Let it be known that no convertible Mustangs were harmed in the writing of this chapter. That being said, carry on. ;)
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BPOV
It's a gorgeous day for a drive. The temperature is in the mid-eighties, and the sun is blazing, not a cloud in the sky. Even though I'm sad that we just checked out of the Royal Sea Cliff Resort, at least our final ride in the convertible will be a fun one, with the top down all the way from Kona to Hilo.
Our flight to Maui doesn't leave until five this evening, so we can take our time on Hawaii Belt Road and not feel rushed. Edward and I agreed that we'd take the southern extension back to the airport since we traveled the northern route on the day we arrived. Plus we can go to the Punalu'u Bake Shop that we bypassed on our way home from the volcano. I've heard great things about that little bakery, but we had no energy to stop after camping and visiting the black sand beach.
"If you're feeling sleepy, you can take a rest. I don't mind the drive," Edward offers.
"And miss our final ride in this car? Hell, no!" I smile and pull my hair back into a ponytail so it doesn't whip around my face too much.
A few minutes later, we arrive at the bake shop and take our time browsing in the gift shop and visitors' center. I don't turn down any free samples, but I have a hard time trying to convince Edward to indulge.
"Come on, already. This macadamia nut sweetbread is to die for," I attempt to say without spraying crumbs all over the place.
"Woman, you're gonna make me fat," he mutters, but still allows me to feed him the delicious treat. "Damn, that's good." His tongue flicks at my fingers.
"Right?" I lean up and kiss him, licking a wayward sweet morsel from the corner of his mouth, and he groans. I love making him groan. "Something on your mind, Cap'n?"
"You. Always you," he responds with a sex-laced tone, and then stealthily pinches my thigh just inside the inseam of my shorts.
I try to redirect the conversation before I start humping his leg. "Y'know…we've had access to gym facilities at each resort, and don't forget, we played a few games of tennis yesterday." I try to allay his grumblings, but I think I've fallen short.
"Yeah, but then we ate a half gallon of ice cream last night watching the movie!"
"Pssshhh…it wasn't the whole half gallon," I reason, but even I know it was just a smidge gluttonous.
He cocks his eyebrow looking down at me. "You're lucky we've been getting so much exercise in other ways, or else I'd drag your fine ass in front of my commanding officer next month for you to explain why he'll see my cammies looking a little too snug."
"Oh, I'll be happy to let him know how we've been spending our time," I giggle, but then my green monster rears her ugly head. "Just please make sure Mrs. Cullen is with him, oh, and invite her to bring her tall, russet-skinned bestie with her while she's at it!"
Edward's jaw drops open. "Isabella Newton, I cannot believe you just said that."
"Believe it," I challenge. "When we get back to Oahu, don't make me have to rubber stamp your forehead: 'Property of Clementine,' 'cause I'll do it!"
His laugh echoes throughout the bakery as he grabs me with one arm and swiftly pulls my body flush against his. His rock hard muscles scream sex at me while his words are those of sweet comfort. "You have nothing…not a thing to worry about, you hear me?"
I nod, sheepishly.
"Trust me when I say that nobody will question who belongs with whom when I have to get back to work. My actions alone will make it perfectly clear," he adds with a soft kiss. "But just in case there's any question, I'll gladly set people straight, okay?"
"Okay."
"And just so you know, Leah isn't that bad. I still don't know Mrs. Cullen's angle, but Leah wouldn't ever say anything to you," he assures.
"I believe you."
He smiles and gives me another peck. "Good. So come on…let's get something to bring with us to Maui."
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Fifteen minutes and another four samples later, I've ordered a pineapple-coconut fruit cake and some coffee macadamia nut shortbread cookies that we couldn't live without.
I doubt those will even last the twenty-minute flight to Maui, they're so tasty.
The southern extension of Hawaii Belt Road is much less treacherous than the northern route, especially as we approach Hawaii Volcanoes National Park. It takes us further inland— no sheer cliffs of death protected by measly guardrails— so we don't have to white-knuckle it as we drive.
Our radio is tuned to a satellite station, and I find myself bobbing my head and singing along with Pete Townshend's hopeful words on love.
