“What?”
“Covering yourself. Let me see you. I love looking at you. It’s been too long.”
She sighs. “I... don’t know. Just feel shy sometimes.”
“With me?” He shakes his head. “How can I fix that? You know I love your body. I need to see it. I want to admire you.” He tilts her eyes up to meet his. “You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever known. Every curve is perfect. You’re my muse remember?”
Oh man... dizzy...
“Let’s get outta here.” He kisses her forehead and leads her out.
After she slips on a dress and twists her hair into a bun she starts to add a little make-up.
“Please don’t put that stuff on. You don’t need it.” He leans down and kisses her bare shoulder while smoothing his hands over her hips. Her head gets heavy and drops back to rest on his shoulder. “These aren’t necessary either.” He snaps the edge of her panties and the pop against her skin makes her jump.
“Oh yeah?” She raises an eyebrow to the dare.
“Yeah.”
She turns and hikes up her dress as he steps back to watch. She hooks her fingers into the sides and slowly slides them to mid-thigh before letting them drop to the floor.
“Hold that up for a second. Let me look at you,” he says.
His eyes might as well have been his tongue. They make her just as wet. She leans against the counter and slides her fingers down to lift for a better view. He takes a deep breath trying to restrain his smile and desire.
“If you tease me like that, we won’t make it to dinner.”
“I’m just giving you the view you asked for.”
“Put your finger in,” he says.
Monica gladly plunges her middle finger deep inside.
Quinn moves in for her hand. Her dress falls as he raises her fingers to his mouth. He closes his eyes and sucks her sweetness.
Oh God! I’m gonna drip if he keeps this up...
He pulls her finger out and opens his eyes. “Let’s go.”
They drive back to the main road past the luxury hotels and golf courses. The sky is going dark and torches burn in all directions. The air whips through the Jeep raising Monica’s dress repeatedly. It doesn’t go unnoticed as Quinn keeps shifting in his seat, occasionally swerving.
Look at him squirming from the view.
She lets it fly with a devious laugh.
As they pull into the valet at the Grand Wailea hotel, he reaches over to smooth her dress down to her knees. She smiles as a valet opens her door with a welcome.
They walk through the hotel to a restaurant with a long impossible Hawaiian name and a hostess who spots him immediately. The petite Hawaiian with long silky hair dismisses a coworker and smiles with a desire that makes Monica wonder how well acquainted they are. Her green eyes, that never leave their target, are set off by a fuchsia lei that graces her bare shoulders and a plumeria that blooms from her right ear.
“Mr. Matthews! It’s so great to see you!” Her voice is desperate and irritating.
“Table for two,” he says with a sweet glance to Monica. “And tell Maka we’re here.”
“Of course.” Her tone sours sizing up the competition. She leads them to an outside table on the edge of the thatched roof patio. Under the island sky they can hear the ocean and “Let It Fly” by Irie Love. Monica feels the aloha take over and smiles.
“Happy?” he asks.
“How could I not be?”
“I’m sorry it’s so short. We’ll come back and stay. We can stay forever if you want?”
“Don’t tempt me like that. I’m too tired to be rational.”
“Perfect. No censoring. Just tell me what you want... and it’s yours.”
“You don’t have to give me everything I want. It’s not required.”
“I know. I want to give you everything you give to me.” She smiles and reaches to hold his hand.
“Aloha lovebirds!” A very handsome Hawaiian man appears in his white chef’s smock with a smile. Quinn jumps up reaching first to shake his hand, and then both men lean into a quick hug.
“Monica this is my friend Maka!”
Maka reaches with both hands to gently cradles her hand with a slight bow. “It is a pleasure. I can’t tell you how happy I am to see you two reunited.” His eyes are warm and sincere. “And in my restaurant!” He turns back to Quinn. “I know you two are exhausted, so I’ll get some yummies out real quick and send you home with a little sweetness for later.” He pats Quinn on the back and turns to run back to the kitchen.
“How did you meet him?”
“I was jogging down the street a couple days after I bought the house, and he almost ran me over. He lives a couple houses down.”
“That’s not usually how you make friends. Enemies maybe...”
“I know, but I wasn’t really paying any more attention than he was. He felt so bad he invited me down here for dinner on him and promised I’d never pay for a meal.”
“That was nice.”
“Yeah. He came out of the kitchen and sat with me. We went through an expensive bottle of wine and talked until the last guests left. We have a lot in common.”
“So you were meant to be friends.”
He nods as the waiter pours some sparkling water and then a Pinot Grigio for him to taste. He approves before their glasses are full. “If you need anything else sir, let me know,” he says.
“So now you’re the VIP here?”
“Apparently. He’s made sure that I’m taken care of well. Of course I have to fight to pay for it. Doesn’t feel right to scam every time.”
“It’s not scamming if he wants to give it. He could have actually hurt you. There’s an amount of payment warranted there.”
“For the first meal, maybe... but after that? No. I’m capable. He makes a Kagoshima ribeye that melts in your mouth.”
What’s with men and steak? Just like Alex. No he’s not, stop that
. She looks around a little flustered until she notices how the moonlight silhouettes the nearby islands. The palms sway in the warm breeze as honeymooners walk among the torched paths. She looks at Quinn.
How can this be real? I can’t believe we’re here. Together. He’s mine if I can not fuck it up. He’s so beautiful.
His face glows in the candlelight. It reminds her of the night she exposed herself to him for the first time. Her bold display of desire through the darkness with only the candlelight illuminating his body. She flushes in the memory.
The waiter proceeds to bring greens with roasted beets and hearts of palm along with gingered poke. There are fresh warm island breads sweetened with pineapple and banana brought with mango butter. Soon after entrees arrive. A ribeye with various vegetables are stacked in a beautiful pyramid before Quinn while a seared lobster bolognese lands in front of Monica.
