She closed her eyes, allowing the small drop of sweat to slide down her eyelid to the cheekbone, only to dissolve in the soft fabric of her skirt. The air condition wasn't working, and she was stuck in the car on the road in a jam she couldn't see the end of.
She could almost feel the smell of watermelon her lover had brought to her lips that morning, gently waking her up. She smiled lazily back then, with her eyes still closed, slightly parting her lips to allow that small piece of refreshing sweetness in her mouth, brushing her tongue on his fingertips which softly smeared the soothing moisture of the watermelon over her dried up lips. She woke up with the feeling of being enwrapped in a thin layer of perspiration, with the back of her neck under her hair damp from the heat. It was early morning but the air was already sultry. The air condition wasn't working, which for some reason seems to be happening often when she's around.
"It's because you're too hot to take." she remembered him whispering the night before, and smiled.
She was still stuck in traffic, and cursed her decision to take that particular route. She cupped her hair and tied it in a ponytail, feeling instant relief at the back of her neck. A thin line of perspiration ran down her spine, making her gasp instinctively. It brought back the memory of him lifting her hair from the back of her neck. She bit her lip shuddering while he gently blew across her hairline cooling it off.
She opened her eyes wide in anticipation as he reached out by the side of the bed and grabbed another piece of the fresh watermelon. Smiling mischievously he sensually bit the melon and disappeared from her sight again, until she felt the overwhelming coolness sliding down her neck and shoulders. He took his time there, nibbling her delicate shoulders, breaking through the film of condensed heat on her body with his cool touch, in a manner which made her close her eyes and bite the pillow under her chin, for her skin was alarmed and her heart palpitated.
He slowly slid down her spine all the way to the small of her back and traced it back up even more leisurely with his tongue waking up every last nerve in her body.
Or so she thought.
She sighed in both relief and disappointment when he disconnected from her, letting the wet trail on her body dry up to cool her overheated skin. She kept still but her eyes followed his movements. He reached for the bowl of fruit again and took two pieces of watermelon this time. He slowly bit one as he looked deeply in her eyes. The corner of his lips raised in a half-smile as he winked and dived behind her back again.
She closed her eyes and relaxed as she felt the now familiar chill of him sliding down her back. But her eyes opened wide and her body arched as she sensed the same cooling presence at the base of her knee, overloading the nerve cells she didn't even were there, making her more aware of his presence than ever before.
He moved closer, leaning into her so she could feel his washed up, firm body pressed against hers while he drowned her neck and shoulders in more kisses. His dry warmth all along her side and the cold climbing up her thigh put her in that intangible position of softly crying for more without being sure she could take it. As he reached the highest point, he lingered some more until the chilling sensation enfolded her from head to toe spreading from the center, and finally dropped it only to gently press his fingers.
The jam finally moved. She sighed in relief as she glanced over the groceries in the back seat. She needed to get them in the fridge as soon as possible, or the effect of pineapple rings wouldn't be anywhere near what she'd planned.
"I won't be a second", she promised as she once again checked his fascinating body spread across the bed.
Handcuffed to the bedpost, David sighed and nodded in compliance.
For Malin, by the superbly magnificent Gina
It was strange that after living here for little under a year, Fernando felt like he was out of place. He didn’t belong, this wasn’t his home. He dreamed of sandy beaches and warm rays of sunshine, yet all he got was a bitter lashing of rain and a breeze strong enough to blow him away. He wanted to find his place in the world, but more than anything he wanted to find someone to share it with.
He was back at the dock again, waiting. Glancing down quickly at his wrist only to find that he’d forgotten to put his watch on, he made a mental note to be more organised next time. It had to be time for her to make an appearance by now. She was always there at seven o’clock on the dot. He’d made it a habit to take a walk by the dock first thing in the morning in the hope that he would see her. He’d been there for little more than five minutes when a movement to his left caught his eye. He held his breath as he watched her walk towards her favoured spot, leaning against the railing and looking out over the water. There was always a distant look in her eye, like she was troubled by something. He’d been over the scenario many times in his head. She would stand there for half an hour before dropping the rose she’d been carrying into the water and making her way towards the other end of the dock, disappearing from sight.
He swallowed nervously as his eyes traced over the tall blonde’s figure. She had her back to him, seemingly oblivious to his presence, as always. She was wearing a simple black dress with killer heels to match, and she looked every bit the perfect woman she was. He’d seen her many times before, he’d recognise those legs anywhere. He’d dreamt of her many times before too, desperate to find out more about this mystery woman. There was only one thing stopping him from going over to talk to her. The last time they’d spoken, things hadn’t exactly gone to plan. He’d gotten nervous and fumbled his words and she’d just given him a stern look before walking away. That had been then though; he was a different man now. He’d grown up a lot since then. Running his fingers through his hair, he took a deep breath and prepared to go over. Right at that moment, she snapped out of her daydream, reaching into her pocket and pulling her phone out. After looking down at the gadget in her hands, she sighed heavily. Placing the phone back in her pocket, she dropped the rose into the water and turned to leave. He cursed as he realised he’d missed his chance again.