"Milo."
It catches my eye when Edward looks over at me quizzically.
"Milo."
He looks again quickly, his nose crinkled in confusion. I have to stifle a giggle.
"Let Milo open the door," I sing and snap in time.
He shakes his head. "What in the name of God are you saying?"
I point to the radio. "Let Milo open the door. He's very courteous…you should let him open the door, for crying out loud! At least, that's what Pete thinks." I shrug, satisfied with my complete, yet absurd explanation.
Edward barks out a laugh and reaches for my hand, snatching it up for a quick smooch.
"'Let Milo open the door'," he repeats my words, laughing. "You're a trip, Clementine."
"Milo…my love…you get what I'm saying."
He squeezes my hand, still chuckling to himself. I can't help but smile. It warms my heart to watch him let go and have fun. And if I'm the catalyst that allows him to embrace his inner silliness, then I'll gladly wear that hat.
We continue our trip, singing along with the radio, just enjoying each other. I've also noticed that there's been next to no traffic on the road, and it gives me a fabulously wicked idea.
I take off my seat belt and scoot over toward the center console, leaning into Edward's face, and kiss him on the side of his mouth.
He smiles and turns my way. "Not that I'll ever complain, but what was that for?"
"Because I wanted to," I titter. "And since you're not complaining…" I drag my fingers down his chest, able to feel the ripples of his abs as I go, and I land on his crotch and start rubbing my hand over his bulge.
"Uhhhh," Edward sputters, glancing in the rearview mirror. "Bella, I don't— I dunno…"
I kiss under his ear, then move my lips to kiss the freckle that sits just under his hairline. "That's okay." I follow it up with a lick. "I do."
His breathing is coming harder now. "Bella, it's broad daylight, and we're driving in a convertible on the main drag of the island."
"Relaaaaax, Cap'n," I soothe with kisses along his neck and bask in the feeling of his cock growing harder by the second beneath his khaki shorts. "There's no one behind us; I already peeked."
He groans in protest, but I remain undeterred. I slink back into my seat, checking behind us one last time. The coast is clear, so I lower my chest and head down, hearing Edward mutter, "Christ Almighty," as I go. His straight-laced side desperately wants to win this battle, but it's not happening today. Deftly, I undo his button and lower the zipper. His erection is at full attention, though trapped within the confines of his navy blue boxer briefs.
I pull the taut fabric away and am greeted by the tip of his spear. Gripping him in my hand, I moisten my lips in anticipation as he settles his arm on my lower back, rubbing under the hem of my t-shirt. I swirl my tongue around his head and then wrap my mouth around the top half of his shaft. Edward hisses loudly at the contact while I smile at his unhinging. I love this part.
"Fuuuuuuuck, Bella."
I pull my lips off with a pop and lick my palm several times before grasping him again and start pumping my hand in time with the motion of my head. My tongue glides up and down, I swallow as much of him as I can, sucking in my cheeks to create the best suction possible. Tasting the saltiness of his leaking tip excites me, knowing I'm the reason for his arousal.
Just then the car jerks abruptly, and I freeze.
"SORRY! Sorry…"
I chuckle, and go back to work suckling his erection. Tightening my lips, I bob my head faster and faster, my tongue curling and swirling around and around. I love having Edward's cock in my mouth. Truth be told, it's a bit of a high knowing that I can make him completely unravel with some special attention from my mouth and hands. Speaking of hands, I weave my right one further into his pants to massage his tightened sack, rolling his balls around in my palm.
"OhGodohGodohGodohGod…" Edward rambles, his hips shifting in the seat. "Bella, I—ahh, shhhh-it!"
If my mouth wasn't working overtime trying to make this man see stars, I'd be grinning from ear to ear right now. So instead, I hum and I pull my lips up to the head, swipe my flattened tongue along the slit and come back down again with a groan.
"Nnnnngh, Beh—," he gasps, "Coming!"
I relax my throat, keeping my eyes open and focused on the teeth of his zipper so that I don't gag. Not two seconds later, I feel the streams of Edward's cum fly to the back of my throat, and I swallow repeatedly as best I can.
