Page 19 of Out of Office

Nine

Adrián

The following days with Genevieve were a feast to my intellect and my senses. The first morning, things threatened to get awkward again. I planted my hardness against Genevieve’s back, loving the softness that nestled my length, and talked to her about mundane topics until she relaxed against me, her beautiful brown skin glowing under the early morning rays.

Whatever lay between us, we navigated it better when our skins touched, and we chatted about any topic. Once I figured out the code to keeping Genevieve comfortable, our days became some of the best of my life.

Gen with her walls down was a taste of the finest whiskey. When deep in her sensuality, it was a shot straight to the head. When she opened about her journey, the struggles and the triumphs, the fears and the dreams, she went down like the best smoky old-fashioned. And when she bantered and laughed, when we stayed up late at night talking as if we had been in each other’s life for years, she refreshed me like two fingers on the rocks, after a long hot day.

I shared more of my current life, opening up more than I had planned on. The specter of the depth of our connection through our common project, of how we were more alike than different loomed in the back of my mind. I didn’t want to add any stress to her stay with me. Work had no space in this retreat for her. And, being honest with myself, sharing with her my connection to the Tropics would have me opening to share way more than I was ready to give.

Healing had not been linear for me, and self-forgiveness of my transgressions still felt out of reach. Sharing my mistake and the deepest regret of my life filled me with dread.

She’d been at Aguimar for a week and had settled in nicely to the beach town life. This morning we planned to go to the shore early and then take a hike around the town. Most of the previous days had been spent tangled up in my bed, as we talked and sexed the day away.

I sat against the headboard, watching Gen walk around the room, holding her bathing suit and moisturizing her body before slipping on the white bikini. I couldn’t help staring; her internal beauty translated to how stunning she was outside; the way her curves settled beneath the white bikini had me conspiring on ways to get her in bed again.

“So, you haven’t lived with a man?” I asked instead, not wanting to appear too thirsty, following the thread of a conversation we’d started last night before I got lost inside of her.

“No, I have had boyfriends, you know that, but living with someone...never. I mean my mom and then on my own. I haven’t found that person,” she said as she bent over to rub sunscreen on her thighs, exposing the beauty that lay between her legs.

“Are you trying to distract me?” I grunted.

“What?” she looked back, the view of her even better now that I could see her gorgeous face. Her hair was a cloud of coils around her face. She’d finally let go of her silk press and had allowed her natural hair out, and I enjoyed playing with her strands during our nights together. Of course, I’d asked for her permission first; I hadn’t been trying to get smacked by touching her crown. She smirked, then turned around and continued her ablutions.

“Why were you asking me about living with a man?”

“Nah, you just seem to be very comfortable here with me, on my spot. I was just surprised.”

Genevieve giggled and covered her mouth, trying to hide her smile.

“Are you making fun of me? What did I say? Did I mess up something?”

“You’re good.” She smiled again. I was intrigued now.

“No, you’re gonna have to tell me.”

“Well, I think it’s adorable how you have such perfect English but mess up some little things. I’m not trying to make fun. It’s just adorable for some reason.”

“I’ll show you adorable,” I grumbled but was pacified when she strolled over to me and pressed an indulgent kiss on my lips. Immediately I ignited, the response to her ingrained in every atom of my body. Her tongue slid languorously between my lips, and I skated my hands past her lavish flanks, down her plentiful hips then grabbed a handful of her generous ass, squeezing it for good measure. She pushed away breathlessly and beamed at my obvious discomfort—the minx.

“Honestly, I’m surprised too, that I feel so comfortable. I’d been so nervous the first day. I thought it would be hard, but...you’ve made it easy, I guess. Everything with you is just...easy.” She stood up, continuing our conversation while I tried to keep up, her gorgeous ebony skin gleaming and moisturized as she put on her bathing suit. The idea of plotting a way of keeping her in bed for a little longer resurfaced, but she’d been adamant last night that my dick and food were no longer enough to keep her entertained, no matter my scintillating conversation and bedroom skills.

Besides, I needed to help a bit more than what I’d been doing around the hostel these past few days. I’d been present whenever Claudia had texted me for assistance but not really proactive with my support. It was hard to ignore the guilt roiling in my gut; Claudia and Mario had assured me they were happy to man the fort while I got some. No respect.

“It’s been easy for me too. I... I told you I had had some partners that I cohabitated with, but something always made it difficult to navigate. I think the view you offer is the best selling point.”

Laughter escaped as I witnessed the mock outrage on Genevieve’s face. But in the back of my mind, I wondered if it was easy with Genevieve because I’d gone out of my way to make it so. I’d put my best foot forward and she, in turn, had done the same. Maybe it was easy because we both wanted it to be.

“Are you planning on getting out of bed and joining me on the beach?” She pressed her hand on her hip, and I loved that she had grown comfortable showing me some of her sass.

“Yeah, I am, but I need to check in with Claudia first to do some morning rounds with the kids helping with some of the housekeeping.”

“Are you sure you don’t want my help? Nothing I haven’t done before,” she asked, and I immediately shot down her idea.

“No, you’re here to relax and replenish. Claudia would kill me if I brought you over.”

“Okay, well, find me on the beach. And you better find me if y’all need help. I’ll see you later?” She approached the bed and bent over to give me another kiss, and I took full advantage, pulling her entirely on top of me, my body awakening to her spicy, flowery scent as she laughed and squirmed over me.

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