carlos takes my hand from the wheel and places it on to a lever which controls the speed, "We're just going to ease this back gently to slow us down" he explains, letting me do it, but keeping his hand over mine to make sure I do it right. Under our joint effort the engine drops to a low purr before silencing all together. "Well done" Carlos congratulates me with a quick peck on the cheek.

We drop anchor and begin to disembark as Carlos does a quick circuit of the boat to ensure everything is locked up before we go. Once we are all safely in the speed boat, its a short journey back to the shore and under Carlos's instruction, John switches off the engine at the last second so that the front of the boat courses onto the sand. We all jump out, firmly back on dry land and the boys drag the speed boat up the beach to a safe distance from the sea.

The combination of fighting, swimming and sea air today has really taken it out of me and I suddenly feel woozy, I lean against Carlos, letting him take my weight and ease the strain on my legs.

"Anyone up for a nightcap?" John asks, apparently still full of beans.

"I think I best get this one back home before she falls asleep on her feet" Carlos makes the excuse for us to leave.

We say our goodbyes, arranging to meet Wednesday night for dinner; the resort is hosting a traditional Mexican evening with Mariachis, I have no idea what that is, but I'm told it's not to be missed!

Wearily we head back home, each time I come back here now I’m filled with a sense of longing; I’ve come to see this as my home, but with only three days more until I leave, it’s like I’ve already started missing it.

“
Are you hungry sweetness?” Carlos asks as we cross the threshold hand in hand. I shake my head half through being too exhausted to speak and half through melancholy.

“
Do you want to just go to bed?” he offers and I shake my head again, a little smirk crossing my lips as I realise that I’m behaving like a spoilt kid; in the way that only Carlos can, he humours me, pulling me down onto the sofa and switching the T.V on, “How about a cuddle then?”

“
Mmmm” I reward him with a sound as I snuggle up under his arm.

Me and my lover, alone together at last, it’s the perfect end to a perfect evening.

I wake the next day to the smell of bacon, the inviting smell forces my eyes to open, only to find Carlos literally wafting a fried breakfast under my nose.

“
What’s all this?” I ask groggily, pulling myself up into a sitting position.

“
Breakfast in bed” He announces, placing the tray on my lap, “and flowers” he adds, pulling a huge bunch of bright exotic flowers out from behind his back; they are tied together with the same sky blue ribbon he used to secure the box containing my sandals, from the first day we met.

“
You never fail to surprise me” I smile, taking it all in, “they are beautiful and the breakfast looks scrumptious! How did you do all this without waking me?” I was tired last night, but I zonked out quite early so I would have thought I would wake before him this morning, or at least wake when he got up.

In answer he simply taps the side of his nose “That’s my secret, if I told you I’d have to kill you” he winks at me. I don’t care how it happened, I just love the fact that it did.

“
Love you Mr. Johnson” I say, taking a bite of toast.

“
Love you more Ms. Mavers” he responds, jumping back into bed with me and sneaking a piece of crispy bacon off my plate in the process.

When I'm down to my last few mouthfuls he starts kissing my neck, I carry on eating as if I haven't noticed his sudden hunger for me. He moves in small spiralling circles up towards my ear, then takes the lobe between his lips and sucks, his breath tickling as he exhales deeply. I giggle and pull away, leaning over to place the tray on the floor I have an idea.

“Where are you going?” he asks as I cross the room.

“I just thought that maybe we could try something a little different today” I tease, pulling one of my silk scarves out of a draw; as I walk back towards the bed I begin twisting the ends around my hands, then tug it out tight making a slapping sound with the fabric.

A smile creeps across his face, “And just what do you propose we do with that?” he asks intrigued.

“We? No no
,I
will be tying you up with it.” I explain, taking his hands and placing them either side of one of the corner posts of the bed, before wrapping the scarf around his wrists and tying it together tightly.

“Ms. Mavers, I didn't think you had it in you” he speaks, surprised, but clearly enjoying it. Quite frankly I didn't know I had it in me either, I don't know what it is about Carlos, but he makes me want to be naughty.

Once he's securely tied, at the top and bottom, I take a step back and survey my handiwork. He is trussed up good and proper and entirely at my mercy.

I start at his ankles, slowly running my hands up his legs as I crawl up the bed towards his growing erection, but I just skim past it and up on to his chest.

“I want to touch you” he begs, pulling at his restraints.