His once-stiff erection becomes a bit more pliable in my mouth as I continue to lick him until he's clean and free of any traces of his orgasm. I sit up, his hand still on my back, rubbing me up and down. I gently push his soft and sated cock back inside his boxer briefs and fasten up his pants.
Once I straighten myself out in my seat, I take a gulp from my iced tea and then smile at the scene before me. Edward's head is tipped back on the headrest. Staring at his profile, his sunglasses can't hide his hooded eyes and a satisfied smile on his lips. I also glance at the speedometer and see that we've slowed to a whopping twenty-seven miles per hour. Look out, NASCAR. Poor guy didn't want to lose control of the car, just his inhibitions.
"Figured I wanted to pay you back for that thirty-four and a half from the other day."
"What?" He turns to me, confused. "What does that even mean?"
I shrug and sip again from my bottle. "We tried the sixty-nine, but I lost my concentration…so to me it was more of a thirty-four and a half."
Edward busts out laughing, turning his head to check the side and rearview mirrors. Next thing I know, he whips us over into what looks like the entrance to a nature trail and throws the car in park.
"Get over here," he commands, reaching for me as I get up on my knees and straddle his lap while he lowers his back rest and pushes the seat as far from the steering wheel as it can go. My knee is teetering on the edge of the leather seat and the crevasse housing the seatbelt next to the door, but Edward's got a tight hold on my hips, so I'm not worried.
I cock my head to the side, smirking. "You summoned?"
His signature crooked grin slinks onto his face, and it makes my throat run dry. Licking his lips, he runs his strong hands up my back to my shoulders and pulls me toward him, kissing me soundly. Lick, suck, sigh. We get lost in each other for a few seconds until our sunglasses smack against each other ruining the sexy moment, and we both laugh.
"Sit up."
I obey willingly and slide my shades up to the top of my head as he does the same.
"I seem to remember telling you that I was more than fine the day of our…" he clears his throat, shaking his head, "thirty-four and a half. If you recall, we had quite the hard and fast encounter moments later," he says with pointed brows.
"I remember it well," I purr.
"And how about two nights ago, when you convinced me that nobody would see us if we swam naked in the resort's pool after hours, remember that?"
I smile, wondering where he's going with this.
"So, that little stunt you pulled back there," he says reaching under my t-shirt in search of the button of my denim shorts, "…which was appreciated more than you know, by the way; could it be that you have some exhibitionist tendencies?"
I lean forward and kiss him gently once, then follow it up with a nibble of his bottom lip. "You bring it out in me. I seem to not be able to control myself where you're concerned. The fun is in running the risk of getting caught."
"Hmmm, I suppose it is. I've certainly been getting braver around you." My breathing hitches as Edward slips his long fingers into my loosened shorts. When he comes across the moistened patch of my panties, his eyes flutter closed, and he wets his lips with his tongue.
"Already so fucking wet…" he groans in satisfaction. With the way this man turns me on, I don't think either of us is surprised that it didn't take much before I was damn well soaked through. Suddenly, we hear the sounds of an approaching car. Edward only grins like the Cheshire cat and slowly glides two fingers inside me, causing me to whimper.
My head falls forward, hair coming loose from the low ponytail I'd placed prior to our bakery visit.
"Oh, no ma'am," Edward says tucking the strands behind my ears with his free hand. "No covering your beautiful face during this little episode. Eyes focused on mine the whole time, got it?"
I start to abuse my lower lip with my teeth and nod. "Mhmmm."
"I think it's only fair that I get you off before we return this car to the rental agency," he murmurs into my ear before locking eyes with me again. "How does that sound?"
Edward's thumb teases and grazes my clit while his fingers rub deliciously up and down my g-spot. No road maps necessary for this man; he knows exactly where to go and what to do to drive me wild. For instance, he knows I need him to strum furiously at my clit in order to come, which is exactly why he's taking his time right now and only flicking at it. Like I said…driving me wild.
Another car passes, but I couldn't care less. I'm panting like a dog in heat, gyrating my hips, riding the hell out of Edward's hand. Even out in public, where anyone can see us, this encounter feels so incredibly intimate. Our eyes never waver from each other. I see him swallow tightly and move his other hand up to my face. I lean into his touch as he cups my cheek.
