He quickly returned our snacks to the cooler and folded the large blanket, insisting on carrying both as we left the beach. Following a path through the sand dunes, he led me to a gate, different from the one we had taken when we’d left earlier. Even with his hands full he managed to unhook the latch and gallantly held it open for me.
Stepping past the lush vegetation along the fence I was surprised to find a large infinity pool, a hot tub with a waterfall perpetually pouring warm water gracefully perched above the deep end. Appealing lounge chairs surrounded three sides, two of them resting close together in the shallow water where the tile faded from pool to patio. On the far side was an inviting cabana, offering shade from the hot sun and comfortable sofas for relaxing. A wrought iron dining table and chairs overlooked this area from its raised deck adjacent to an incredible outdoor stone kitchen, closer to the house.
I was once again awed by the excessive extravagance of his home.
Placing the sandy items from the beach next to the fence he pulled me into his arms, his muscular body pressed to mine, his hands stroking my hair. The moment was both tender and arousing, almost as if her were expressing deep emotions without words.
What was he thinking? Did he feel the same connection I was beginning to sense? I’d known him less than 24 hours but already I was starting to imagine a future together. Was it possible this smart, successful, charming man could want to be with someone like me? Could he fall for a nobody, a plain Jane from a middle-class family? I fervently hoped so. I couldn’t imagine anything more perfect.
A delicate kiss on the top of my head shifted my attention back to him and I turned my gaze up to meet his. Bending, his kiss ignited exquisite anticipation within me. With my focus on that one point of contact I barely noticed as he slowly walked forward, gently forcing me back. I only became fully aware of our movement when my foot reached the warm water.
He continued to propel me deeper into the pool, until the water almost reached my shoulders. Stopping, his lips moved down my neck to graze my shoulder. Apparently finding the string holding my bikini top in place intrusive, he untied the knot and let it fall away from my chest. He caressed my warm skin with the tip of his tongue, sending the blood pumping through my veins. With a soft moan I leaned back slightly, welcoming his touch, allowing him to support me with his embrace.
Slowly working his way back from my chest he pulled me closer to him, finally removing his meandering lips and resting his cheek on top of my head. As he held me tightly he untied the final knot holding my top in place and let it fall into the water.
After several minutes he guided me from the water and led me to one of the lounge chairs at the edge of the pool.
“We should stop before I go too far,” he announced, his voice husky. The hungry look in his eyes contradicted his words. I too struggled to contain my emotions. I almost begged him not to stop, pleaded with him to finish what he had started, but he was right; I wasn’t ready. With a mixture of relief and disappointment I laid on the chair as he retrieved drinks from a small refrigerator concealed discreetly nearby.
Closing my eyes I was surprised at how relaxed I felt, especially now that I was topless. I’ve never been particularly comfortable with nudity but somehow with Clay it just seemed natural. Right before I drifted off to sleep I reflected on how time here appeared to be as abundant as the luxury, like we had all the time in the world.
This post is in response to the daily writing prompt Abundant and is part of something longer I am working on.
This post is a part of the story about the ex and comes after We Were Carefree as We Played on the Beach.