AN: Sorry about the wait! I lost my mojo for a while. Finally found my words and this tale is now complete!
Chapter 3
"Good morning, Barba, Benson, and mini-Benson. Are you ready, you little ankle biter?" Rita greeted as she approached the small table where the Bensons and Rafael sat eating breakfast. Noah's mouth was full, but he nodded, smiling brightly at the woman.
"Good morning to you, too, Rita," Olivia replied with a laugh.
"He has a name, and you well know it," Rafael groused. He was still working on his first cup of coffee and his sparkling personality hadn't blossomed yet. "And at ten years old, he's hardly an ankle biter."
"Calm your tits, Miss Congeniality," Rita replied without missing a beat. Rafael scowled at both women when Olivia tried to hide a chuckle by taking a sip from her own cup of coffee. Rita continued, "The rugrat loves my nicknames, don't you, nugget?"
Olivia watched, dark eyes sparkling with mirth, as her son nodded emphatically. "You're taking me on a yacht, Aunt Rita. You can call me sasquatch if you want, I don't mind."
"Mijo, don't encourage her," Rafael groaned, and the rest of the table descended into laughter.
The small group fell silent as Rita joined them in finishing breakfast. By the third cup of coffee, Rafael's spirits brightened, and he was fit to socialize.
"Do you have everything you need, Noah?" he asked the boy when they all stood from the table. Noah nodded, holding up the backpack he proudly packed himself under his mom's supervision. "Everything's in here."
Olivia pulled him in for a hug, bending down to nuzzle her face in his soft curls. "Be good, sweet boy. Listen to Rita and don't make a mess or break anything. Most of all, have fun!" She pressed noisy kisses to his cheeks as he squirmed to get away.
Pulling a small case containing a waterproof digital camera from the pocket of his shorts, Rafael slipped the loop of the case over Noah's wrist. "To take photos of your adventures. There are extra batteries in the case, too."
Noah flung his arms around Rafael's waist. "Thank you, Uncle Rafa! I will take loads of pictures to show you and Momma." Olivia watched the heartwarming exchange with a watery smile. She caught Rita smirking at her and blushed.
"Thank you, again, for taking him. He has not stopped talking about this big adventure. I hope he's not too much for you." Feeling grateful and overwhelmingly happy, Olivia pulled Rita in for a hug.
Rita patted her back awkwardly. "It's my pleasure. We'll have fun. If he misbehaves or breaks anything, he'll have to walk the plank. Those are the rules."
"Rita," Rafael sighed in exasperation.
"We have the whole day and night to ourselves. What would you like to do first? The beach?" Olivia asked as they walked through the palm tree lined path toward the beach. Rafael's sunglasses were perched on top of his head, allowing Olivia to see his green eyes blaze with desire.
"Would it be terribly crass to say that I'd like to skip the beach and take you straight to bed to make up for lost time?"
A girlish giggle bubbled up from deep in her chest. His shy yet eager expression left her feeling equal parts giddy and nervous.
Rafael stopped walking and drew her close. "We've wasted so much time being such fools. I don't want to waste another second. Let me love you, Liv."
"Jesus, Rafa. How can I deny you when you say things like that." Their lips crashed together in a heated kiss.
"Come on," he said, grasping her hand when they broke for air. He practically dragged her back to his bungalow.
"Woah!" Noah stared up, mouth dropping open in awe, at the very large boat Aunt Rita called a yacht. "It's huge!"
Rita smiled proudly. "It sure is. Ready to climb aboard?" Noah nodded, grasping her slender hand in a tight grip as they stepped onto the gangway. "Would you like a tour?"
"Yes, please," Noah breathed, eyes wide as he took everything in. His mom's voice reverberated through his head, reminding him not to break anything, as he followed Aunt Rita up to the bridge. Everything looked so expensive! Fearful of accidentally knocking something over, Noah shoved his hands into the pockets of his shorts and followed his Aunt Rita.
"This is where the Captain steers the boat," Rita explained when they entered the bridge, nodding toward her longtime Captain. "Noah, this is Captain John. John, this is my young friend Noah."
"Hi there!" The man squatted down to greet Noah, shaking his hand. "Would you like to try steering as we take off from the dock, Noah?"