This went on for more than a year, and each time, the same thing would happen. He’d pluck up the courage to go over, and then she’d look at her phone, sigh and walk away, the distant look always on her face. He wished he could do something, anything to make her smile. She always seemed so lost, a forlorn figure on the dock watching the sunrise over the water. Eventually, he decided enough was enough. He was tired of waiting. Walking over slowly, he stood beside her, their bodies barely touching. She didn’t look at him, playing nervously with the keys in her hand. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, she broke the silence.
“I’ve seen you watching me.”
He cleared his throat, not really sure how to respond to that.
“It’s ok, clearly you like what you’ve seen, or you wouldn’t keep coming back. Why do you do it?”
He wanted to speak. He wanted to tell her that he was captivated by her, that he wanted to put a smile on her face, to stop her looking so lost, but the words caught in his throat.
“Do you ever talk?”
He nodded dumbly; completely dumbstruck by the effect this girl was having on him. She bit her lip as a buzz sounded from her pocket, looking down at her phone.
“I have to go.”
Before he could reply, she was walking away. Shaking his head to clear the cobwebs, he spun round.
“Can I at least know your name?”
She stopped dead in her tracks, not even bothering to turn around before replying. If she had, he’d have seen the smile he was so desperate to get to know spread across her face.
“It’s Malin.”
“It’s nice to meet you Malin. I’m Fernando.”
“I know.” He didn’t have time to question how she knew his name before she spoke again. “I’ll see you around.”
And with that, she was gone again. She’d disappeared from sight so quickly; he had to pinch himself to convince himself that he was awake. He shook his head again, shoving his hands into his pockets and walking in the opposite direction, unable to stop the inane grin spreading over his handsome features.
The next morning, he got to the dock earlier than usual; standing at the spot she always appeared at instead of hiding in the shadows. He waited for hours, but she didn’t turn up. Disappointed, he trekked back to his apartment in the city center, already looking forward to the next day. He didn’t know why he cared so much; he knew nothing about this mystery beauty aside from her name.
It wasn’t until the end of the week that she made a reappearance, taking her place next to him on the dock in silence. He glanced over at her, trying hard not to get caught looking as he took in her features for the first time. Her long blonde hair was covering her face and he longed to reach out and tuck it behind her ears. Her eyes sparkled as she turned her head, their eyes meeting.
“Why did it take you so long to come and talk to me again?”
The question was direct and it took him by surprise. He cleared his throat again, running his hands nervously through his hair.
“I didn’t want to seem like I was stalking you.”
“Well, you kind of are, no? You’re here everyday.” She tucked her hair behind her ear.
“How do you know that? I might have been busy this last week.”
“I saw you standing here waiting for me. I wanted to come over, but I couldn’t.”
“Why not?”
“It’s complicated. I’d rather not talk about it.” She looked down at her feet, the distant look back in her eyes. Her hair fell into her eyes again, and she made no attempt to push it out.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to pry.”
“It’s fine. I get like this sometimes, most people wouldn’t stick around as long as you.”
“Then they’re clearly missing out.”
She tried to bite back the smile somewhat unsuccessfully, looking down again. He plucked up the courage, reaching out and tucking the loose strands of hair behind her ear again, his fingers brushing her cheek. The contact sent sparks up his arms, straight to his heart and she leaned into his touch. He looked into her eyes, looking for any signs that his next move was going to be unwelcome, but she held his gaze, closing her eyes as he leaned in. His warm breath ghosted over her face, giving her mere seconds to prepare for his lips covering her own. Her heart was racing as he pulled away, a shy smile on his face.
“Was that worth the wait?”
“You are.”
*Fast-forward five years*
He was stood at the dock again, looking out at the water, feeling the warm breeze on his face. This place had started it all for him. He had the perfect life now, no matter how long it had taken to get there. His daydream was interrupted by an excited shout.
“Daddy, daddy, look what I found!”
He turned around, kneeling down as his daughter ran into his outstretched arms.
“Hola, princess.”
He stood up, picking her up in his arms as she wrapped her arms around his neck. He felt a hand on the small of his back and he turned around, greeting his wife with a kiss.
“Daddy, Jose was being mean to me. He said my pigtails look stupid.”
Fernando let out a laugh, shifting her weight onto his other arm as his son joined them at the dock, leaning over the railings and dropping a stone into the water. He clapped his hands excitedly as it hit the surface, creating a ripple of waves.
“Jose, what have I told you about being mean to your sister? Apologise to her please.”
“But Papa…”
“But nothing. Apologise, or no football for you when we get home.”
“I’m sorry for saying your pigtails look stupid Eva.”
The small boy crossed his arms over his chest as his sister beamed at him. Fernando put her down and she wrapped her arms around her twin brother, placing a kiss on his cheek. Taking his wife’s hand in his own and calling out to their children who were currently running just ahead of them, he smiled, happy that now, he was truly home.
5 comments:
Gina and Venice are geniuses and these stories are so hot. Well done ladies :)
those stories are absolutely mind meltingly amazing. my only issue is that now i am seriously craving some watermelon
I read that story before I went to bed last night and I had a really interesting dream about watermelon...sadly, Villa was not included :(
I now want Malin to be married to Nando!
No matter how many times I read these stories they're still just as amazing as the first time. I love how sensual Venice's story was. Gina your story made me wish I was Malin!
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