The One Addicted (23 page)

My heart is beating so fast, my bottom swivelling to meet his punishing pumps, tight pussy sucking on him.
God he’s big, he is practically touching my womb. Fuck me!

“You want it harder, baby? With my pleasure.”

I must have spoken aloud. He clasps an ankle and lifts my leg to his shoulder, maintaining his grip. My pelvis tilts, giving him better access and scissoring my trembling body onto his cock. My tits begin to bounce as he surges into me, the only sound our panting and the slapping noise of his balls hitting my body.
 

“Look at me. Let us watch one another when we come.”

My eyes lock onto his, glittering black and sexy as hell, the message clear; don’t look away. I shiver as I’m stretched further and feel the first twitches of his undoing. The moment is so profound that the stirrings of my own climax takes me unawares. I cry out in surprise, closing my eyes to capture the pleasure, just for a second.

“Look at me, Lucia.”
 

They fly open on his command and heat burns over my clitoris, just seeing my wanton reflection in his honest eyes, full of fire and lust. His balls tighten, his grip on my breast too and I watch as his lips roll white; I know he is about to come.

“Come inside me.” I repeat my earlier invitation.

“Fuck!”

He explodes as I tighten around his cock, waves of delight so extreme I jerk with the violence of them. I can feel his semen gush inside me, the condom not enough of a barrier to stop the sensation of hot arousal.

He bucks into me, twitching the last remnants of his love inside before collapsing and cradling me to his body. I smile into his beautiful face, cupping it with both palms as I kiss him with every part of my being. This man is everything to me and I will my feelings to pour from my eyes to his.

“I’m addicted to you.” He nuzzles against my nose, with his to soften the ferocity of our lovemaking as our heartbeats slow, to a normal rhythm.

I know how he feels and a sliver of fear shoots through me at the fierceness of my feelings for this man.

“Me too.”
 

“I seriously can’t get enough of you.”

Moving from me, the cold hits my body immediately but not because I’m chilled; I crave his skin, his touch, his lips at all times. The bed dips as he disappears for a few seconds before returning to the bed to envelope me within his arms and once again I feel complete. His gentle kiss at my temple encourages me to curl into his embrace, my bottom pushing against his cock, which is solid once again. I turn to question with raised brows.

“It rarely goes down in your company, my darling. Damned nuisance if you’re not around.” His deep throated chuckle is full of sex and play. “Not going to be a problem this trip though - you’re going to be fucked in so many ways and so many places you won’t be able to walk straight when I’m finished with you.”

The words are whispered into my ear, his fingers stroking my hair back from my neck in unison, alighting the erogenous zones there. “Your throat will be red raw from calling my name as I eat your juicy pussy and send you spiralling over the edge.” A kiss lands on my shoulder and my nipple puckers in response. “And your body will be aching for my touch…” His fingers pinch my nipple, elongating it and brushing delicately back and forth. “…only my touch, at all times. Every time you think about me, you’ll have a memory of me licking that plump clit of yours, burying myself between your thighs, pinning you against a wall, my tongue in every orifice. There will be
nothing
between us, baby.”

I consider his words, my pussy becoming slicker by the second, so turned on by the dirty talk before I respond. “Do you promise?”

“Always.”

We kiss deeply, unspoken feelings uncoiling and pouring from us passionately. “ I think I could get used to flying like this - this hasn’t stressed me at all.”

“You
could
, could you?” his chuckle is a lovely sound, echoing within the cabin bedroom.

“Oh yes - but I’m not sure what we just participated in should be called the Mile High club…”

“Really? And what would you call it, Ms. Myers?”

“Oh definitely
The Smile in the Sky Club
!” Seb’s deep laugh is contagious as we cuddle in Egyptian cotton sheets, and sip champagne - the height of luxury. “I have to agree a much better name for it. Welcome to your first taste of The Smile in the sky Club, lady - now lie back and lets put another smile on your gorgeous face whilst I fuck you to heaven and back.”

*****

         
A light rest and a shower and change later, we are being shown to the Presidential Villa at The Four Seasons resort in the Maldives on a sunny Sunday afternoon. I still can’t believe we are here. Sebastian had finally relented and informed me of our destination as we were about to land at Male airport. He’d had no choice, when he’d seen my stricken face, after a quick glimpse out of the window. It had appeared that we were to land in the sea - talk about dealing with my phobia at gunpoint!
 

Now with my feet firmly on terra firma, the glittering white sands and blue ombre waters surrounding us are more than enough to make the extensive journey all worthwhile. It is the most beautiful place I have ever seen; tranquil and mystical; each island bobbing in the water like stepping-stones on a path to the Promised Land. Sebastian’s eyes glint with mischief and excitement as we walk hand in hand from the small golf buggy style car which has driven us to our door. En route, I have seen the calibre of the small villas on offer to the hotel guests and they are seriously high-end luxury but nothing prepares me for The Presidential Villa.

“Welcome, Mr. and Mrs. Silver, to the Presidential Suite. I will be your Butler - your wish is my command.” A well-dressed Maldivian male introduces himself to us.
Rather like a Genie
and I shrug my shoulders in happiness - this is all too much but I love it. I also notice that Sebastian does not correct him as to our marital status. Mrs. Silver sounds worryingly good and I bite my lip, forcing myself not to travel down that path, it was not in our cards.
Enjoy the here and now babe - remember your motto.