"YOU are fucking gorgeous," he softly speaks, longing in his eyes. Warmth spreads throughout my body, my breathing picks up even more. "Why don't you take over rubbing that pretty little clit of yours?"
I moan excitedly, realizing I'll be able to move at the pace I need, while Edward's fingers continue to plunge in and out of my pussy. Moments later, my belly tightens, and all I want to do is explode from the inside out, but Edward refuses to allow me to look away.
He shakes his head. "Mm-mm. I don't want you looking anywhere but in my eyes when you come. It's almost here, isn't it?"
I nod quickly as the pleasure erupts. "AHHHHH," I heave. "Oh, my Go-hod!" The dreamy gaze I observe in Edward's face as he watches me with rapt attention is nothing short of entrancing.
Every moment we share like this makes me feel like we're approaching a point of no return— emotionally, I mean. It's only been three and a half weeks, but picturing my life without Edward in it is getting harder with every new experience we share. I don't ever want this bubble to burst.
"C'mere," he says, pulling my neck forward as our mouths collide, tongues seeking out the other. Our kiss is passionate, wet…completely intoxicating. "You're beyond sexy, Bella. I swear; I could watch you come as a career."
I snort. "Get paid to watch me have an orgasm over and over and over, huh? I think I'd get tired pretty easily."
He smiles with a chuckle. "I suppose you'd be allowed to sleep…as long as it's next to me, that is," he adds with a wink.
I lean in once more and plant an open-mouthed kiss on his scruff-surrounded lips. "Now, where else would I be?"
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Before arriving at the Hilo Airport, we decide to stop at the World Botanical Gardens and wander around. Holding hands the entire time, we walk paths that lead us through thousands of blooms of varying size, shape and color. We steal kisses along our route while fragrances waft our way, reminding me of the happiest of springtime days from my youth. We were told that there are trails that lead to waterfalls and meadows where the public is permitted to picnic, but we don't have that much time to spare. So, we just enjoy a taste of what the gardens have to offer and vow that we'll be sure to enjoy the foliage as much as possible on Maui.
The flight to the neighboring island is outrageously short. I think we reach our cruising altitude and immediately start our descent into Maui's main airport where we arrive by quarter till six in the evening. The car rental experience is sadly nowhere near as thrilling as on the Big Island. No upgrade to a convertible Mustang this time around. It turns out to be more like a sensible family truckster, a black Chevy Impala.
Edward drives us the forty-five minutes to the resort, where we're greeted by an extremely friendly older gentleman - I'm guessing the valet - who introduces himself as Anton.
"Where are you folks from?"
Edward speaks up. "We just arrived from the Big Island, but I'm actually stationed at the Marine Corps Base on Oahu."
"Ahh, well then, Semper Fi, sir!" He salutes, and Edward barks at him with his "Oorah," making me giggle. "And this lovely lady is your…"
Anton trails off with a smile waiting for one of us to fill in the blanks. Just as I'm about to clarify, Edward interjects, "Yes, she's mine…so don't get any ideas!"
We all laugh at Edward while Anton and another bellhop unload our bags onto a brass rolling luggage cart.
When I turn around, I see Anton whispering to Edward, who's suddenly smiling and nodding. My Cap'n pats him on the shoulder saying, "Good man!" Edward then comes walking over, his hand outstretched, seeking mine and pulls me in close for a kiss.
"Let me do the talking in here, okay?" he whispers, conspiratorially.
My eyes narrow in suspicion, but I immediately morph my look into a smile, excited to see what Edward has cooked up.
Walking into the atrium of the resort, it's all I can do to keep my mouth closed, lest I open it, scraping my jaw on the floor. If the St. Regis at Princeville is the lap of luxury on Kauai, then this has got to be the epitome of extravagance on Maui. The square footage of the lobby alone must be damn near 40,000. We're surrounded by deep walnut wooden beams with intricate details and carvings, and a spotless, shining tile floor. Enormous tables with gorgeous floral centerpieces decorate every nook and cranny. There are tasteful pieces of art, fountains, lounge chairs, sofas, not one, but two bars, a grand piano…it's just mind-blowing.
