The One Addicted (26 page)

All good here - hope you’re having fun in the sun. I’m forwarding you all your pertinent emails.
 

Colin says to call him when you get to Dubai - he has man trouble :)

Smiling, I reel off a quick reply and a text to Colin, then auto-lock the phone, replacing it under my sarong for safety, before I turn up the music on the sound system. I beam as Calvin Harris’ Summer, belts out into our tranquil private villa and then drop to sit at the edge of the cobalt blue infinity pool. It ran alongside the edge of the decking, built into the sea, from the villa and was perfect for someone who loved the smell of the sea but preferred the feel of the pool water - seeing what was beneath my feet was definitely a must in my book, especially without my hero here to encourage me.
 

I kick lazy swirls in the water, and rest back onto my arms, throwing my head back with closed eyes. Bliss! Here I didn’t have to think about work (although I must admit I’ve already completed some designs for The Gilded Fox). Toni & Ray were a distant sour memory and Sebastian and I were actually becoming a real couple. Things were going really smoothly and I wouldn’t have wanted to experience such an amazing place with anyone else.

I continue to circle my legs in the water, the temperature cooling me down and wiggle the top of my body in time to the beat. “When I met you in the Summer….”

Then jump in shock as I feel the water beneath me ripple and my legs grabbed. My eyes fling open and I’m met with the delicious sight of Sebastian, wet and slick between my thighs. What a vision.
I have to pinch myself sometimes; I really am a lucky lady.

“When did you get home?”

“Just now - enjoyed listening to you singing and watching you dance.” His wink and deep chuckle is engaging, as I’m flashed lovely white teeth in his freshly bronzed face. He really is a spectacular specimen.

I splash water across him and am rewarded with another deep resonating laugh. It was lovely to see him so relaxed and drawing him into me with the strength of my calves, I plant a kiss on his wet head.

“How was the dive?”

“Ah, Lu, it was out of this world. The colours, the detail - just incredible - I wish you could have been there, baby.”

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine - I just know with your love of colour and design it would have been just up your alley.”

I lean back and using my forearms push off from the edge and slide apprehensively in to the water. “God its cold.” His arms are around my waist in a flash - the hard sinewy muscles, coated in hair, tickling against my smooth skin and sending crackling sensations all over me.

“Let me warm you up. I know something else that wants to be up your alley…”

My grin is quick but short-lasting as his lips press against mine, his warm, wet tongue slipping inside to deepen our connection. I wrap my arms around his shoulders pulling him closer to me, and run my palms across his head, then withdraw to kiss his jawline and suckle an adorable earlobe. The ferocity of my feelings for this man is all-consuming and I can’t stop the words tumbling out.

“I missed you today.”

We both pull back and lock eyes. Cradling each other, in the luxurious pool, on the edge of the sea in the middle of the Indian Ocean, time stands still. His blackened bedroom eyes, glittering in the sun, lashes dripping, face full of droplets, beautiful full mouth just waiting to ravish me. I feel blessed. I am blessed. The moment is surreal and one that would be imprinted on my mind for eternity.

“Me too. Nearly didn’t make it to the dive - the thought of your hot little body available, on tap. Let’s make up for lost time and go have ourselves a siesta, put my diving training to the test - I can now hold my breath under water for a considerable amount of time, imagine the possibilities….”

I push away from his sexy grin, as the intense moment turns to playful, splashing water at him in my attempts to escape and I manage to climb the few corner steps out of the pool, before running like a giggling teenager in the direction of the villa’s open doors. I make it about halfway before the air whips underneath my feet and I’m slung like a rag-doll into his arms.

“I told you not to overdo it, lady - you need to preserve your energy - I’m going to be enjoying you for hours.”

I look up into his eyes - playtime now over and reach up to cup his face tenderly. We reach the bedroom, the air conditioning cocooning my body in welcome refrigeration and I’m lowered to meet him. As my feet touch the ground he kisses me with such a passion I’m lost and with each delicious kiss I wonder if it’s even possible to lose ourselves further?

