I step out of the shower into the cool, cream stone of the spacious bathroom. Lost in thought, I dry myself slowly, the beat of the music bluetooth speaker relaxing me further, hypnotising me into deep thought as I rub the yummy cocoa butter lotion into my skin in long lazy circles.
He's doing his own thing outside as usual and it suits my own personality too in a lot of ways. I need my space, and as I take my time dancing around the sunlit bathroom, I don’t worry that he will burst in to demand my attention or put silent pressure on me to hurry the process. It’s our first trip together and I don’t really know what to expect. One of those make or break moments.
He is also just a little lazy and always inside his own head which gives me the alone time I sometimes need... something I’m not sure I’ve ever been able to make anyone who has loved me understand. By nature people crave attention, and see a lack of it as a negative when they don't get it. Even me, but do as I say not as I do.
For people who know me I’m sort of the opposite in the ways I give it out. Like a cat, if I will curl up near you and turn my back to you, it means I am comfortable, relaxed and happy. If am paying attention to you too hard, muscles twitching, you're in for some claws.
I shake myself out of my reverie, and throw on a matching playsuit over my bikini, as we plan to head out into the town for breakfast.
Stepping out of the villa through the bedroom, I see him absorbed on his phone, head lightly bobbing to the beat, dressed in shorts and a polo shirt, looking relaxed and happy.
He’s leaning back in his chair as he notices me walking over, and he throws out an arm around my waist pulling me towards him and kissing my side. As I squeal and rebound away he slaps my ass pulling me down to sit next to him at the table.
‘Ready?' he says lightly, raising his eyebrows at me without taking his eyes or attention away from the screen.
‘Yes sir.’ I say, saluting to get his attention. Motion, loud sharp sounds and shiny objects are necessary with boys playing games. His head turns towards me first, his eyes left behind on the screen, only flicking over when his head has completed the motion, maximising the time spent taking in information from the screen. If you’ve ever known someone who loves their computer games, this level of concentration and particular movement will be quite familiar to you.
‘Right.’ He says with finality, as I continue to stare at him. He looks up at me again, feeling my eyes on him, and finally shakes himself into the present moment. ‘Right’ he says again, jumping up and patting his pockets, ‘Let’s go.’ ‘Have you got the key?’
‘Yes.’ I confirm, patting small messenger bag in return.
He grabs my hand, walking smiling toward the entrance to our beautiful one bedroom villa complex, over the cement stepping stones through the long narrow pool, across the grass and out the big wooden door in the high, foliage covered walls. Outside our door, we turn right towards the reception into a long, super high walled corridor, lined with one bedroom villas on one side, and a giant, hanging garden wall on the other. I feel like I am Alice looking down the rabbit hole. A rabbit hole I skip happily down, swinging in his wake.
We pop out into the narrow street past the smiling, helpful staff, and he pulls me in behind him, keeping me close to the wall with his arm, as the cars and bikes fight indeterminately with the pedestrians on the impossibly narrow and busy road.
We turn right within minutes onto Seminyak main road and it widens slightly but gets twice as busy; its buzzing length packed with a rare mix of exotic skins, designers shops and slipper wearing, tattooed and overly tanned tourists, alongside some of the best food I had ever eaten.
He's been before , but doesn't know it like I do and I lead him quickly and efficiently through the crowd. Within minutes we leave the muggy heat and are enveloped in the cool air-conditioning of an impossibly hip coffee shop called revolver, the smell of roasting coffee and quaint wooden surroundings riding my already broad smile.
Bali has a particular feel, the people are relaxed and happy, and despite its hustle and bustle, the laid back charm is infectious. It’s a weird mix of hipster and ancient tradition, combined with a in intense spiritual energy making it completely and totally unique, whatever else you had to say about it.
We trip down the uneven street, bantering with the locals trying to sell us cealis, narrowly missing the beautiful woven squares of hindu offerings that litter the streets. The ones with cigarettes in them have always made me laugh for some reason, since the first time I saw it coming here with my parents as a teenager. Those naughty smoking gods.
When we finally reach Seminyak square, he pulls me into an outdoor patio, shielded from the busy turn in the road by a peek a boo wooden fence dotted with hanging potted plants, another pretty aerial garden.
This morning my mind is racing despite the relaxing surroundings, and I try to shut it out as he is talking lazily about dinner, drinks, sunsets and the markets, and I respond in kind, leaning back and munching my way enthusiastically through breakfast, never a shy eater and mostly able to ignore his gentle amusement at my gorging.