"Good evening! Welcome to the Honua Kai Resort," the kind desk attendant says as we approach, "…your name?"
"Masen, please. Edward and Isabella Masen."
I whip my head up to face Edward and he simply smiles without a care in the world. The kiss he follows with weakens my already-wobbly knees.
"Okay, Mr. Masen. I see you reserved one of our two-bedroom suites, let me just—"
"Actually, Kamea," Edward interrupts suavely and yeah, he's using his voice. The voice… yup, this poor girl's toast. "Is there any chance that you have any upgrades available?" he winks at her. "I'm still trying to sweep this little lady off her feet," he nods his head toward me and then pulls me close again, kissing my temple.
The girl's cheeks flush, and she giggles like she's bursting to tell a secret. She leans into the desk, causing Edward to do the same.
"You're definitely in luck that it's a Tuesday evening," she whispers and starts typing furiously into her computer. "The party that had booked our King Kamehameha Suite had to cancel at the last minute. It's been vacant for three days now, but my manager released it as of five o'clock this evening. I can give it to you for a minimal upgrade fee if you'd like."
He smiles for her, and I can practically hear her panties drop to the floor. Can't blame her; mine would too, if they hadn't already disintegrated back in the convertible on the Big Island. "You'd be able to do that for us? Wow; that would really be excellent."
"It would be my pleasure, sir."
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EPOV
"I cannot believe you just lied like that! You are a captain of Marines!" Bella whispers harshly as we step inside the elevator. "Where's your integrity, sir?"
I laugh, moving her backwards and pinning her to the wall to suck on her neck. "I'll show you my integrity." I thrust my hardening dick into her stomach, 'cause I'm classy like that.
She giggles, pushing me away. "I'm ashamed to have even been party to that scene downstairs." Oh, the melodrama.
"Clementine," I growl in her ear and see the goose bumps erupt all over her neck and shoulder. "When you see what's waiting for us, you won't be so disappointed anymore."
"Oh, yeah?" she whimpers, while I tug on her ear lobe with my teeth. "How do you know what's waiting for us?"
I straighten up and readjust myself. "Well, my man Anton downstairs had the inside scoop and whispered that I needed to ask for an upgrade because he knew the manager had just released this suite."
"Aww, how nice is that? We might owe Anton an extra big tip since he helped us out."
"Ten steps ahead of you, baby." I smile, kissing her hard one last time as the elevator opens into an expansive foyer. We step out and see a colorful tropical flower arrangement sitting on a glass-top table.
"God, that's gorgeous!" Bella lunges forward, burying her face in the bouquet. She steps back, and I reach for her hand.
"Ready to check out our new digs?"
She nods, animatedly. "Ready and willing, sir!"
We step around the table, and I slip the key card into the slot outside the wooden double doors. The little indicator light turns from red to green, and the door clicks just before I turn the handle.
Stepping inside, I suddenly feel like I'm watching a scene from a movie. Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine the suite would approximate the grandeur of this veritable palace. Now I understand why Anton said what he did to me when we arrived.
"Insider tip: ask for an upgrade and pretend it's your honeymoon. The girls behind the desk tonight are sweethearts and suckers for happy newlywed couples. Last I knew, the only upgrade available was the King Kamehameha suite. My friend, you'll never want to leave…but you have to promise you will, because Maui is too beautiful to ignore."
"Oh." Pause. "My." Longer pause. "God." Bella drawls, dropping her purse to the floor and standing stock-still about ten paces in from the front door. We're both frozen. After at least thirty seconds of total silence, she whispers, "What are the chances that this is the same place where the Sultan of Brunei vacations?"
My mouth is agape taking in our surroundings. "I think that's a fair assumption."
She grabs my hand again, and we walk forward through the open floor plan. A large seating area is to our right with long sofas, chairs and an eighty-four inch flat-screen television mounted on the wall. To our left is a full kitchen with a granite countertop and island, a row of bar stools tucked underneath its lip. Further into the room, there's a large oblong dining room table with eight chairs surrounding it.
