To Caress My Day

Grinning at his Twig’s compassion for him and his past, Seth reached out to tenderly grab her chin in his hand so she’d look at him. “Hey, don’t feel bad for me. That’s all in the past. Besides, you’ve already made up for that unfortunate time by granting me a week to take you away to a whole other world on this island without a single complaint.”

Twigs opened her mouth to speak, but swallowed her words back down when Seth leaned forward and pressed a kiss to her lips. As usual, the kiss delved deeper and lingered. She took her ample amount of her fill before parting from him prematurely. As much as she wanted to lose herself within his love right now, she still had questions about this mystery woman he took on a similar vacation to hers. Her inquisitive mind wouldn’t drop the matter. “Is that what the other woman before me did? Complain? About what? A place as beautiful as this?” Twigs did a quick survey of the private resort they were staying in that could house over 10 people and the gorgeous private island it was erected on. “How could anyone find a single thing to complain about here? I surely can’t! Jesus, even their toilet paper is immaculate! It’s the best one I’ve ever had the honor of wiping myself with!”

Seth threw his head back and laughed at that admission. Having to wipe a joyous tear from the corner of his eye, he admitted. “That’s exactly what she complained about!”

Bursting into laughter then, Twigs placed a hand on his forearm in assurance. “Well, I can assure you that you will not get the same ungrateful response from me so you have nothing to worry here. Well…except for one little problem...”

Seth watched her avert her eyes from him with a sly smile. Arching a brow, he inquired. “And that is?”

Rising on her knees, Twigs placed both hands on his bare chest and pushed him back down on the pool mattress in the center of the small shallow pool built into the balcony. With a grin, she straddled his nude body with her own so she sat overlooking him.

Grinning sensually up at her, Seth slid the palms of his hands up the top of her smooth thigh on either side of him and let out a husky chuckle. “Mmm, what are you up to, Ms. Barnett?”

“The one thing I can’t promise you is that I won’t stop fucking you all week long.” Twigs confessed to him in a sexy tone, her hands stroking up and down his warm chest toasted by the sun overhead.

“And why should you?” Seth asked her, savoring the feeling of her cool fingers running up and down his torso. “Let’s do whatever the hell we want for the whole week and not give a damn about what anyone else thinks. We’re alone here. So…what exactly do you wanna do, Almost-Birthday-Girl?”

Twigs wavered on it. What she wanted was something she wasn’t sure she was ready to accept in her present life, but…on this private island with just the two of them, it was a chance to safely sample it without a thousand eyes watching them at all time and judging. Her boyfriend may find it hypocritical of her though and could be offended she’d rather practice this in secrecy. Twigs winced as she ordered him. “Promise you won’t rub it in if I tell you?”

Seth’s eyes twinkled with excitement as he promised. “On my niece’s life, I won’t.”

Lowering her eyes to where their sex met but weren’t interlocked, Twigs let out a shaky breath and told him. “I want to pretend that we’re…officially a couple.” She felt him go rigid underneath her, but she ventured on. “I want to pretend that everyone in the world already knows we’re a couple and already accepts us wholeheartedly. I wanna be free…with you.”

Shuddering at the heavenly thought, Seth had to recover himself before he spoke. “Then I want that too.” He smiled up into her eyes when she glanced down at him in surprise. Searching for her hands with his, he linked their hands together, palm to palm. “Why not do that for the rest of the week then? Let’s pretend we’re a public couple.”

“I don’t see the harm in it.” Twigs agreed with a nod, before asking him with a smile. “Is that what you wanna do too?”

Seth paused for a moment, looking up into his girlfriend’s gorgeous face. She had just gifted him with a week of pretending to be her public official boyfriend. In the past, he’d have cheered and rejoiced over it, but so much time has passed since then that now it wouldn’t be enough anymore. He wanted more. More than she might be willing to give him back in reality, but perhaps on this island… “I want to pretend that we’re married. You’re my wife, and I’m your husband.”

Twigs let out a gasp, her hands fleeing from his grip to cover her mouth as her wide brown eyes searched his. “M-Married?!”

Sitting up to defend himself and to keep her straddled on his lap, Seth wrapped both arms tightly around her waist to still her. “Tahliah, I love you, you already know this. If we stay together long enough we might one day decide to get married. Is that such a horrible thing to pretend? To be married to me?”

“No! No no! I’m sorry! I overreacted!” Twigs objected, cutting him off from even considering that idea for a second longer. Her racing heart decreased back to its normal rhythm when she realized he hadn’t been attempting to propose to her just then. Hating the way she jumped to conclusion, she lowered her hands to stroke his chest again with a tender smile. “I love you, Seth, just as much as you love me. For this week, I’ll happily marry you and pretend to be Mrs. MacFarlane. It would be an honor to be yours.”

Overcome with emotions he hadn’t expected, Seth had to pull her into an embrace so he could recoup from her acceptance. All it invoked besides his eternal love was the image of her engagement ring sitting in his suitcase awaiting to be presented to her.

My god, was this it?

Was this the moment he’d been waiting for to propose to her in real life?

Willing to bet the billions of dollars in his bank account, Seth began to lift her off of his lap to ask her to marry him. Twigs seemed to have other ideas though. The moment she was semi-off him, her hand captured his erection, choking off his proposal. After a few pumps, he watched her guide him into her body as she returned to lower herself down on his lap. Utterly under her spell, Seth fell back down onto the bed, his brown eyes fluttering shut as his chest rose and fell under her hands.

“You’ve made love to me twice today. It’s time I’ve taken care of you now.” Twigs recalled before sinking all the way down on his cock, moaning his name out to him. Throwing her head back, her fingers dug into his chest as her body was bombarded by whips of euphoria that made her tremble.

“Tahliah…” Seth moaned back in response, his hand rising to grip onto her hips. He guided her next moves, appreciating her compliancy. It was too bright out to watch her conquer him and so he allowed the waves of ecstasy drive him further and further under into a drugged state. As soon as he reached the bottom, he was shot back up like a torpedo and cumming hard into her. Arching his back off the bed, he shouted her name this time, intermingling with her own shout of his name. “TAHLIAH!”

The couple collapsed down together on the bed, careful to avoid the large platter of breakfast beside them. Cuddling close, they laid there until they recovered both physically and mentally. Peeping an eye open, Twigs shut it again and smiled dreamily. “Mmm that’s never gonna get old, is it?”

“It doesn’t look like it.” Seth chuckled, knowing what she meant. Sex with her was unlike anything they both ever experienced. Sometimes it was almost downright terrifying just how much they could make the other feel. There were several times he wondered if this was where his life would end, with him buried deeply inside this Goddess from London, and then decided he’d die happily that way. “I wonder if it’s gonna be like this when we’re 90.”

Giggling, Twigs halfway opened her eyes. She’d like to think it’d be like this for them forever, not only physically but in all the other departments too. Their relationship ending was something she couldn’t imagine happening, not when they loved this hard and so fulfilling. “That all depends if you can keep up with me.”

“Oh, I forgot, I’m the old man with the young spry dancer.” Seth chuckled, snuggling his head closer to hers. “Things might change when we’re old, you know? You might be the ancient one and I’ll be the 90 year old with the energy of a 5 year old.”

“If that’s the case then you better love me just as energetically when I’m too old to get out of bed.” Twigs ordered him, poking his chest with a finger. “And you’re gonna start now by eating your breakfast first.”

Seth did exactly that, then made love to her again before the staff returned to find them both naked.