The One Addicted(64)

We spend a lazy afternoon, napping on the sun loungers, reading and swimming in the infinity pool. Sebastian takes a few work calls but I don’t mind, as I’m happy to read and I’m given the opportunity to FaceTime Finn for a few minutes, which settles me, knowing he is more than happy and having fun with my parents.

It is nearly 4pm when I feel Seb’s hands on me hear his cheeky mutters of advice that my bottom needs a refresher of suncream. I hear the cap flip off on the lotion and jump as the first cool blob hits my hot sun-kissed skin. His large hands capture it and begin to rub ever so gently, massaging my shoulders, my arms and unclipping my bikini top. More cream is soothed into my back, in long stretched out movements and I moan in pleasure. “God, that feels good.”

His fingers knead my lower back before slipping lower to squeeze my bum, smoothing over each cheek before stroking a finger along each crease. Then he stops. And I immediately crave his touch once again - the sexual current between is electric.

“That’s you done, baby. Fancy returning the favour?”

I sit up and pat the sun-lounger. “Sit, sexy man. These fingers are magic.”

“I know that - shit, now all I can think about is them on my cock.”

I laugh and he sits and nudges back into my open legs. I take the suncream and lather him, worshipping his skin, with the same due care and attention that he’d shown me, as we watch the waves together, the sea glittering like blue tourmaline. I wrap my arms around him, drawing him back to my chest and kiss his skin - he smelled of coconut, salt and Seb - my love.

“Thank you for bringing me here. I wouldn’t want to be here with anyone else.”

“Me either, baby. The days are going by too fast already but you really need to stop thanking me, well with words, anyway.”

I kiss the hand he’s reached over his shoulder and press my breasts into his back, holding on to his waist. I love this man so much.

“I love your smell.”

“I love having your body against mine. I wish we could stay like this forever.”

“Me too.” Just hearing his breath against my ear, sends shivers down my spine - we really are in a sun-drenched paradise.

Seb stands and holds his hand out to me. “Come, let’s go for a stroll along the beach. It’s almost time to go in and get ready before dinner - we could go to one of the resort bars if you fancy afterwards?”

We could, but all I want to do is keep him for myself. Maybe tomorrow night.

“Would you mind if we just ordered in and chilled?”

“Not at all - what are you thinking - a movie, cards, strip poker?” I glimpse a flash of his white teeth and reach up to stroke his lightly-stubbled face.

“Nah-ah, I was thinking more along the lines of eating chinese, naked in bed.”

“Sounds perfect - throw in a beer with that and you’re the perfect woman.”

We pad down to the beach, hand in hand, plonking ourselves down on the wet sand, as we near the tide, the surf, swirling around us and on a whim, I straddle my gorgeous man, clasping my hands around his head and pressing my lips to his.

I kiss him with every ounce of passion I have in me, the love I have for him spilling out and into the waves gently rippling over our legs. I seek his tongue and moan when we meet, duelling and sliding in and out of each other’s mouths sensuously. We are alone on our desert beach and I want him, but for me, the moment is more about the kiss. It is desperate, soul-wrenching, honest and so reciprocated - I know he feels the same - he’s just taking a little longer to come to that conclusion himself.


As we head in for the night, I’m warmed by the everyday touches that continue to surprise me within the Villa. Our Master-suite now has a beautiful sprinkling of petals across the huge bed in the shape of a heart - they’d not been there before we’d left to sunbathe for the afternoon - Mohammed must have worked his magic once again. The place was seriously set for romance - it would be a wonderful setting for a honeymoon.

Sebastian disappears to organise our food and get drinks and I take a minute to look around, noticing candles in abundance, and a deep bath running, with more petals floating on top of the expanding bubbles. With the lights dimmed, I can see the water beneath the glass bath and the fish swimming, brightly coloured and exotic. This place was made for lovers and had been designed by a master.

I flick a playlist on and Lana Del Rey’s sexy voice filters through the speakers, as she blast out the beginnings to Young and Beautiful - I lurve this song. I strip and climb into the sunken bath, stopping the taps and allow my body to sink into the fragranced water, washing myself and my hair before luxuriating in the weightless sensation. I close my eyes for a second, enjoying the music, the setting, my happiness - it all felt so relaxing.