Leave me Your Coments
BirdsandStars
Christian wakes me up when we're told to land in Barcelona for a stopover. We dress in the clothes of the suitcase and sit in our seats. I don't remember falling asleep, I don't even remember when Christian came out of me and lay down next to me.
In Barcelona we had some dinner before continuing our journey to the Maldives. And the rest of the flight passes quickly as we watch several comedies that don't let us stop laughing.
Christian carries a backpack on his back and the other on one shoulder while he wraps his fingers around mine. We walk along the dock towards the yacht. This time he doesn't let go of my hand as we both jump onto the yacht.
It is night and I see him leading me through the back doors of the yacht. He leads me to the lower deck and to the door at the end of the corridor. He opens it and walks in, leaving the bags on the floor. I stare at the bed. This room brings back exciting memories. I feel Christian hugging me from behind.
—Let's get some rest, we'll need it for tomorrow. —he says to me as he kisses my neck and starts to undress me.
—You just said we were going to rest. —I scold him as I let him get rid of my clothes.
—And we're going to do it, naked, skin to skin. —he says to me as he continues his work and I laugh out loud.
The movement of the water against the yacht and the sun on my face wakes me up. Christian isn't by my side, so I guess he's driving the yacht. I sit on the bed and see a note on the pillow next to me.
Put something on for a dip, or don't put anything on.
Christian
I get out of bed and look in my backpack for something to wear. As I check, I realize who it was that packed the suitcase.
Christian.
Inside the backpack there are almost no clothes, just some panties, more lace than normal. And only one set of bikinis. I take it and my toiletries and go to the bathroom and without thinking I put it on. Outside the sun is very low, so I must have slept more than 12 hours. I go out looking for Christian and find him shirtless, preparing an appetizer, I don't think I can call it breakfast at this hour.
—Good afternoon. —he says to me when I get to his side and kiss him on the corner of his mouth.
He just looks at me with a frown, but he says nothing. I just wear the bikini set, nothing else. I sit down to eat the light snack he has prepared while Christian looks at me sideways.
That look.
When I'm done, he quickly picks things up without giving me time to do anything and takes me by the hand.
—You come with me? —he says to me as he pulls me towards the upper deck.
We're in the middle of the ocean with nothing but open sea in every direction. The view from up here is breathtaking. The sun is almost setting and we are still far from the island. But the ocean is calm. The water hits the yacht, creating a slight sway that is barely noticeable. I approach the railing at the back and rest my arms as I admire the sunset in front of me. Then I feel a finger slip down my neck and slowly go down my back and a moment later it is pulling the strip off the top of the bikini. And it falls to the ground. I cannot move from where I am standing, not when he is seducing me like this. He puts both hands on my waist and brings them down to both sides of the bikini and pulls the straps from the sides.
I'm naked, on the deck of the yacht.
—What do you think of the sunset, Ana? —he says in a whisper in my ear.
—Spectacular. —I say to him with heavy breathing.
—I want to make love to you... —he says as he turns me over in his arms. —With that sunset as a curtain. —he says as he slips a finger across my half-open lips.
I can't talk, I can't think, not when he looks at me in that sexy way. I raise my hands to his chest, I caress the wings of the phoenix as I lose myself in his gaze.
—I haven't stopped you. —I tell him in a whisper.
And quickly I have his hands on my buttocks and his lips against mine. I jump and tangle my legs around his waist. His lips devour mine desperately. The anxiety we both have is desperate. Next thing I know, he's laying me down on one of the deckchairs. He separates his lips from mine and begins to come down over my body. I try to wrap my legs around his waist, but he's already in my belly. He lowers his hands and opens my legs to slowly devour me, making me moan.
I hold on tightly to the edge of the lounger as I open my legs wider to give him better access. His tongue slides delightfully down my clitoris. And at that moment I think of raising my head a little. And I see him, his gaze fixed on mine as he slides his tongue down my sex.
Remember I said that the most erotic image had been when we crossed our gazes on the panoramic glass while he possessed me. I stand corrected. This is much more erotic. Seeing his eyes darken with pleasure as he slowly slips his tongue across my sex makes me quickly start to convulse.
—Do you like what I do to you? —he asks me with a pause.
—Don't stop. —I tell him as he smiles at me and does again what he was doing.
This is too much and there comes a time when I can't keep my eyes open. But I open them quickly when he inserts a finger inside me as he goes up my body. As he slowly moves his finger in a circle and presses it against the front of my belly I groan audibly. As it passes over my breasts it devours them, pulling the nipples with its teeth, making me squirm with pleasure underneath it. His lips reach mine, he pulls the lower lip and then the upper lip before inserting his tongue into my mouth.
Every second the desire in me increases even more. I cling to his back tightly as I bury my nails. Then I stop feeling the finger inside me. Christian separates his lips from mine, stares at me as he enters slowly inside me. At no time does he stop looking at me. And when he goes all the way in, he stays still inside me.
—I want to stay like this forever... —he says to me as he brushes his nose against mine. —Burying myself deep inside you, doing nothing but looking into our eyes.
—Sounds tempting, the idea. —I tell him with a smile.
