As I walk along the limestone pathway, winding myself through the immaculate landscaping, a sense of calm comes over me. The farther I walk, the quieter the music becomes, giving way to the crooning melodies of tree frogs and nocturnal birds.
A wooden arrow sign directs me toward cottages four and five, and I follow the curved path through the trees to find two cozy white cottages with light-blue shutters. Jogging up the steps to number five, I use the key card from the folder to open the door.
The inside is casual yet nicely decorated, and my eyes light directly on a platter placed on a small dining table. Removing the lid, I’m a little shocked. I expected maybe a grilled cheese or even a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, but when I lift the top layer of toasted Focaccia bread, I find what looks like brie and prosciutto with crisp arugula and some kind of balsamic dressing.
My stomach instantly makes its needs known, and I sit, picking up the sandwich and taking a huge bite. “Damn, that’s good,” I mumble around a mouthful. Kat wasn’t lying about the food here. The sandwich is accompanied by hand cut truffle fries, and I quickly scarf down every bite, licking my fingers when I’m done.
With my belly satisfied, I dig out a bottle of water from the welcome basket and down it in three gulps.
I wander into the bedroom, where my suitcase is sitting neatly on a luggage rack. Ignoring it, I open the vertical blinds and then the back door.
The gravitational pull of the soft blue moon drags me onto the back porch, and I shove my hands into my pockets and stare out atthe water. I’m not directly beachside, but it appears to be less than a five minute walk.
My hand falls on my phone, and I pull it out, snapping a pic of the ocean lit by the moon with palm trees framing the scene.
My entire being sags with a calmness I didn’t realize I’d feel. The weight of the world seems lifted from my shoulders in this beautiful place. I’d been concerned I would think of Leia the entire time, but this is honestly the first time she’s even crossed my mind.
I’d been filled with anger and hurt the first few months after thething, but I’d thought of my ex less and less recently. And now I couldn’t even picture her here with me.
Pocketing my phone, I lean against one of the posts with my arms crossed over my chest and glance around in the dim glow. It’s peaceful here, tranquil and beautiful. I’d planned on booking a flight home tomorrow, but perhaps I could stay a couple days. This place might do me some good.
My eyes fall on the back porch of cottage four… and I freeze.
Now, I don’t believe in spirits or fairies, but if I did, I would have been convinced I’d stumbled upon my very own moon nymph. Her feet are bare, and floral fabric flutters around legs that seem to go on for days, ending in the curve of a perfectly popped ass.
Her hips lean forward onto the railing, and I’ve never wanted to be a two-by-four piece of wood more in my entire life. Speaking of wood…
I palm my rapidly stiffening cock behind the zipper of my travel-wrinkled black shorts. It’s been a while since my body has responded so fervently to a woman. Even during the ill-fated closet incident with Tiffy—she’d had to kiss my neck and rub her tits all over me for a few minutes before I had even the hint of an erection. But now… just looking at this goddess that doesn’t even know I exist… I’m in full-blown boner mode.
Her body is lithe, with two swells on her chest that are covered by a pretty blue-and-white fabric. I venture a guess that they’d be even prettier bare and in my mouth.
Drawing my eyes up her slim neck, I find her face upturned to the moon, lids closed and lips open, as if she’s soaking in the night, absorbing it into her skin and lungs. Though I can only see her in profile, I can tell her face is stunning, with smooth cheeks and a cute, upturned nose.
She’s so still she could almost be a statue, so I startle at the sudden movement of her hand. My gaze follows it as she reaches up to tug the band holding her ponytail in place. She shakes her head and silk surrounds her, blowing around in a turbulent maelstrom of blonde hair that appears almost silver in the cool blue light of the moon.
Fuck, I want to bury my hands in all that silk—pulling, tugging, massaging—while I sink into her from behind.
My cock jerks, approving of that idea. The greedy motherfucker is currently attempting to perform a jailbreak from my pants. It’s borderline painful.
Stepping back closer to the cottage, I drape myself in the shadows of the outdoor shower and quietly unfasten my button and zipper.
What the fuck are you doing, Swain?Hell if I know, but I’m aching for this woman I’ve never even seen in full light. She looks so beautiful, the vision of her almost ethereal.
Like she was made to be taken in the moonlight.
Lowering the waistband of my boxer briefs, I release my dick and take it in my hand. The heat of it sears my palm, the heaviness thick and throbbing. Shifting my hand up to my tip, I find it leaking my desire, and I use the wetness to lubricate the first stroke.
God. Yes.
My hips begin to pump against my fist as the goddess ruffles her fingers through her hair and then drifts her hand down that pretty throat of hers. I have to grit my teeth when she continues downward and pauses long enough to give her left tit a squeeze.
What a temptress.
As my hand continues to stroke my weeping cock, she leans forward toward the ocean. That serves to jut her ass out, and Iimagine myself gripping the rounded contours of her hips and plunging into her. Over and over. Drawing out her wetness with my rough handling. Then I’d slide one hand up her spine, beneath those gorgeous locks that hang almost to her waist, and grip a handful at the base of her skull.
My breathing grows ragged and then halts in my throat when she reaches down to gather the skirt of her dress in one fist and bunch it up around her thighs. I’m greeted with the delicious sight of toned, tanned legs that I’d like to wear as a scarf.
She fans the material, probably to ward off the humidity of the night, and my mind conjures up beads of sweat on those sexy legs. And wetness of another kind. If I were behind her, I’d pause long enough to drop to my knees and take a long taste of what I’m sure would be heaven. My mouth waters at the thought of making her come on my tongue.
