leena
Five days,that’s how long I’ve known and spent just about every waking minute with Decker. My small bungalow, yeah, it’s been vacated. The only reason I’m not giving it up is because I’ll be staying longer than Decker. Which, by the way, completely sucks, like, so much, and it almost has me breaking down calling Montana and telling her exactly how I feel about this gorgeous man who is charming, attentive, gives amazing orgasms, and everything in between.
I also feel safe with him, so much so that there was no way a condom was coming between us. Was it reckless, careless, and a slew of other things? Yes, it was. It was also the best feeling in the world. Like I said, safe with him definitely means I trust him as well.
That’s why even though the majority of my clothes and toiletries are at his place, I’ve kept some back here for the inevitable. Why I’m mourning the thought of Decker leaving when it’s five days away, I have no idea. Montana would be kicking my ass right about now, saying to live in the moment, don’t stress on the ‘what could be or should be.’
“Baby, you ready?” Decker interrupts my depressing thoughts. We never did go snorkeling the other day just one on one. By the time we got out of bed and ate breakfast, we decided to hang around the pool, where we did more than just lounge around. The next day, apparently his sister-in-law booked him an excursion on the catamaran that Decker had no idea about until the concierge called him later that day to remind him. Of course, he added me to the excursion without a thought, much less asked for me to pay my way, something that he seems to do, much to my annoyance. He saw the way I tapped my foot on the ground and laughed. Decker Williams is a pain in my ass, that’s for sure. The rest of the week, we’ve done a few more excursions, like cave kayaking. That was so much fun while also being a bit scary. It was the food and drink tasting through the small city that had me buzzing in happiness and also making me realize I don’t hold my liquor quite like I used to. Thankfully, Decker had no problem keeping me close to his side or staying sober even though we ordered a car to come pick us up because we were both drinking, me more than him, but I love that Decker was being cautious. By the time we got back, there was a whole other level of intimacy I’ve never experienced, slow and soft, lasting longer than our previous romps. It was on a whole other level.
“Almost. I’m trying to get the tie to my bathing suit, but it’s being a pain in the dick.” This is one of Marlie’s designs. She’s dabbling into bathing suits for her newest summer line, but if someone can’t get it on because of the way it ties in the center of your back, it won’t do much good either.
“Let me help you,” Decker tells me as he walks through the room, wearing a pair of board shorts, these ones black like normal, only there are big colorful flowers on them—pink, purples, blues, all in a subtle manner.
“Thanks. I’m going to have to tell Marlie this shit was too hard, and you’ll need help, then she’ll tell me my brother is just the right man for that, I’ll get grossed out, and Marlie will laugh,” I grouse.
“Remind me to thank her. While you complain, the fact that my hands are on you, you’re not going to hear me bitch.” Decker makes quick work of the tie, then he’s standing in front of me, and his eyes roam the length of my body, that lip of his gliding along his lower lip, telling me with more than his eyes or words that he definitely approves of the dark red bathing suit. I’ll give Marlie one thing: the way the top hugs your breast, pushing them up, almost cupping them in the palms of your hands with the underwire, but you don’t even feel like it’s digging into your sides like most tops. The bottoms are more daring than I’d usually wear, especially in front of family, but on vacation, the cheeky style definitely works.
“Are you saying you want to meet my family?” Through our talking, we realized we both live in Florida, within thirty minutes of one another. It’s probably what’s held me together the most every time I think about Decker leaving.
“Leena, baby, look at me.” He comes closer, his hands cupping my cheeks. My hands move to Decker’s wrists, holding on to them. “This is not just a vacation romp. It’s so much more. It’s the beginning, so get any thoughts out of your head that I may lose your number or ever forget about you. You’ll be home four days after me, and I’ll be the one picking you up at the airport,” Decker states.
“Okay,” I breathe out.
“Okay, good. When we get back, we’ll meet each other’s family, get a feel for how we’ll handle things, but until then, breathe for me, baby.” Apparently, Decker can tell by the way my shoulders are probably touching my ears that I’m worried.
“I’m breathing.” I blow out a deep breath, inhale and then exhale, finally feeling calmer.
“Yeah, I see that. It’s doing hot-as-fuck things to your tits. Now, you ready to snorkel?” Decker’s lips graze my forehead as I nod my head, then his hand is in mine, and I’m trailing behind him as he pulls me through the open and airy house, nothing but water views out of every available window.
It’s not until we’re out the back door close to the stairs that lead to a small-like-deck that I realize the whole time we’ve been at his place, I had no idea that this was here. Had I known, we for sure would have never left.
“Holy shit, Decker. This is incredible.” Our fins, goggles, and snorkels are to the side, along with sunscreen and towels.
“Yeah, kind of ashamed to say I didn’t realize what all this place had to offer. Need help getting your stuff together?”
“Sunscreen, lots and lots of sunscreen on my back and thighs. I’ll do yours if you do mine,” I make the cheesy remark. The chuckle Decker lets out, it helps shut my worries down. He’s right. We totally have this. And once we’re home, we’ll definitely be together then, too.