—But I know that's not what you want. —he says to me as he withdraws briefly and slowly enters me, tearing out a groan. —You want me to bury myself in you again... —he withdraws and enters again. —…and again. —he comes back out and enters me again. — Increasing the intensity of my movements... —he says to me as he begins to accelerate the onslaught. —Making you slowly begin to lose control. —I tangle my legs at his waist while I hold tightly to his shoulders and his back. —Till you forget everything and all you can think about is me, filling you up completely.
Just at that moment Christian joins his lips to mine and I stop thinking coherently, my walls tighten around him as I groan against his lips. I can feel every touch, from his body against mine, the warmth of his limb inside me and how it gets harder every second. Christian groans against my lips as he clings to my shoulders tightly.
His movements become uncontrollable as I feel him filling me up completely and I letting go too. His movements begin to drop in intensity with the last moans that escape our lips and Christian drops next to my body with his breath as fast as mine.
I caress his hair as I watch the orange and violet sky show the remains of the sunset.
—This is the best sunset I have ever seen. —I confess with a smile.
Christian laughs out loud as he sits up briefly.
—I know how much you love to watch sunsets, and I wanted you to see one you'd never forget.
—Believe me, I'm never going to forget this one.
—I wish we could stay like this forever, but I have to take the yacht to the island. —I get a kiss on the lips and it separates from me.
Christian picks up his clothes from the floor and puts them on quickly before disappearing down the stairs. I sit and watch the wreckage of the sunset. I get up and pick up the bikini from the floor before going down to the lower deck. The yacht begins to move slowly through the water as I put my bikini back on and sit and watch the water break against the yacht. I am so entertained that I don't even notice when it has stopped, until I see Christian with the backpacks on his shoulder.
—We're here. —he says to me, holding out his hand.
He's put on a white shirt and I see him holding out a short and a blouse. I put them on quickly and we get off the yacht.
The dock is lit up and I quickly jump onto it while Christian moors the yacht. He takes me by the hand and leads me to the island.
—I'm starving. —I tell him as I head towards the kitchen.
—I leave the backpacks in the room and come back to help you.
I open the fridge and I'm surprised to see that it is fully equipped. I take out some beef steaks and put them to defrost while I continue to look for ingredients in the fridge. I take a knob of concentrated broth and a packet of pre-cooked potatoes.
Christian comes back, steals a kiss from me, and disappears again.
I look in the pantries and pull out a knob of olive oil, salt, pepper. I open the fridge again and take out chili, onion, and garlic.
—Perfect, now all I need is the red wine.
—This wine. —he says to me as he puts two bottles of wine on the marble kitchen counter.
—You read my mind. —I answer with a smile as I start to prepare dinner.
Christian opens one of the bottles and takes two glasses to serve the wine.
I take out a cutting board and take a knife, but Christian takes it out of my hand.
—This knife is a danger in your hands. —he says to me with a smile as he puts it aside and starts washing the vegetables.
I take the glass and take a sip before I put a pan to heat with olive oil to fry the potatoes and the plate for the steaks. I caress Christian every time I walk behind him, and he just laughs as he continues to cut. I put the steaks on the griddle and the potatoes to fry. As soon as Christian finishes with the vegetables I put them with the broth in a pot. He turns to me, takes the skimmer out of my hand and puts it on the side of the plateau, grabs me by the waist and sits me on it.
—How am I supposed to cook this way?—I ask him curiously.
Christian puts his hands on my thighs and opens my legs. He stands between my legs and sticks his forehead to mine.
—You sit there while I kiss you. —he says to me as he joins his lips to mine. —And you tell me what I should do. —another kiss.
—We're going to burn our potatoes. —I tell him with a smile.
I watch him take the skimmer and stir the potatoes before he takes them out and puts them in the drain. He adds more potatoes and stirs the broth while adding some olive oil. Put the utensils back aside and he come again between my legs. He places his hands on my hips and stares at me.
—I've never asked you where you learned to cook.
—I helped Elliot from time to time, and he taught me a few things. —he says to me with a smile.
—Did he teach you how to make the delicious ice cake?
—I don't think that recipe is ever going to be taught to anyone.—he says, laughing, as he walks away from me again.
He turns the steaks on the grill, stirs the potatoes and the broth that is already decaying and begins to give off a delicious smell. He returns to me and takes his glass for a long sip. Then he takes the bottle, fills the glass and pours some over the broth.
—I don't think you need me to tell you what to do, you are very good at cooking. —I tell him with a smile as I watch him take out the potatoes.
I take my glass and I am mesmerized watching him cook. He increases the power of the broth and looks for two dishes that he puts on the counter.
He turns off the grill and covers the steaks. He stirs the little broth that is left, which has become a thick sauce, and he turns it off by covering it as well.
—Dinner is ready, but I think we should wait for it to cool down a bit. —he says to me with a radiant smile. —We can take a bath in the meantime. — he says to me as he walks in my direction.
—Well, let's have a bath. —I tell him as I bring the glass back to my lips, but Christian takes it away before the wine can touch them.
—No more wine until dinner. —he says to me with a smile as he puts the glass aside and takes me by the hand. —Come on.