“Did you tell him what I liked to eat? This smells amazing!”
“I gave him a range of things you like... he’s good at reading people too though.”
They eat their meal with very little conversation between “yums” and satisfied moans. Soon the wine starts to draw their fatigue and the yawning becomes epidemic.
“Is the food boring you?” Maka says laughing at his own joke.
“It was amazing! I’m sad it’s gone,” Monica says.
“Thank you. Well, since I know you two have traveled a very long way, I’ve put a few things in here to sooth a sweet tooth before bed. This is just a quick visit right?”
“Ridiculously short. We’ll come back for longer soon though. Maybe even stay.” He smiles at Monica.
“That would be great! Then we can get together at the house. Mia would love to see you and meet you.” He nods to Monica before taking her hand. “It was lovely to meet you my dear. I look forward to having some laughs soon.” He gives her a little bow before squeezing Quinn’s shoulder. “A hui kaua,” he says shaking his hand.
“Maholo Maka.”
After he’s gone Monica falls into a daze staring at the torches along the beach. She hardly notices Quinn square the bill and take the box left on the table before her chair slides out. “Come on love, let’s go home.”
Those words are more delicious than any dessert he can carry. While they wait for the valet a breeze tickles a reminder of her lack of panties, and to her surprise there’s a twinge of adrenaline left in her body. By the time she hops up into the Jeep she’s feeling flush and exposed. When the Jeep accelerates she lifts her foot onto the dash and grips her head rest, letting the air whip across her bare sex.
Quinn shakes his head and laughs. “You’re too much baby! Aren’t you tired?”
“Exhausted,” she yells above the wind and reggae.
“Well you’re waking me up!” he says pointing to the bulge in his slacks.
She reaches to grab his hand from the stick shift and place it on her thigh, guiding up to her wetness. He swirls his fingers before plunging inside.
Yessss!!!
They come to a fork in the main road where he needs to down-shift. He quickly throws it into first gear, and hastily stops at the intersection. After letting another car go he launches them into first, second and finally third before grabbing her again. The road starts to wind and a series of small hills roll her stomach with excitement. The lights fade behind them, and soon they’re on the dark residential road along the moonlit shore. Monica’s adrenaline courses with the speed and twitching movements of his hand. Just as she’s about to come they arrive at the gate, and he pulls away.
No! No! No!
Her pouty face amuses him as the gate opens. He shifts into first just as she reaches over and unzips his pants. She carefully works his erection free as he comes to a stop. Her lips swiftly take hold to suck. She repositions to her knees, and grips him with the other hand, sliding her tongue down his length. He lifts her dress to get a view of her bare round ass.
Too much!
Quinn lifts the lever on his seat and falls back. Monica climbs on top and lowers herself. When he’s deep inside she leans forward and pauses to feel his throbbing. His chest looks so inviting so she nestles into his arms. “Come here,” he says pulling her chin up to kiss her softly. She starts to rock her hips, but she’s too tired to keep a good rhythm.
“Shit.” She hides her eyes in her hands, shaking her head in disbelief.
He laughs and brushes her hair out of her face. “You are so hot! Hotter than I can keep up with...”
“That’s suck crap.” She buries back into his chest, embarrassed, but laughing. “I’m a quitter.”
“Quitter? Ha! This isn’t a marathon. We’ll have Jeep sex some other night. Let’s go to bed.”
She raises her eyes to him, chin in his chest and nods. He opens the door so she can climb off and jump down. His erection stands tall as he raises his seat back up.
How sad to waste that beautiful cock, but I’m exhausted.
As they stumble into the house, they both toss their clothes on the floor and crawl into the bed.
December 28th - Wednesday
“I don’t remember even closing my eyes,” Monica says.
“I think we were both asleep before we even got under the covers,” he laughs.
Monica’s nestled into his chest again with her leg woven through his. Their bodies are warm and stuck together. The rhythm of the waves mix with vibrant bird songs to create a nearly fake soundtrack of tropical paradise.
“This bed is so comfortable! Oh my god! I’m never getting up,” she says.
“It’s better than the other one huh?”
“The other one is comfortable too, but not the same. This is like... I’ve sunken into a cloud. Heaven.”
They linger lazily for another half hour before Quinn finally gets up.
“What do want to do today?”
“Don’t we have to go to the gallery?” she asks.
“Yeah, but we can do that whenever. It won’t take long.”
“When does the contractor come by?”
Oh shit!
Quinn forgot and jumps to look at the clock.
Oh good, still early.
He settles back into Monica relieved. “He won’t be here for a couple hours. And that’s on Hawaiian time, so who knows. So other than those things.” He laughs. “What should we do?”
“I don’t know,” she says raising her head to look at him, “I’d love to go over to Paia and have pizza at Flatbread. Maybe snorkel a little. Relax. We don’t really have to do anything you know? Just lying here is kinda wonderful.”
“It is. I agree... but I figure we did come a long way...”
“So long. Breakfast? There’s a great little restaurant in Kihei that has amazing macadamia nut french toast.”
“Then why are we just laying here?”
“’Cause we’re lazy.”
He tugs her hair gently to pull her to him. “I don’t think that’s it.” He turns her on her back and kisses just below her ear. “I think we were waiting for this.”
“Oh. You could be on to something,” she says.
“Oh yeah? Like this?” He takes her lobe into his mouth and tenderly sucks.
“Yeah it could be that.”
“How about this?” His fingers take her by surprise diving inside.
“Oh... yeah... that’s... more than... good...” she says drifting with each swirl. His eyes stay locked on hers.