The little boy's eyes widened. "Is that something I can do, Captain John?" At the Captain's nod, he jumped into the air with an excited whoop. A few moments later, Noah calmed down and stuck to the Captain's side, eagerly following his every word.
From her perch on the decadent Captain's chair, Rita watched as a captain's hat was placed atop the boy's mass of curly hair and snuck a few photos to send later. She knew Olivia would eat them up.
The fan overhead whirred and a soft flow of cool air descended over their naked bodies, leaving a trail of goosebumps along their sweat-dampened skin. Rafael's tongue followed one particular line of goosebumps down Olivia's belly with his tongue until the path ended between her legs. Her hands fisted in the luxurious bedding when his head dipped, and his tongue took the first swipe through her wet folds.
Olivia was so keyed up from years of pent-up feelings for this man she thought she could come right that second.
Ever the perfectionist, Rafael set to work teasing her with his mouth and fingers, soaking in every drop of her arousal until she came apart for him with a deep, sultry moan.
"I don't think I've ever tasted anything so delicious," he said, sitting up and licking the last bits of her juices from his lips. Moving up the bed, his body settled gently over Olivia's, her spread legs wrapping around his hips to pull him ever closer.
"Rafa," she breathed against his mouth before seeking his lips in a scorching kiss, the taste of herself on his tongue as they tangled. A shift of her hips had his cock slipping inside her slick heat without any guidance and she gasped at the feel of him. He hit all the right spots as he flexed his hips, the sizeable girth and length of him the perfect fit for her body.
The sound of their bodies moving together, along with soft moans and murmurs, filled the air as they made love for the first time. Their movements were slow and sensual at first, but Rafael's thrusts gained momentum as the ache built up. Two more orgasms for Olivia later, Rafael shuddered his release, the words I love you on the tip of his tongue before he buried his face into her neck.
The moment, the passion they shared, was overwhelming. There was so much he wanted to say, to hear, but he was thoroughly spent. The soft stroke of her fingers on his back, the press of her lips against his hair, lulled him into a late morning nap as he slid out of her and shifted slightly to the side.
An hour and a half later, Olivia lazily trailed her nails down Rafael's back. She had followed him into the pull of a relaxing mid-day nap after their lovemaking and woke a few minutes prior to luxuriate in the feel of being wrapped in his embrace. When her hand reached his ass, she grabbed a handful and squeezed gently, drawing him to wakefulness with a smile.
"Hmmm, 'ello," Rafael hummed against her shoulder, lips already peppering her bare skin with kisses. His hands wandered along her curves, tracing illegible patterns across her body, before cupping her breasts. His nimble fingers tweaked first one, then the other nipple to taut peaks that begged for his lips and teeth to tease. Teasing touches quickly turned to another round of lovemaking, this time with Olivia on top. She rode him with a slow rocking of her hips, grinding against him to draw out their pleasure until they both tipped over the edge.
"We should probably get out of bed at some point," Olivia murmured against his chest where her head rested as they recovered.
"Must we?" She felt the rumble of his laughter when she pinched him. "Okay, okay. We'll need to get up for some food anyway."
"Always with the food. Are you ever not hungry?" she teased.
"You didn't seem to mind my voracious appetite earlier," Rafael quipped in return, watching Olivia squirm as he tickled her, his green eyes sparkling with complete happiness.
"Rafael!" Olivia squealed before descending into breathless laughter as they rolled around the bed tickling each other, only stopping when Rafael rolled right off the bed and hit the floor with a thud. Leaning over, Olivia smiled down at him gleefully. "Did you ever imagine that this could be so much fun?"
"With you? Of course!" he beamed back at her before turning serious, yet soft. "I never had any doubts that we would be amazing together, Liv, if we ever gave ourselves the chance. I knew there would be passion and laughter." Rafael stayed on the floor, sitting up to face Olivia as her brow furrowed.
"The passion, I completely expected. We're both very passionate people. But the fun and laughter? I had no idea it would be like this. It's like we were meant to be. I'm sorry it took me so long to figure that out," she replied with misty eyes.
"Hey now! It doesn't matter, Liv. We're here now and we will make the best of all the time before us. I love you and I'd cherish the chance to show you just how much every day for the rest of our lives." The words fell from his lips without effort or worry, so natural did they feel. Olivia gasped, launching herself from the bed and into his arms, their bodies a tangled mass on the floor as she smothered him with kisses.
