Camryn
SWEET FUCKING TORTURE. I should have kept my impertinent mouth shut. Perhaps I could have enjoyed a nap on the plane, or the complimentary beverage service first class offers. Instead, I had to make my way to the bathroom multiple times, not only take a breather from Trystan, but finally to remove my drenched panties. The look of surprise on his face when I dropped them into his lap is something I will never forget. The embarrassed gasp of shock from our seat neighbor is also something I will never forget. Palm meet forehead with a smack to it. You know the emoji, yes that one, well that is me in my mortified state, having the woman across the aisle side-eye me for the last few minutes of this flight. Apparently stripping off my panties, and delivering them to the man who had thoroughly soaked them, doesn’t sit well with her.
I probably should have planned that better and been less conspicuous. But I wasn’t in my right mind. In fact, I am still not in it. I am so keyed up on Trystan right now; I almost begged him to take me in the cramped bathroom, officially becoming a member of the mile-high club. But this is a game, so to speak. I am not alone in my want and need. He has adjusted himself more times than I can count. A pillow has concealed his lap for much of the flight, to my amusement.
After landing and grabbing our luggage, we make our way out of the airport. The weather is quite simply perfect. It is in the mid-eighties, with a slight breeze and no humidity. Trystan set up a car service to take us to our hotel, and they are waiting curbside with a sign that has Harrison scrawled on it. He makes small talk with us throughout our ride, but I am not sure I have heard a word. Trystan is absentmindedly rubbing his hand lightly up and down my thigh. Even that slight touch has me purring, and anticipating what is to come when we get behind closed doors. My face is pressed to the window, taking in every sight along the way as a means to distract myself. Aruba is beautiful. Unsure why it has taken me so long to make it here, I am more than thrilled to be able to rectify that. Five nights here will not be bad at all.
We pull up to our hotel and I gasp. Visually it is stunning. It is not a high-rise structure and looks to only be about five floors high. Palm trees are littered around the property. Balconies extend off every room and I can only hope the other side resembles this one, but with views of the ocean. While driving here, my breath was taken away at the blueness of the water. I have seen it in pictures, but they do no justice to the reality of it. The contrast of the aquamarine water and stark white sand is otherworldly. Surprisingly, Trystan has been quiet on the drive, with the exception of chuckling at my gasps, and every ohhhh and aahhhh that passes my lips.
We make quick work of checking in and the concierge accompanies us to our suite. Trystan insisted we didn’t need the escort, but the front desk asserted right back it was customary. They want to make sure the space is to our liking, and that we have everything we need before getting settled. Upon opening the door, Trystan has his wallet out, offering a tip, and insisting we are more than pleased with the accommodations. He insists we will call down if we need anything. Laughing to myself, I make my way to the slider leading out to the balcony. I don’t even bother to explore the suite, or even look around for that matter. Transfixed by the sight in front of me, I don’t hear the concierge leave. I don’t hear Trystan make his way behind me until his chest is flush with my back, and I am caged in between his arms and the cool glass.
Moving my hair out of his way, he kisses my neck and collarbone. Moaning out my approval, I shift my butt toward the rather large erection I feel behind me. Thank God for some wedge sandals making me the perfect height to do some teasing. Shimmying my hips gets the desired effect from him.
“That was the longest flight of my life. Did you think you were cute? Teasing me mercilessly, Sunshine?” He continues to kiss, lick, and nibble in between speaking. “Pay back is a bitch, and I intend to pay you back and then some.”
Testing his limits, I continue to sway my hips, rubbing my ass against his straining cock.
“Well, if we are being honest, I am the one sans panties at the moment, Detective. They were drenched and uncomfortable to sit it. So I am pretty sure I wasn’t the only one teasing,” I reply.
“When you dropped your panties in my lap, I almost lost it right there. Women have it made. You’re turned on and no one knows fuck all about it. Us men, on the other hand, have to deal with a tent in our shorts. Not so easy to do.” With that last statement, he pushes his erection into my backside. “Can you follow directions, Sunshine?”
“Ummm, I have never really been good at following directions,” I goad him.
“Isn’t that the truth? Well, there is a first for everything, now isn’t there? Do you want to move away from the window, or are you okay with putting on a show for the people down below?” He is still scattering my skin with kisses. His hands begin to make their descent down my sides. With each touch, my skin is on fire.
My mind is so wrapped up in him, I hadn’t given any thought to the fact that we are still in front of the window. Frankly, the thought of people watching turns me on more than I thought possible. My sex life after Trystan was boring and dull. Most often, in order to get off, I needed my fingers or a toy.
“Where did you go, Sunshine? I feel like I lost you for a minute. Does the idea of people watching excite you? As much as I would love to show off that sweet little body and all of the dirty things I am going to do to it, I want you all to myself. Turn around, Camryn,” he commands.
Something about the tone of his voice causes me to obey. As soon as I do, his mouth captures mine. This kiss is laced with desperation and need. He begins walking backward, taking me with him and not breaking the kiss. Spinning us around, I feel the bed hit the back of my knees. His strong hands begin to push my dress down and stop suddenly when it is past my breasts.
