“Really? And what would you call it, Ms. Myers?”
“Oh definitely The Smile in the Sky Club!” Seb’s deep laugh is contagious as we cuddle in Egyptian cotton sheets, and sip champagne - the height of luxury. “I have to agree a much better name for it. Welcome to your first taste of The Smile in the sky Club, lady - now lie back and lets put another smile on your gorgeous face whilst I fuck you to heaven and back.”
A light rest and a shower and change later, we are being shown to the Presidential Villa at The Four Seasons resort in the Maldives on a sunny Sunday afternoon. I still can’t believe we are here. Sebastian had finally relented and informed me of our destination as we were about to land at Male airport. He’d had no choice, when he’d seen my stricken face, after a quick glimpse out of the window. It had appeared that we were to land in the sea - talk about dealing with my phobia at gunpoint!
Now with my feet firmly on terra firma, the glittering white sands and blue ombre waters surrounding us are more than enough to make the extensive journey all worthwhile. It is the most beautiful place I have ever seen; tranquil and mystical; each island bobbing in the water like stepping-stones on a path to the Promised Land. Sebastian’s eyes glint with mischief and excitement as we walk hand in hand from the small golf buggy style car which has driven us to our door. En route, I have seen the calibre of the small villas on offer to the hotel guests and they are seriously high-end luxury but nothing prepares me for The Presidential Villa.
“Welcome, Mr. and Mrs. Silver, to the Presidential Suite. I will be your Butler - your wish is my command.” A well-dressed Maldivian male introduces himself to us. Rather like a Genie and I shrug my shoulders in happiness - this is all too much but I love it. I also notice that Sebastian does not correct him as to our marital status. Mrs. Silver sounds worryingly good and I bite my lip, forcing myself not to travel down that path, it was not in our cards. Enjoy the here and now babe - remember your motto.
The accommodation lives up to its title, exuding unsurpassed luxury at every turn and as our Butler, whom we now know as Mohammed, gives us a tour around the palatial Villa, I make a mental note to take pictures of everything for Suzie and Abby; they’d be so envious. Dark wood floors gleam beneath our feet, with every care taken to set the scene for romance. A huge, open lounge and bar area flow out to the back of the Villa, where I can see the infinity pool and private access to the beach. Then we reach the bedroom, which is enormous. Flowers, champagne on ice and chocolates fill the majestic suite, where a huge statement battered copper headboard supports a pure white bed, covered in rose petals and white voile blowing in the air-conditioned breeze. A circular glass bath is sunken into the floor in the corner of the room and only upon nearing, I realise that you can see the sea beneath, clear as day. The bathroom is more of the same, high-spec, in coppers and greys, with plenty of white and letting the outside in. It really felt like we were part of the island.
“Royalty have stayed here and now this will be your abode for the duration of your stay.” Mohammed adds proudly.
Seb’s pat on my bottom is combined with a whispered, “Only the best for my princess.”
I think I can manage four days of this.
“Your things will be unpacked if you require?”
“No, thank you Mohammed. Mrs. Silver and I will see to that. We are keen to absorb what’s on offer.”
My raised brows are rewarded with a wink and a blown kiss before Seb all but throws our Butler out on his coat tails “Please buzz when you need my assistance.”
Bridging the gap between us, Sebastian crosses the space in long easy strides, his sexy body oozing a powerful edge; the look of unadulterated raw passion in his eyes flows and is reciprocated in my own, as our eyes lock. His palm clasps my back, pulling me towards his body and jerking my head upwards to look directly into his face and immediately I tremble at the need I see mirrored there.
“I thought he’d never fuck off - I can’t think when I’m around you.” His growl is full of emotion as he reaches out to graze my lips with his knuckles and then his mouth presses hard down onto mine; his tongue warm and wet, dipping inside to tease. I am weak at the knees by the time we stop to take a breath.
“Stop. Stop!” I laugh as he grinds his cock against me in defiance. “Seb! Stop. We’ve just arrived. Let’s go explore!”
“I’m trying to!” His petulant voice makes me smile.
“I mean outside, not in my panties!”
“You’re banned from wearing them this holiday from here on out.”