Reaching around my back, I feel his fingers untie the sash tie fastening and hear my moan as the white bikini bra-top drops to the floor, releasing my aching breasts in a flash. I feel my nipples pebble, and whimper as a light breeze dusts over them, sheathing them in a layer of goosebumps.
Touch me. Please.

 
“I’ve needed to see these all day.”

“I’d have been happy to go topless - wanted to in fact.”
 

His guffaw at my suggestion depicts his disgust. “Over my dead body. No one but
me
, sees these.”
 

“Sebastian, there is no one around - we’re staying in the Presidential Villa for goodness sake and you didn’t stop me all the times we’ve sexed it up out here.”

“That was different - I was here with you and I booked this place, so that I can have you all to myself and so that you remain safe. You deserve only the best.”

His thumb pads over a nipple back and forth and I close my eyes at the exquisite ricochet of sensations it sets off all over my body and down between my legs. His touch usually gets me to bite my tongue and allow him to have his own way.

“They are mine.” He lowers his head to drop a gentle kiss where his thumb had been. “For my eyes only and no other man is perving over you - we still have a butler, lady.”

A small part of me is irritated that he’s telling me what to do, but as his mouth swallows my nipple and inwardly traces the tip with his tongue, I go with it. I should be pleased that he’s so territorial about my body -
Hell
-
I am about his.
 

“I’m not keen on white bits.”

“Well then we’ll have to do something about that.”
 

 
The ties at my hips are deftly loosened and I wiggle in encouragement as the matching bikini bottoms fall to accompany the top, leaving me exposed to his greedy eyes.

“Perfection. What a neat little pussy you have - all juicy and ready to be sucked.”

I don’t think I’ll ever get used to his crude words but they awaken all of my erogenous zones, zapping them to life, with a husky voice that is deep and so full of promise, it turns me on in a way I’ve never experienced before him. Both filthy and gentlemanly - that’s my Sebastian; a master of dirty talk with a polished edge.

“Lie on the bed and spread your legs, baby…wide.”

Our eyes lock and I can see the heat there, willing me to obey. I don’t feel the rebellious glimmer raising its fiery head. I want this. Instead I ease myself back onto the bed, holding his gaze every second, whilst I rest back onto my forearms, raise my knees, feet flat to the mattress, before slowly and seductively opening myself to him. Rather than embarrassed I feel freed.

“I wish you could see how hot you look now. This is the evidence right here, Lu.” His hand cups his rock hard cock, tenting in his swim shorts and I will the ties to magically undo themselves and free him to me.
 

I gasp as his fingers plunge inside me, sliding in and out, stretching me. “You’re so wet. God, baby the things I want to do to you.”

“Do them… please!” I beg.

“Not before I’ve taken you to heaven. Now lie back and watch me.”

He drops to his knees, grabbing my hips and possessively scooting me down the bed to meet his mouth. The sight of his tongue deliberately giving a deft wiggle is my undoing. I can feel desire pooling from inside me, my clit growing plumper by the second and I swear I can see it pulsing, beckoning him to lick me. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything sexier than Sebastian between my legs, his strong hands gripping my thighs, spreading me so he can feast upon me. The look in his eyes pure fire; I’ll never tire of it.

“Does that feel good, baby?” He smiles up at me, following it with a swirl around my nub with exquisite slowness.

Oh fuck yes!
“Yes… don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”

Pleasure begins to build as he laves upon me, first slowly then more firmly as he plunges his tongue inside, then replicates the thrusting motion with two fingers. I arch my back in acceptance and rotate my hips.
 

“You’re so wet, lady - so ready for my cock.”

His attention increases until the roller-coaster tummy flops begin to circulate. Warmth emanating between my legs as I climb towards my end goal as his finger plunges inside followed by a second and then slips out. I wriggle to meet his thrust, desperate to feel some part of him inside me but tense as his fingers trace lower, towards my secret place.
WTF?
His mouth fastens over my clit, suckling hard and I jerk upwards in reaction, torn between wanting to push against his mouth and pull away from his prying hand and at that moment his finger slips inside my bottom. Every muscle within me retracts and coils in protest, a virgin to this invasion.