We finish our meal slowly, and wander back to the villa even more lazily, an afternoon of sunbathing side by side.
I slip into the pool to cool off, hanging over the edge pretending to read my book, but I'm wrapped in my own thoughts. Maybe he's talking to me but the anxiety of all the things I need to do before the end of the year, of all the things I need to get done in my life with the world so crazily uncertain, I don’t really hear him.
All of a sudden a two drops of cold water hit my shoulder, cold and ticklish against my sun baked skin, and I flick them away irritably, not even bothering to wonder where they came from.
He catches my hand as it leaves my shoulder, pulling me round to face him making me screech in surprise. I hadn't even noticed him getting in the pool. I quickly drop the book with my other hand, and he pulls my arm around his neck, bringing one to join the other. I wrap my legs around his waist and draw him in tighter to me as he kisses me, lightly at first, soft, quick kisses on my mouth, and all over my face, my eyebrows, my cheekbones, and even my nose, making me smile so hard I feel like my face is splitting, and my heart swell up dangerously.
My smiles turns to gasps as he moves down to my neck, rubbing the side of his face to mine, blowing softly on my ears and sending tingles down my spine. He pulls away from me for a second, holding my face in his hands and looking deep into my eyes, before kissing me again. This time it’s hard and deep, droplets of water between us making our kisses slippery and moist. I lose myself in his kiss and go so deep I start to feel dizzy, my legs tightening around him and pushing me onto him, his swim shorts floating somewhere on the other side of the pool.
He takes a hold of my bum in each hand, lifting me up and even closer into him, pressing himself against me, moving his hips slowly and deliberately from side to side. My head drops back and my mouth drop open in a groan of pleasure. One hand snakes around under my leg, and slipping my bikini to the side he nudges against me, my skin tight against him. He traps me against the side, pushing through my resistance into my wet, hot insides, it hurts for a moment and then it’s pure pleasure but my yell when he pushed into me scared him, he knows he's hurt me in his excitement and he stops dead. He waits until I he sees my face relax and settles into small circular movements , my earlier yell turning into a low growl, and then starts to move faster. Gripping my waist he bounces me up and down on him, the water slapping in a tidal wave between us, keeping the rhythm soft in his concern, and me frustrated. I start to struggle out of his hands, twisting around to claw at the pool side. He watches me for a moment, then gives me a helpful shove up the bottom, sending me very ungracefully onto my face in the grass. He pulls himself effortlessly out of the pool beside me, looming over me in the sunlight, casting a shadow over my shaking form.
I look up at his dripping body from my position on my back, feeling a pulse of need wave through me. He sees it, and hesitates, makes me wait a little before dropping down to bury his face between my legs, lifting my hips to meet him with his hands. His wet hair tickles my thighs and I can’t decide whether to laugh or cry, this feels so good. Just as I feel myself getting close, he drops back onto his heels, taking both my ankles in one hand over my head, tipping my ass into the air and exposing me completely, completely unable to move.
Before I have too long to think about his view with me in naked plough pose and get shy, he leans forward with both ankles in one hand pressed against the ground, he crouches over me, using his other hand to slide himself inside me hard and fast, instinctively knowing what I need, and I’m squirming wildly against him. I can’t tell whether I want to get closer or move away from his relentless pounding as the pleasure is building up so fast I can barely handle it, and I feel an overwhelming urge to kick up and push him off and at the same time pull him in closer . I shout his name, my body already throbbing and tightening with my orgasm.
My legs, which have been pushing hard back against his hands suddenly give way, my knees dropping to the side of my face as they start to shake, a hot warm heat spreading out from my belly in waves, my back arching into wave after wave of mind blowing pleasure. I am completely lost in the universe, lost in him, my mind a zero blank of oblivion
I come back to my panting, shaking body, to find him emptying into me, his head resting against my face, grunting loudly.
He rolls over, lying in the grass beside me, throwing one arm companionably over my stomach, both of us breathing hard into the warm air. He gets up slowly, leaving me recovering in the grass, only to return seconds later with an ice cold bottle of water, sitting down to cradle my head and feed it to me like a child. These moments of incredibly intimate affection with him totally floor me, and despite my usual cynicism it feel so incredibly natural that I just relax into it, opening up in return.
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