That afternoon, I gift her with a white string bikini, and tell her to wear it under whichever dress she chooses for date night. She blushes, looking at how diminutive it is, but agrees. Inside a velvet box, there is also the bracelet I've commissioned for her. I’m as still as a statue as she opens it, knowing her reception could swing either way. Taking the silver band slowly out, she rotates it in her hand, a line of confusion between her brows.
“‘Property of Raoul’?” she asks, unsure. “Do you really want me to wear this?”
“I want the world to know you belong to me. It will bring me great pleasure if you wear it for me.
What I don’t tell her is that there is no way she’ll be going out alone without it. I know it's controlling, and maybe even out of line, but I have to have it this way. My masculine tendencies will allow nothing else.
She nibbles her lip apprehensively, but after looking the cuff over a few more times, and then back at me, she slips it over her wrist with a shy smile. I want to pound my chest and yell in triumph.
When she arrives at the top of the stairs leading down to the ocean for our date, where I’m waiting on her, she’s a vision in red florals. My mouth is watering imagining what is waiting for me underneath.
“This bathing suit is completely transparent, for your information,” she tells me quietly, linking her arm through mine.
“Oh, I’m very aware,” I tease.
I want to touch her everywhere already, but I settle for holding the back of her neck while we walk.
The oversized blanket stretched across the sand is full of finger foods that we feed one another while talking about anything and everything. The sunset on the water is the perfect backdrop as she climbs into my lap and we sip champagne from each other's lips.
Finally, we strip down to our swimwear, Skye’s nipples hard and visible through the white triangles of her suit. She takes some time to appreciate my skin tight swim briefs, stroking me through the fabric until I’m fully erect before diving into the water with a mischievous laugh.
I catch her easily, grabbing her around the waist as she squeals, the waves crashing around us. She pretends to fight, but eventually rotates in my arms, wrapping her legs around me. The mood of the night changes, then, as she rubs up against me.
When I kiss her, she tastes of salt and champagne. The sea is calm tonight, and it lets us kiss leisurely, lips and tongues going everywhere that can be reached. Skye squirms against me, her soft pussy almost irresistible on my cock, just our thin suits separating us.
I kiss the spot under her ear that makes her shiver, and whisper, “Let me make love to you tonight.”
She freezes in my arms, pulling away enough that she can look at me. “I have to tell you something, Raoul. It isn’t that I haven’t wanted us to…go all the way, you know? It’s just…I'm a virgin.”
The confession hits me hard, and I’m shaken. It isn’t that I didn’t suspect, but hearing that no other man has had her, that I will be her first, is the most incredible gift I have ever been given. Skye will truly be mine, and mine only. But I will have to be very, very careful with my little treasure, especially with how nervous she is in my arms right now,
I rub my nose against her, and nip her bottom lip gently. “You have no idea how happy that makes me,Tesorina.”
“Really?” she asks, surprised. “I thought you wouldn’t want all that extra nonsense, you know, dealing with someone who has no idea what they’re doing.”
I push my hips against her, sharpening our contact, and she gasps. “Your body will know, Skye, and you have already pleased me so much. If you will have me as your first, it will be the greatest honor of my life.”
“Oh, Raoul,” she sniffles, overcome.
“My only regret is that I’m not a virgin as well, but maybe it will give you some solace that I haven't been with anyone since I was twenty-two,” Skye sucks in a surprised breath, but I continue, “Sex felt empty to me without love, and I’ve known since I was a young man that there would be one woman for me only. One great love, Skye, and here you are. I’ve been waiting all these years for you.”
Getting emotional, she buries her face in my neck for a few moments, taking even breaths as she collects herself. Finally, she lifts her beautiful, now red-splotchy face, her eyes the same color as the ocean around us. “I want you to be my first. Tonight.”
I answer her with a searing kiss, everything in me screaming out in triumph. She’s mine.Mine.
Chapter 6
Skye
Both of us are enveloped by this trance, everything else obscured by our need for one another. There is no hurry…this villa is a place outside of time for us, and it’s all ours.
Raoul laces his fingers through mine as we climb the stairs up the cliffside, through the terrace door, and into his bedroom. The fact that we’re dripping seawater behind us like a trail doesn’t matter, and neither does the fact that our things have been left on the sandy beach. Something important, monumental even, is on the horizon for us now, and there is no going back.
In the ensuite bathroom, Raoul cranks on the shower, steam filling the room in no time. The tile floor is heated, which is lovely as the cold begins to set into my bones. I take a quick look around as Raoul readies our shower, the main feature an enormous jacuzzi tub, big enough for both of us, and I look forward to exploring its possibilities more later. The shower is made from smooth stone in shades of gray and brown, with a rainfall showerhead in the center pouring water down.
Once he’s satisfied with the temperature, Raoul turns around slowly. His swim trunks, which had already been tight and leaving little to the imagination, are now soaked to his body and hanging low on his hips. I want to lick the vee of his hip bones.
He holds my eyes with his as he hooks his thumbs in his waistband and removes them. Half erect already, his cock swells the longer I look at it, and it’s hard to pull my eyes away. When I look back up at his face, he’s smiling, both smugly but with a touch of sweetness. Raoul crooks a finger towards me, and I go wordlessly.