“You are so tight, baby - just relax. I promise you, you’ll like this. Trust me.”

My heart is pounding but the persistent lapping at my pussy and wonderful sensation beginning to build there, helps me relax and I ease back down the bed, his finger slipping a little further inside, each time I push to meet his mouth; my clitoris pounding, frantic to be finished off.
 

“Baby, if you could see how hot you look right now.”

His words are in the distance as I rock my hips in encouragement, his fingers at my bottom, gently testing less than an inch inside and as I begin to relax, a pleasure kick that I’ve never known shunts through me. It feels so erotic, yet entirely intimate and I’m staggered by my body’s reaction to this new aspect of lovemaking.
 

As his tongue flicks back and forth over my quivering nub I explode, lost on that rainbow of glitter. The force of my orgasm rips through me. As I cry out in pleasure pain, my muscles contracting around his mouth and fingers, as he continues to suck on me until I protest profusely.

“I can’t! No more… Seb!”

I’m spent and all I want is for him to crawl over my body and fill me until I can’t breathe because he’s buried so deep inside me, inside my soul and he doesn’t disappoint.

*****

That night, we dine al fresco.
 

I’m careful with my attire and select a red slim fitting maxi dress and add turquoise drops and matching chunky ring, before sliding my feet into flops. The colours show my accelerating tan off nicely and I decide to slick my hair back into a low ponytail and use nothing but mascara, gloss and blush. The beauty of holiday skin, meant I could keep things simple.

I join Sebastian out on the beach, a short while later, after being informed by our butler that
dinner was served
.
 

I could definitely get used to this.

He has his back to me, whilst he watches the waves roll in, and is dressed casually in white pinstriped tailored shorts and a black linen shirt, sleeves rolled back. He looks devastating in this setting and seriously sexy. I pinch myself quickly on my arm as I make my way down the short stack of steps to the sand below, wincing at the slight pain created, but pleased at the reminder that it gives me; this
is
all real. It’s not a dream. I am here with a fucking God, in this setting and I am the luckiest woman alive.

To Seb’s right is a gazebo, draped in white muslin and decorated with flowers and tea-lights. Inside is a table set for two, with crisp white linen, silverware, crystal glasses and our starters. How utterly perfect. I am about to sit down to a luxury meal on our private beach in The Maldives with my best-friend and incredible lover. I wonder what I ever did to get this lucky.

“This looks amazing!” I make way over to my man and he spins at my voice.

“Yes. Yes it does. Come here, beautiful.”

“The starters are on the table already…”

“The food can bloody wait. I’ve a hunger for something far more juicy…” He leans in to kiss me and we hold one another.

“I’m sorry, Silver but I can’t - I need sustenance.”

“I losing out to food huh?”

“Yes but think of all the energy it will give me.” To be honest I’m ravenous. I’d hardly eaten a proper meal since I’d arrived - I’d felt nauseous every day on and off and put it down to the heat and the jet lag. Tonight, I could eat a horse!

We enjoy our starters with gusto, chattering happily, whilst overlooking the sparkling sea, his hand constantly straying to mine for contact, in between, taking a drink, or using his napkin. My foot finding his ankle beneath the table and stroking gently up and down. Our laughter is shared and the ambience romantic and relaxed, as the sun sets majestically in the distance and the candles create an intimate glow around us.
 

“Are you cold, Lu?”

I nod and rub my arms. “A bit.”

He stands, grabs my pashmina from inside and rejoins me, placing it around my shoulders, extracting my hair, his fingers toying lightly at my nape. That one small gesture, one of many over the past few weeks, turned my insides to mush and my pussy to boiling point. I’d distinctly lacked that thoughtfulness in my last relationship.

We’re then served Mas Riha, a Maldavian speciality consisting of, fish curry made from fresh swordfish, ginger, coconut and peppers - which was out of this world, and came with lemon rice and a huge, freshly baked Naan bread to share.

“This is better than any curry from Yorkshire and we’re supposed to deliver the best of the best.” I mumble through a mouthful.
 

“It’s one of my favourites. I’m glad you like. It’s nice to see you finally eat; I was beginning to worry.”