“I know” I answer cockily, running my tongue up his neck and along his strong jaw line. He lifts his head instinctively to kiss me, but just before our lips meet, I retreat back down.

Caressing his smooth chest with my hands I lean down and flick my tongue over his nipple, I know how good it feels when he does it to me, but I've never thought of doing it to a man. He breathes in sharply, his erection now pushing up against my belly, he must like it; I play around a little more, sucking and nibbling, his hips are pushing up furiously.

“I need to touch you” he begs again.

“Shh!” I admonish him giving him a light, warning slap to the face, I'm really getting carried away with the power. His eyes widen, gobsmacked, but still grinning in awe.

I sit down, straddling him, so his penis is pressed down onto him and run my finger from the hollow of his neck all the way down to where the tip of it rests on his abdomen; but before I touch it I lift my finger into my mouth and suck it, letting him see my tongue ravish it.

“Uuuhh, yes sweetness” he murmurs, hypnotised.

I return my hand back to where it was and use my lubricated finger to massage the head of his penis. He starts moaning with pleasure, grinding his hips below me, “That feels amazing”

“Do you want more?” I ask.

“Yes I want more” he pleads.

I move back so when I bend forward I can take his big cock into my mouth, twirling my tongue around where my finger was before plunging down and sending him into a frenzy; his wrists and ankles are straining at their ties to get free, a mix of enjoyment and utter frustration tearing him apart.

I move up his body and push him inside of me, slowly moving up and down, pausing at the top, then sinking back down.

When I feel like I've tortured him enough I arch my back and pull at the scarf releasing his ankles then repeat it with his hands. The very second he is free, he springs up, grabbing hold of me and throwing me to one side making me shriek, so now I'm on my back, with him baring down on me.

He takes all his built up frustration and pounds it into me, while his hands grab greedily at every inch of my body and his lips press hard against my own.

By the time we reach climax we are both sweating profusely and gasping for air, our arms and legs sticking out all over the place and our hearts beating so fast it feels as though they might burst out of our chests at any given second.

Normally after sex we both bask in a happy, comfortable exhaustion, but there’s an unusually pensive look on Carlos’s face as if his mind is a million miles away, “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing sweetness, I was just thinking about Friday” Friday, the day I’m due to go home, including today, it’s just three full days left; my flight back is at eleven am so with check in times and the four hour journey back to the airport, I will need to leave here at about five am, so it doesn’t really count as another day of holiday.

“What were you thinking about it?”

“That I don't want you to go.” he states sadly, “Is there any way you could stay?”

Of course I want nothing more than to stay here with him, but I have a job and a new house, responsibilities I can't just abandon.

“I don't want to go either, but I can't stay. If I don't go back to work I'll be fired”

“Then get fired” he pleads, clinging onto me with everything he has, “I have enough money to support us”

“That's not the point, I love my job and it's not like I could get another one here without speaking the language” everything about this romance has been too good to be true, so it's easy to get caught up in the fantasy, but I need to remain level headed. He could support me I'm sure, but ultimately, with his family already thinking I'm after his money, it would cause more trouble than it's worth. Plus it would be near impossible for me to get any other job here and even if I did, it wouldn't be as good as the one I currently have. I love my job in advertising and I've worked hard for years to get where I am now, I can't just throw all that away on a whim.

“I know,” he admits defeated, “I just can't stand the idea of losing you”

“You're not losing me, I just have to go back. Why don't you come back with me?” I hadn't thought about bringing him home with me before, I would have to work, but a lot of it I could do from home so he wouldn't be stuck on his own all the time.

“I would love that sweetness, but my parents would go mad. I've already missed so much work in the last three weeks, because of you” he jokes, “and we have a big conference next week that I have to be at”

This is why they are holiday romances, because in reality, when the holiday is over and you have to go back to real life, it's impossible to continue.

“How long would it be till you would be able to come to England?” I give one last attempt to keep our dream alive.

He ponders it for a minute before delivering the disheartening blow, “At least another six weeks, if I worked double time and could get ahead of myself, I could probably take a two week holiday. What about you?” there's hope in his voice, as he wills me to be able to come back sooner.

“I've used all the holiday I have, I only get twenty one days a year and this was it. I don't get any more now until October.” another four months away and even if I could wait that long, the most I could come back for is another three weeks and we both know how that isn't long enough.

I hate talking about it, I guess we've known all along that we have a three week limit, but we've never spoken about it, so there was always hope that something might delay the inevitable.