“We’re going to Cancun,” I announced, and Kristin’s smile froze in place. I glanced at my phone and continued, “In less than two hours, we’ll be on a plane.”

Still Kristin’s face was frozen in that unnatural expression.

“What’s the matter?” I asked and, suddenly, she burst out laughing.

Turning to me with gleaming eyes, she said, “You can’t be serious!”

I grinned, put my hand on her arm and squeezed.

“I sure am. I’ve been meaning to go for ages and when you mentioned that you had always wanted to, well that settled it.” Still Kristin had that silly grin on her face, so I kissed her. When I broke away, she giggled again.

“It’s like a dream.”

“Oh yeah?”

She nodded so hard her honey brown ponytail bobbed behind her.

“Yes. My life, this, you—everything,” she squeezed my hand tightly. “Thank you, Clark.”

I squeezed her hand back. “I’m just glad I get to spend more time with you.”

The rest of the car ride was a sunny sing-along. I cranked up the radio, rolled down the rooftop and we sang our heads off to old rock classics that we only half-knew. By the time we pulled into the airport parking lot, we were grinning stupidly at each other.

Taking her hand, I led the way through the huge building, which was really just a collection of massive windows laced together with metal.

“It’s beautiful,” Kristin said, lagging behind.

“No time,” I said, tugging her along, “We’re a bit late. I should have left earlier, but you know how work is,” I explained. My smile, however, went unreturned.

By now, we were nearly at the gate. The flight attendant glanced at our tickets, and then shot us a you-had-two-minutes-to-spare glare, though I knew that already. On the plane, when we arrived at our first-class seats, Kristin squeezed my hand once again.

“Wow… I’ve never travelled first-class before,” she said.

As I sat down, I smiled at her. The way she delighted in everything, it was almost like a child, like seeing it all myself for the first time. So, this flight, I enjoyed more than any other, as Kristin proceeded to be ecstatic about the sumptuous food, drinks and stellar service.

“How can you stand it?” she asked me finally.

“How can I stand what?”

“Everything being so great and perfect. I’d die of happiness if my life was like this.”

I nodded, her words dropping at my feet like a dead mouse. I thought of Mom and Eugene, and even ever-frowning Yvonne, too.

“Everything isn’t great and perfect, no matter how rich you are. Your problems just change.”

“What do you mean?” she asked.

I gazed out the window at the wispy clouds. “It’s like, no matter what you are, who you are, there will always be problems, the type just changes. For instance, I don’t always get a lot of time to spend with my family because of the work I do.”

Kristin nodded, and then said “So you’ve made quite a lot of… sacrifices in your personal life to be professionally successful, is what you mean?”

“Everything takes sacrifices,” I said, and then closed my eyes. Luckily my phone was on airplane mode, so I wouldn’t have to answer the barrage of texts from Sandra and the others that had been piling up since Wednesday. I should have gotten Carla to respond to them, but for some reason I felt sick every time I was about to tell her to.

Out of the corner of my eye, I glanced over at Kristin. Now, her eyes were closed, she was sleeping peacefully.

Yes, this trip should do the trick. I just needed to get Kristin out of my system, have my fill of her, and then I should be good to go. I should be good to go back to my old life, nice and scheduled and predictable. I couldn’t afford to feel how I was feeling now, as I looked at the sleeping woman beside me, the one who was so very beautiful, even as she slept.

Our plane arrived in Cancun late, but only by a few minutes. Kristin slept through the landing, hardly stirring as the wheels touched down.

By the time we finally made it off the plane, I was just about ready to pass out. So, I bought a chocolate donut, steered Kristin through the never-ending airport, and, finally, hailed a taxi.

“The Beloved Playa Mujeres,” I told our smiley driver and he rocketed off.

As our clunky car drove along palm-tree lined roads, Kristin rested her head on my shoulder and closed her eyes. I tried to do the same, but found myself keeping one eye open, on the lookout for anything suspicious. It was ridiculous but I had to make sure that nothing bad happened to this woman.

The journey was less-than-relaxed for me, and when our cab pulled up to one of the resort’s many tall buildings, I was alert and ready to move. I paid the driver his money, he smiled his broadest smile yet, and I took our bags and led her out of the cab.

The marble-floored lobby was another gorgeous sight Kristin stopped to take in while I dealt with the front desk staff. They handed over the key as soon as I gave my name. Then, it was a quick walk outside to our own personal villa where we could flop onto the bed and I could finally breathe a sigh of relief. Cancun. We had made it.

To my surprise, as we lay there, Kristin began kissing me. She gave me soft, sweet thankful sort of kisses, her adoring eyes never leaving my body.

“I don’t know how to thank you enough, Clark,” she murmured, as her hands moved in synch with her kisses, slipping off my shirt, then my pants.

Then, with one last shy, affectionate look at me, her kisses started making their way down my bare chest. They paused at my boxers, and she glanced up at me with a worried, frightened look.

“What is it?” I asked, and she averted her eyes.

“I want to… I’d like to give you a…” Her gaze flickered to my crotch, and then she shook her head, embarrassed. “But I don’t know how.”

I nodded, stroked her hair and sat up to kiss her cheek.

“You don’t have to if you don’t feel comfortable. But if you want to, then I can tell you how.”

Kristin gave me a small smile.

“You sure?” I asked, and she nodded.

Slowly, Kristin resumed her kissing of my chest, while my pulse rocketed up with what was to come. God, her kisses felt so sincere, so hungry. Now, her hand was slipping under my boxers, sliding them down, over my feet and off. And now, this sweet sexy woman, she was crouched between my legs, face to face with my dick.

Her kisses continued, and I felt myself hardening by the second. When she paused, I stroked her hair, told her, “Kiss it.”

She followed my instructions, kissing tentatively, then, once she saw that I liked it, longer and harder. She paused and I said, “My balls—kiss them, suck them—gently.”

And then—oh fuck yes—she kissed and sucked my balls, while I groaned in enjoyment. After she was done, she paused again so I instructed her, “Lick my dick, every inch of it”, and, as she did so, and I arched my back with the pleasure of it.

It was so hot, seeing this sweet, sexy girl with my dick inside her cheek. By now, she was getting into it, licking and kissing my dick and rubbing it all over her face, practically moaning herself, but I couldn’t wait any longer. So, I grabbed her head, and hissed “Suck it now.” And then, she did.

Her lips locked around my dick and she slid down it, as far as it would go in her little mouth. After all the build-up, it felt like my dick was going to explode, but I urged her on. As she sucked I grabbed her breasts over her top, told her “More.” And so, she sucked on and on and soon I was on the edge, but she was pausing, looking at me questioningly.

“Suck it, suck it as far down as it’ll go,” I commanded, and she took it in her mouth, all the way down and further. I could feel—oh fuck, yes—my dick nudged against the back of her throat.

And then I was cumming, and she was holding herself there, swallowing it down, my hot delicious orgasm tremoring through both of us.

Afterwards, she flopped to the side and I kissed her on the cheek. My darling, my dirty surprise, my innocent Kristin.

“Thank you,” I said.

“Thank you,” she said, burrowing her head into my chest.

It was ridiculous; I was about to say, “I love you” for some reason, but I stopped myself just in time.