Then we arrive at the lanai. For showmanship purposes, the sliding doors were left open for us as we entered the suite allowing us to have a full view that leads out to the ocean. Its size is easily two thirds of the suite. There's an enormous hot tub, multiple lounge chairs, end tables with umbrellas attached, a deck table and matching chairs, potted plants, hanging baskets with cascading flowers… it's got everything. I almost feel guilty that we've taken the suite when we're only two people...almost.
Thankfully, I remember that Riley and Nalani will be joining us for three days, and my conscience is suddenly free and clear. Bella deserves this. I'm just glad I swallowed my normal fear of going against the grain and told my little white lie. Well, I guess introducing us as Edward and Isabella Masen was more like a lie of epic proportions, but it sure as hell rolled off my tongue naturally.
Gulp. Not going there right now.
"I can't believe we're staying here, Edward." Bella has one hand on her forehead and the other on her hip. "This is too much!" She shakes her head and looks at me with a pained and guilty expression.
I take a few quick strides over to where she's pacing and envelop her in my arms.
"Hey, hey, hey," I chuckle, lightly. "You heard the girl downstairs. The guests cancelled their reservation but it was still being held for three days," I try to placate. "The manager finally gave up and released it figuring he could make some money, right?"
She nods as I rub my hands up and down her back.
"So, there you go! We actually did the hotel a favor, if you think about it. The manager got his money— well, some of it at least— and we continue the vacation to end all vacations."
I follow her far-off gaze out toward the cerulean-colored ocean. The horizon is infinite, the ocean peaceful and stunning. When she turns her face back toward mine, she's smiling.
"You sure are a smooth talker, Cap'n. I bet you got out of all sorts of trouble as a little boy."
"Who, me?" I feign innocence. "I am, and always have been, a perfect angel," I attempt to deliver with a straight face.
She rolls her eyes. "Mhmmm. Well, I guess I'm done worrying," she sighs. "So let me just say that this place is amazing… thank you."
"You're welcome. Wanna go check out the bedroom?"
She grins, mischievously. "Thought you'd never ask!"
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I finish up my shower with a final rinse and swipe of my eyes. While turning off the spigot, I'm alarmed to hear Bella shouting about something. I step out quickly, barely wrapping a towel around my waist. Still dripping wet and doing my best Kramer impression, I come skidding off the tile floor into our master suite not knowing what to expect. After a frantic look around, I realize she's alone and fine physically. Psychologically is another story. It's only then that I take in her state of dress. She's wearing a breathtaking black bra and panty set, which make me salivate instantly.
My heart rate has now shifted gears; from racing because I thought she was in some kind of trouble, I've now given in to pure lust, watching her hair sway back and forth on her shoulders as she walks from footboard to headboard and back again, breathing heavily, clearly worked up about something.
"Oh good, you're out!" she exclaims, snapping out of her trance of aggravation over whatever. "You have GOT to hear this nonsense!"
She grabs her phone and presses a few keys. Her speakerphone activates, and I listen to the unfamiliar voice:
"Bella, this is getting sincerely ridiculous. You can't keep ignoring me. I really wish you'd call me back so we could discuss your reckless behavior like adults. I'm honestly concerned for your safety. I don't believe you're thinking clearly. I'm beside myself. You're breaking my heart and we need to talk about this."
I watch Bella's chest rise, her nostrils flaring, a look of fury in her eyes. Shit, this woman is fierce. I say a silent prayer in the hopes that I'm never on the receiving end of that look, or at the very least, the cause of that look.
"Can you even believe this? She's got a lot of fucking nerve telling ME I need to act like an adult on her terms when she was the one who HUNG UP on me two plus weeks ago." Bella tosses her cell on the bed, grabs a pillow and screams like a banshee being muzzled. I watch with widened eyes while she calmly puts down the pillow and then starts to unpack the delicate, lacy and sheer— not to mention cock-hardening— contents of her suitcase into the bureau.
"I mean…I can almost hear her snippy attitude and the words she'll throw my way when she hears that I'm moving halfway around the globe…that I'm gallivanting across the state with you. UGH!" She slams the top drawer and turns to me, her chest and neck flushed in rage.
