The One Addicted(69)

“I can’t! No more… Seb!”

I’m spent and all I want is for him to crawl over my body and fill me until I can’t breathe because he’s buried so deep inside me, inside my soul and he doesn’t disappoint.


That night, we dine al fresco.

I’m careful with my attire and select a red slim fitting maxi dress and add turquoise drops and matching chunky ring, before sliding my feet into flops. The colours show my accelerating tan off nicely and I decide to slick my hair back into a low ponytail and use nothing but mascara, gloss and blush. The beauty of holiday skin, meant I could keep things simple.

I join Sebastian out on the beach, a short while later, after being informed by our butler that dinner was served.

I could definitely get used to this.

He has his back to me, whilst he watches the waves roll in, and is dressed casually in white pinstriped tailored shorts and a black linen shirt, sleeves rolled back. He looks devastating in this setting and seriously sexy. I pinch myself quickly on my arm as I make my way down the short stack of steps to the sand below, wincing at the slight pain created, but pleased at the reminder that it gives me; this is all real. It’s not a dream. I am here with a fucking God, in this setting and I am the luckiest woman alive.

To Seb’s right is a gazebo, draped in white muslin and decorated with flowers and tea-lights. Inside is a table set for two, with crisp white linen, silverware, crystal glasses and our starters. How utterly perfect. I am about to sit down to a luxury meal on our private beach in The Maldives with my best-friend and incredible lover. I wonder what I ever did to get this lucky.

“This looks amazing!” I make way over to my man and he spins at my voice.

“Yes. Yes it does. Come here, beautiful.”

“The starters are on the table already…”

“The food can bloody wait. I’ve a hunger for something far more juicy…” He leans in to kiss me and we hold one another.

“I’m sorry, Silver but I can’t - I need sustenance.”

“I losing out to food huh?”

“Yes but think of all the energy it will give me.” To be honest I’m ravenous. I’d hardly eaten a proper meal since I’d arrived - I’d felt nauseous every day on and off and put it down to the heat and the jet lag. Tonight, I could eat a horse!

We enjoy our starters with gusto, chattering happily, whilst overlooking the sparkling sea, his hand constantly straying to mine for contact, in between, taking a drink, or using his napkin. My foot finding his ankle beneath the table and stroking gently up and down. Our laughter is shared and the ambience romantic and relaxed, as the sun sets majestically in the distance and the candles create an intimate glow around us.

“Are you cold, Lu?”

I nod and rub my arms. “A bit.”

He stands, grabs my pashmina from inside and rejoins me, placing it around my shoulders, extracting my hair, his fingers toying lightly at my nape. That one small gesture, one of many over the past few weeks, turned my insides to mush and my pussy to boiling point. I’d distinctly lacked that thoughtfulness in my last relationship.

We’re then served Mas Riha, a Maldavian speciality consisting of, fish curry made from fresh swordfish, ginger, coconut and peppers - which was out of this world, and came with lemon rice and a huge, freshly baked Naan bread to share.

“This is better than any curry from Yorkshire and we’re supposed to deliver the best of the best.” I mumble through a mouthful.

“It’s one of my favourites. I’m glad you like. It’s nice to see you finally eat; I was beginning to worry.”

I smile up at his perfect features and feel the need to pinch myself once more. I feel well and truly pampered. “I’m fine - I’ve just not felt 100% but sometimes that happens when you go to a hot country.”

“It does, but maybe I need to be less demanding of your hot little body and step up in the boyfriend department.”

Boyfriend? I like the sound of it but I don’t want him to stop our sex marathon, so answer quickly, “I’m fine.”

He takes a sip of his water and grins, showcasing his perfect teeth, “That may be, but tonight you and I can enjoy each other in different ways. As long as I’m with you - I’m happy.”

Deep breaths. He was making such an effort. To be honest I’d be happy to finish our meal, and go for a stroll on the beach, then cosy up in the cinema room with a pay-per-view movie and say as much when Mohammed comes to clear our plates, he discusses our plans with him, requesting things to be readied for us in an hour.

“Cheesecake?”

I shake my head and pat my slightly swollen tummy. “I’m replete.”