“Sweet fucking Christ, Cam. You are completely naked under this dress. Probably a good thing I didn’t know that earlier.” His gaze is penetrating and he looks like he may devour me.
“Less talking, more touching, Detective,” I tease.
“That feisty mouth is going to get you in trouble, darlin’.” A resounding smack lands on my ass. Shockingly, it doesn’t hurt. It only revs me up more. “Oh, does someone like that? Good to know, because your ass is one of one my favorite places for my hands to be.”
He finishes stripping me of my dress and gently shoves me back onto the bed. Slowly he begins to lift his shirt over his head. He stares at me intently and leisurely unbuttons his shorts. Getting impatient, I begin to rub my breasts, pinching my nipples into hard peaks. My breathing becomes accelerated. If he wants to tease me with a slow strip show, I can tease him right back. Sliding one hand down my body, I stop at my soaking wet pussy. Slowly I circle my clit with one finger, while still tweaking my nipple with the other hand.
Trystan’s pupils dilate and darken. Dropping to his knees with a growl, he rips my hand away from in between my legs and places it at my side. Starting with my right foot, he kisses up my leg. Spending extra time on my sensitive inner thigh has me about to lose my mind. When he makes it to my center, he gives a lick up my seam and places a kiss on my clit. He repeats the process on my left leg.
Past caring, I plead, “Stop fucking around, Trystan. Your mouth on me now.”
He stops his torment and sit back on his haunches. Chucking he responds, “Someone doesn’t like teasing very much, do they? Well, someone should have thought about that while tempting me earlier.”
Grabbing my legs, he places both feet on the bed and spreads me wide in front of him. My pussy is clenching with need. He begins his sweet torment of my inner thighs with mouth and tongue. His fingers slide between my lips and one sinks deep into me. Then another. His mouth finds my clit and he begins licking and sucking, while fucking me with his fingers. My hands find his hair and I pull his face into me.
“Ohhh fuck, Trystan. Please. I am going to come. Right there. Don’t stop,” I beg.
His amusement is evident as he chuckles against my swollen lips. The vibrations from his laughter send shockwaves to my clit. He finds his rhythm between fingering me and suctioning my clit with his mouth. I feel my orgasm building and his fingers come in contact with my G-spot. My hips shoot off the bed, and with one arm, he holds me in place and keeps up his ministrations of my body. The intense feeling coursing through me starts at my toes and travels the entire length of my body. Sounds are coming out of my mouth, but I am not sure what I’m saying, or if any of it makes sense. He’s reduced me to gibberish. An orgasm rips though me and I clench my thighs around his head. He continues to lap at my pussy, getting every drop of my moisture.
With my legs still shaking, he makes his way up my body. His lips drop to mine and I can taste myself all over his mouth and tongue. For some reason, this gets me even more keyed up. Reaching between us, I grab his erection and stroke it a few times for good measure. Swirling the precum over his mushroom head causes a groan to fall from his lips. Surging his hips forward, he enters me in one thrust.
“Fucking hell, Camryn. You feel like heaven. Your pussy was made for my cock. The way it clenches around me. Fuck! Perfect fucking fit. Every goddamn time.”
Moaning is the only response I can muster. No words come from my mouth. Our panting and erratic breathing is accelerating.
“I could get lost in you every goddamn day, Sunshine.” He pistons in and out of me with such force, every delicious slide of his cock causes my pussy to clench and quiver around him.
After a few minutes, his pace slows and he gazes down at me. His strokes become longer, almost pulling all the way out of me before he glides back in as deep as he can go.
“Camryn, I need your eyes, darlin’.” His voice is tender and takes on a serious tone. “I don’t need the words back from you right now, but I need you to know something. I love you. Always have. Always will. There is not a day in my life since we met, that I remember, when I didn’t love you. It’s you and only you. Always.”
Between his slow, steady strokes and his declaration of love, I am overcome with emotion. Tears fill my eyes and my body begins to shake. My orgasm rips through me and I fall apart around him. My release sets him off, and he finds his at the same time. Together we come, staring in each other’s eyes. His mouth captures mine in a kiss that is so much more than that. The kiss is filled with love, passion, hope, and a silent promise.
“Welcome to Aruba, Sunshine,” he declares with his dimples on display and his green eyes sparkling.
“And what a welcome that was. I can’t believe you brought me here,” my voice is filled with amazement. “It’s been a dream destination for me for sometime now. Now the question is, are you going to let me out of this room, so I can explore and enjoy it?” I playfully question.
Delight lights up his face. “As much as I would love nothing more than to keep you locked in this room all to myself, I brought you here to rest, relax, recharge, and to have some fun. Don’t get me wrong, there will be plenty of time with me spent between those sweet thighs, behind you, underneath you. You get the point.”
“Well, that’s good to know. But right now, if you don’t feed me, I may get arrested for homicide.”
Grabbing my hands, he pulls me off the bed, and picks me up. Making our way to the bathroom, he asserts, “Feed you I can do. But let’s get cleaned up first.”
We do in fact—eventually—get cleaned up, but that was after we got dirtied up again in the most glorious shower.