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Thirty-Nine
Connie
The followingday I awake to the foreign sound of the coconut palms rustling in the breeze and tiny little birds chirping in the morning sunlight. It’s warm inside the hut, but not overbearing. There’s a lazy kind of humidity in the air that engulfs us both in a light sheen of sweat. Next to me Malakai is sleeping peacefully, his lean arm clutching the thin sheet around his waist. His tattoos swirl a deeper black, and his tan skin is darker than I’ve ever seen it before, more a deep mahogany than a dark oak. Pressing a soft kiss against his shoulder, I slide out of bed, revelling in the feeling of my nakedness and the exotic ocean breeze cooling my skin and filling my nose with the scent of the island’s native plant, the Desert Rose. A strange but beautiful tree, the Desert Rose has thick silver bark that twines upwards to reveal delicate white and pink blooms.
It’s paradise here.
In need of a wash to rid myself of yesterday’s travel and the still heady scent of sex, I enter the bathroom and switch on the faucet to the waterfall shower. Light beads of water fall from a large circular showerhead into the wet room that is separated from the toilet and sink by a wall of glass. Beneath my feet pretty, colourful tiles with intricate patterns, cover the whole floor giving the space both a flash of colour and a luxurious feel. A floor to ceiling window looks out onto the island’s foliage and a winding path that leads up to the main resort a quarter of a mile away.
Stepping under the spray, I close my eyes against the droplets of water and smile. Happiness, like nothing I’ve felt before, pulls up my lips and warms my skin. I’m so glad I came. I’m so glad I sought Malakai out and took our future into my hands. From this day forward, we can finally live. Grabbing hold of the shampoo bottle tucked into an alcove in the shower, I pour some liquid into my hand and start rubbing it into my hair. The scent of this island explodes in my senses and I start to hum a tune that has been bubbling within my chest ever since Malakai told me that he loves me. Massaging my scalp, then rinsing the suds away, I begin to sing the words that form in my head.
“Morning, Little Siren. May I join you?” Malakai says from the doorway. I laugh a little, feeling caught up in my happiness. But he doesn’t seem perturbed by it. There’s a lightness about him that wasn’t there before.
“Of course,” I respond, holding my hand out to Malakai. He takes it and steps under the water with me.
“You were singing,” he says, picking up a bar of delicious smelling soap and lathering it up in his hands. When he has enough, he starts to massage the cleansing bubbles over my shoulders and arms.
“I was…” My breath hitches as his large hands move over my collar bone and cup my breasts which are already heavy and achy for his touch.
“Did I ever tell you that you have a beautiful voice?” he asks, an open smile warming his face as he squeezes my breasts gently before moving his hand lower over the softness of my stomach.
“You did once, on the deck by your boat. You caught me singing then too…” Words and thoughts are snatched away as Malakai gently washes my pussy. He cups me there, just holding my warmth in the palm of his hand as he stares deep into my eyes. It’s one of the sexiest things he’s done.
“You took my breath away, Connie. That morning, when I heard your voice, I was drawn inexplicably towards the sound. I didn’t know it was you until I saw you sitting on the bench with your eyes closed and your head tipped back…” He stops speaking for a moment and crowds me with his body, forcing me back against the glass partition that feels cool against my heated back. Water runs in rivulets over his skin, catching in the scruff on his face, dropping from his plump, kissable lips. I want to lick off every single droplet and a flush of red-hot heat blooms beneath my skin at the thought.
He leans over and brushes his mouth against mine, parting the seam of my lips with the tip of his tongue, before murmuring against my mouth. “I think that was the moment I knew I was in trouble,” he explains, pulling back slightly and shaking his head as though he can’t believe we’re even standing here now.
“In trouble?” I ask, running my hands up and over the dips and grooves of his stomach and chest. My fingers find purchase in his chest hair, and I tug a little, loving how his already stiff cock leaps at the sensation.
His lip cocks up in a smile as his eyes darken with lust. “Yes. I knew you were an impossibility. I also knew I wanted you. That never stopped. Not ever. Not in all the times we were apart. I wanted you, Connie. I just didn’t know how to keep you.”
“Shh, don’t. We’re together now, there’s no need to go over our past mistakes.”
“But what if I mess this up?”
“You won’t. I won’t let you,” I respond, my hands running over his slick skin, my fingers tracing the deep v-muscle that leads to his beautiful, angry cock.
“I’ve never been in a relationship before…” he mutters, pressing his forehead against mine, his eyes fluttering shut as I palm his dick with one hand, and cup his balls with the other.
“Me neither. We’ll figure this out together, okay?” I squeeze his thick shaft with the question. Malakai jerks in my hand and presses himself into me before dropping his lips to my mouth. “Okay,” he responds, then shudders as I use the tip of his cock to run between the seam of my parted slit. “You know I’m about five seconds away from fucking you, right?”
“Oh, I know,” I reply, smiling beneath his kisses.
Malakai rears backwards, his moss green eyes almost black with lust. “You’ve bewitched me,” he grinds out before drawing me into his arms and pulling at my hips so that I climb up around him.
“You love it. Should I get on my knees and suck your cock again, or perhaps I should ride your face?”
Malakai slaps my arse, leaving a sting that he smooths away with a kiss on my lips and rub of his hand. “You, Little Siren, are about to get fucked.”
Dripping wet and filled with heat, Malakai carries me back into the bedroom and throws me onto the bed. I bounce a couple times, laughing the whole time as he storms towards the bedside cabinet and yanks open the drawer pulling out another condom.
“No, don’t,” I say, rising up onto my elbows.
“What?” he looks at me wide-eyed, a flush of heat evident beneath his beautiful tan.
“I want to feel you bare, Malakai. I trust you to pull out when the time comes.”
He does this kind of growly, rumbling noise that makes my heart thunder and my toes curl with anticipation.