Now, I'm an old pro at this type of situation, having been the only guy around for my mom and sister over the years. I've gotten my head bitten off more times than I care to remember when the supply and logistics officer in me tried to take over and work the issue, when all they wanted was for me to listen and sympathize. At this point in Bella's tirade, I'm savvy enough to realize that she isn't looking for the problem-solver in me to say anything, so I just nod and keep listening.
"I just got off the phone with Mom, and she said Alice called her earlier today, digging for information."
I swallow, hoping it's okay to interject a simple question at this point. "Did your mom answer any of Alice's questions?"
"No," she says, coming out of the walk-in closet with half a dozen hangers. "She didn't give her any information. She politely thanked Alice for her concerns, but said I've checked in once a week, and I'm perfectly fine." Bella takes a deep breath and focuses on me. "You look hot as hell, by the way. If I wasn't so fucking furious right now, I'd molest the ever-loving shit out of you."
I grab my bottle of water from the nightstand and lean against the wall, chuckling. "Please feel free to take any and all frustration out on me. I'll be a happy and willing participant."
She huffs with a smile.
"But anyway, it's good that your mom didn't give Alice any more fodder." I decide to attempt opening another can of worms before taking a swig from my water. "Your parents do know that you and I are traveling together, right?"
She looks at me incredulously. "Of course they do! Hell, I even told my mother that we've been fucking like bunnies on Viagra."
And for the second time in less than a week, I end up spewing water from my mouth like a damn statue in a fountain, desperately gasping for breath.
Next thing I know, I'm bent over with my hands on my legs, and suddenly Bella is in front of me on the floor, on her knees looking up at me.
"I am so, so sorry," she pleads. "I can't believe I keep saying stuff like that to you at the exact moment you take a drink."
What starts as a huff leads to a chuckle and before I know it, I'm laughing out loud.
I straighten up, looking down at her. Fucking sensational. Her chest is heaving from concern over the choking incident, her breasts tucked snugly inside her bra.
"I can't believe you're laughing at me! I was really worried about you!"
I shake my head, attempting to quiet my outburst.
"You know, now that I think about it…you probably only did this to get me on my knees in front of you."
I reach down for her hand, and she allows me to help her stand. "Well, I admit that I will never, ever be disappointed to find you on your knees." I pull her flush to my chest. As her body collides with mine, I feel the twist where I secured my towel start to loosen. "You just caught me off guard, yet again, with your candor."
She hums contentedly. "I am sorry about the choking," she whispers and kisses my still-wet chest just above where my dog tags are hanging, water droplets continuing to drip down my shoulders, chest and legs.
"You're quite forgiven, Clementine." I smooth her hair down her back, and she looks up at me. "Now, remind me again what you were saying about molesting the ever-loving shit out of me."
"Oh, right…that."
I lift her petite body up, and she wraps her legs around my waist, effectively undoing the remaining knot where my towel was closed. The only reason it hasn't fallen to the ground is because it's pinned between us.
"Because, the way I figure it…we have less than seventy-two hours to fuck each other senseless on every blessed surface of this suite before our weekend guests arrive." I turn our bodies around and press her into the wall. She whimpers when I start planting small kisses along her collarbone and up her neck.
"That's not— ohh, yes— a lot of time," her voice warbles as I start grinding my cock into the flimsy material of her panties. Two thrusts and the towel drops to the floor. Fuck, yes.
"Considering the square footage we're dealing with…" Thrust. "…nnnngh…we should definitely get started."
My mouth moves to hers and we instantly can't get enough. Her lips pull and suck on mine while our tongues roll around the other. Moans and sighs ensue as she jerks her hips toward mine; it's driving me wild. I move my hand down the line of her panties to the wet and obstructing center.
"May I?" I growl, hooking my fingers around the offending material.
She nods frantically through our kiss.
A few tugs later, the seam rips, and like a heat-seeking missile, my cock finds her opening and I plunge inside.
"AHHH!" We grunt out in unison, and I hoist her body up once more, making sure I've got her good and pinned.