The accommodation lives up to its title, exuding unsurpassed luxury at every turn and as our Butler, whom we now know as Mohammed, gives us a tour around the palatial Villa, I make a mental note to take pictures of everything for Suzie and Abby; they’d be so envious. Dark wood floors gleam beneath our feet, with every care taken to set the scene for romance. A huge, open lounge and bar area flow out to the back of the Villa, where I can see the infinity pool and private access to the beach. Then we reach the bedroom, which is enormous. Flowers, champagne on ice and chocolates fill the majestic suite, where a huge statement battered copper headboard supports a pure white bed, covered in rose petals and white voile blowing in the air-conditioned breeze. A circular glass bath is sunken into the floor in the corner of the room and only upon nearing, I realise that you can see the sea beneath, clear as day. The bathroom is more of the same, high-spec, in coppers and greys, with plenty of white and letting the outside in. It really felt like we were part of the island.

“Royalty have stayed here and now this will be your abode for the duration of your stay.” Mohammed adds proudly.

Seb’s pat on my bottom is combined with a whispered, “Only the best for my princess.”

I think I can manage four days of this.
 

“Your things will be unpacked if you require?”

“No, thank you Mohammed. Mrs. Silver and I will see to that. We are keen to absorb what’s on offer.”
 

My raised brows are rewarded with a wink and a blown kiss before Seb all but throws our Butler out on his coat tails “Please buzz when you need my assistance.”

Bridging the gap between us, Sebastian crosses the space in long easy strides, his sexy body oozing a powerful edge; the look of unadulterated raw passion in his eyes flows and is reciprocated in my own,
 
as our eyes lock. His palm clasps my back, pulling me towards his body and jerking my head upwards to look directly into his face and immediately I tremble at the need I see mirrored there.

“I thought he’d never fuck off - I can’t think when I’m around you.” His growl is full of emotion as he reaches out to graze my lips with his knuckles and then his mouth presses hard down onto mine; his tongue warm and wet, dipping inside to tease. I am weak at the knees by the time we stop to take a breath.
 

“Stop. Stop!” I laugh as he grinds his cock against me in defiance.
“Seb! Stop. We’ve just arrived. Let’s go explore!”

“I’m trying to!” His petulant voice makes me smile.
 

“I mean outside, not in my panties!”

“You’re banned from wearing them this holiday from here on out.”

“What? Even the beautiful lingerie you bought me?”

“Even those.”

“Even the crotchless ones?” The twinkle in my eye earns me a growl - I’m treading dangerously close to being tumbled right there on the cool wood floorboards in the open lounge.
“Even those.”

“Even bikini bottoms?” I love that this fries his brain; he’s definitely not thought his ridiculous demand through and his exasperated reply is entertaining.

“Jesus, Lu - Ok, you can wear those, but only ones with easy access.”

“Ever the controller.” I kiss him lightly on the cheek and head towards the bedroom, quick to put a little space between us. We’d been together for nearly 24 hours and I need a moment to breathe. “Give me a moment to unpack and adjust to my surroundings and I’ll meet you out by the pool.”

I can see the torment he goes through, to just give in and allow me to do as I please and adjusting his obvious hard-on, agrees with a disgruntled nod. “I’ll check my emails in the office and get us some drinks. Don’t be long, baby - I want to enjoy every second of the next few days with you - by my side and available to me at all times.”

At all times.
It sounds like bliss to me, I muse as I pad into the luxurious suite but I need to retain some normality so as not to crash too hard when we come back down to reality.

Twenty minutes later and everything is unpacked, Seb’s included and I head to the bathroom to change. This will be the first time we’ve resided together for more than a day and it feels exciting but I’m still nervous - I haven’t lived with a man for over a year and I’m suddenly shy at the openness of this palace. Not a bloody door in sight - there’d better be one for the bathroom!
 

I slip into a brand new turquoise and gold bikini, tie a black sarong at my hips and decide against footwear. I’m feeling on high alert, every nerve ending awakened, my sex buzzing and slick from our earlier kiss and I rub my thighs together to appease the ache. The lack of clothing over the next few days would make it difficult to hide my obvious reactions to his presence. One last look in the mirror and on a whim, I grab one of the fuchsia hibiscus flowers from the many around the room and pop it behind one ear, tucking my hair back and over one shoulder. I feel like a native now and worthy enough for the touch of Mr. Silver. My confidence grows as I hear his sensual drawl beckoning me to join him. His hiss of approval boosts me as I confidently accept the offered Mojito; the crushed sugar, tart against my lips.
 

“This place is out of this world, Seb.”

Our eyes connect and I smile at his loss for words. “Hmm mmm - knock out.” His eyes remain on me, and not the idyllic lagoon at our fingertips. I beam, pleased I’ve turned him on and going by the tent in the swim shorts he’s changed into, his reaction is virile.

I take a moment to run a hand across his tanned skin, and snuggle into his warmth before once again admiring the view before us, in all its glory. “Thank you for bringing me here.”

“You’re welcome, baby. Now let’s swim!”

*****