"I love you, too," her voice vibrated across the skin of his neck. "Now that I know firsthand how good we are together, how amazing this is, I'm never letting you go."
He hadn't sufficiently recovered from their last bout of lovemaking, so there would be no immediate consummation of their spoken love for each other. Instead, they shared passionate kisses until grumbling bellies forced them apart.
"It really is time for food now, mi amor," Rafael said with one more gentle kiss to her lips before pulling Olivia to her feet.
Dinner was an early and quiet affair in the great room where they snuggled on the couch and shared food from the same plate. They each enjoyed a glass of wine with the meal, which left them both feeling warm and fuzzy. Olivia's phone chimed right when Rafael finished the last bite of fish on the plate.
"Look at this, Raf," she said, holding the phone between them to scroll through the dozen pictures Rita sent. "These are so cute!" Most of the photos were candid, and each shot featured Noah having a grand time on the yacht. She was pleased her sweet boy was having the time of his life.
"His adventure on the high seas is going very well, it seems," Rafael said when they reach the final picture, which showed Noah in a captain's hat steering the boat. "Maybe one day he'll own his own yacht."
Olivia shot back a quick text to Rita thanking her for the pictures. Her phone chimed again as they were moving to leave the room. "Rita says a storm is on its way this evening, but it shouldn't be too bad. They are going to anchor somewhere nearby. "You think Noah will be okay with Rita in a storm?" she asked, worried for her little boy.
Rafael smiled, pulling her close. "Have you seen that gargantuan vessel, right? I bet they'll hardly feel any rocking of the boat. Besides, Rita would never let anything happen to Noah. He's in good hands, mi amor. Let's take a quick dip in the ocean before the storm moves in."
A while later, the sun dipped below the horizon in a bright swath of orange hues as Olivia and Rafael stepped out of the turquoise water after their evening swim. The small beach was empty, and they could see the storm clouds rolling in from the west.
They made their way through the sand toward Rafael's bungalow, unable to keep their hands or lips off each other's salty skin, stealing kisses as they went. Glancing around, Rafael met Olivia's eyes with a mischievous look.
"Have you ever had sex on the beach?" he questioned with a lopsided smile.
"You're clearly not asking about the drink," she teased. "No, I never tried that. Have you?"
Rafael shook his head. "I've never had the opportunity. Want to try it? The beach is empty with the storm headed this way. No one will disturb us if we stay up by my bungalow, but we'd have to be quick. Don't want to risk being struck by lightning when things are finally going well."
He watched the wheels spin behind her dark chocolate eyes as she weighed the idea in her mind. His lips split into a boyish grin when Olivia finally nodded. Rafael immediately threw down their beach towels in a spot right in front of his bungalow and helped Liv down onto them before covering her body with his own. Her hands ran through his wet hair and down his back as he kissed her breathless.
They didn't have much time with the impending storm, but he also didn't want to completely rush the experience. Hands roaming each other's bodies, they kissed until the need for deeper connection overwhelmed them. With one hand on the beach towel, Rafael balanced himself above Olivia while using his other hand to free his hardened cock from the confines of his swim trunks. His hand then moved to shift her bathing suit bottom to one side with a quick flick of his fingers. His cock pushed inside her wet heat with a shift of his hips, guttural moans emerging from deep in their chests.
Rafael set a fast pace, shifting the angle to grind against her clit with each thrust. Thunder rumbled in the distance as droplets of rain began falling from the sky. His thrusts became frantic, seeking mutual release before the bulk of the storm hit. The rain started falling heavier when Olivia cried out his name in pleasure, and the tightening of her walls triggered his own orgasm.
The heavier raindrops felt cool against their heated skin as they took a moment to come down from the high. Soon enough, the thunder rumbled nearly on top of them, and they struggled to their feet, running up the steps of deck and into the bungalow before the sky let loose a deluge of rain. They were drenched and half covered in sand, but they laughed uproariously at the adventure of it all as they climbed into the large shower together.
Though it took them a while to get here, there were plenty of firsts left for them to share together. There were several days left yet on this vacation and a whole lifetime ahead of them. Sex on the beach was just the beginning.
FIN