With my face buried in her neck, licking and nibbling, I go to work pistoning my hips, invading her hot, slick walls. She's clenching her muscles repeatedly, the tugging sensation is killing me in the best way.
"C'mere," she mumbles, her hands on the side of my face pulling it up to hers. She attacks me with a kiss, moaning into my mouth. "Edwarrrrrrd," she trails off and it causes me to smile. The way she calls out my name sends a jolt to my heart every goddamn time.
I know her orgasm is approaching. I can feel the pulsing inside, and her legs are starting to tense around me.
"Christ, you feel so good," I call out and dive back in for another kiss, my tongue plunging into her mouth as if it belongs there all the time. "You're almost there—"
Bella lets out a high-pitched squeak accompanied by a string of obscenities, and her head falls back against the wall. This moment right here— when she comes so hard, that time freezes for her, and she can't concentrate on anything else— this is what I love, watching her unravel; it's also when I know to move in her harder and faster.
I continue to chase my orgasm, my legs and arms burning from holding her up for so long.
"Bed!" Bella cries out, coming down from her high. "Right now."
I tighten my grip around her back, still hard and inside of her, and walk us back to the bed ready to lay her down. She shakes her head.
"No. I wanna be on top."
I smile, sitting down on the edge of the bed, and fall back with my arms above my head, exhaling in relief after my intense workout.
Bella repositions herself and winks at me. "Hold on, Cap'n." She sinks back down, and my hands reach for her slight waist and give a gentle squeeze.
Immediately, Bella starts bouncing up and down on my cock, even taking the time to unhook her bra and toss it to the side, freeing her tits so that I can grope them to my heart's content. Her hips circle and grind, then go back to pumping up and down. She plants her hands on my abs, while her fingernails dance through the hair on my chest.
My thighs and balls start to tighten as I try and clench my ass, wanting this moment to last as long as possible. Bella's motion is relentless though, and I have no choice but to succumb with a roar.
"Fuck, YESSSS!" I scream, lifting my head off the pillow to watch my glistening cock continue to disappear inside her. My body jolts, and I come violently in several streams.
My head falls back on the bed, and Bella collapses onto my chest, sweaty and spent. We lie there silently until she interrupts my thoughts of blissful nothingness.
"THAT was spectacular."
I fold one arm over her back and trail my fingers down her spine. "Yes, you are."
She lifts her head, smiling. "We are."
"Agreed."
"I think you might need another shower," she snickers.
"That can be arranged. Care to join me?"
"Of course."
Another minute passes while we stare silently at each other. I fill the time by tracing her lips and tucking her hair behind her ears.
"What's the plan for tomorrow, Cap'n?"
"I think we should go food shopping and then look into what Maui has to offer. I have no idea what Riley and Nalani want to do, if anything, but I refuse to let this week or more go by without soaking up every possible opportunity for us."
She moves up my body and kisses me softly. "That sounds perfect. I can't wait for this island's adventures." She swallows tightly. "This vacation has surpassed every expectation I ever had, Edward."
I smile and place an open-mouthed kiss on her top lip, then drop back searching for her eyes again. "You took the words right out of my mouth, beautiful."
Military Terms:
Cammies- slang for camouflage uniform. Marines have two types of cammies. Digital green cammies- the mixture of greens, tan and black made to blend in with jungles/forests/fields (worn in a Vietnam-type of setting). Unless deployed to a specific campaign where a certain uniform is required for safety, the greens are worn when Daylight Savings Time ends in October/November. The second type is digital desert cammies- shades of tans and creams to blend in with, you guessed it, the desert. Deserts are worn when Daylight Savings Time begins in March.
Semper Fi- shortened from the Latin phrase, Semper Fidelis, meaning 'always faithful'. This is the motto of the United States Marine Corps.
Oorah- motivational battle cry of the Marine Corps.
A/N: Happy times for our happy traveling partners. Who's ready for some Maui fun? I've been told that thirty-four and a half has become a common term in some fandom households recently, especially since CaraNo made that rockin' banner of Spearward demanding one! Since I wrote this chapter, the Major has used the term many times as well. Any fun 34.5 stories you'd like to share? Feel free! We've never been a TMI bunch! :)
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