93 Villa

Lance smiles but shakes his head at my obvious intent to get him naked.

"Let's go change into our swimsuits and explore a little bit. We only have today to do so."

I'm left speechless, thinking the whole point of coming here was to have sex without people hearing us and possibly complaining. I shake my head and follow him to the bedroom, where he's already taking his clothes off.

Swallowing hard, I head to the bathroom so my eyes are not tortured by the growing lust my body is feeling. Touching myself earlier did not do anything to help control my desire.

This stupid, sexy, ass! He knows I'm wetter than the beach at high tide but isn't even touching me to help me out!

I slip into my bathing suit with a light beach dress cover up, my swim shoes and sunglasses. I rub myself down with sunblock, and step out to ask for help to get my back.

I think I'm having withdrawals from Lance's cock, because the whole time he's rubbing the lotion into my back, all I can think of is him ripping my dress on and taking me.

"Done, you ready to go check the area out?" Lance's voice cuts through my day dream.

The frown that cuts my face turns into a deep pout, but I nod and grab the camera.

Lance takes my hand, holding it as we walk along the white sandy beaches, the shade of the palms, the quiet peace of the breeze surrounding us. The salty air of the lagoon that the islands surround wafts on that breeze as Lance picks up shells for me to look at as we start to hunt for the best looking ones.

We take pictures of the shells and put them back in the water. We take pictures of each other and play in the water to cool off. Every splash, every smile, every laugh that comes out of him makes my heart ache splendidly.

We decide to go eat something for lunch and as we walk, I realize something is missing. I grab his hand and hold it in mine, feeling better already. All through lunch I catch him staring and smiling at me, making me blush over the rim of my glass as I take a drink. My heart and my core flutters and tingles with anxious uncertainty.

That smile could melt Antarctica right now... It would be as wet as I am right now. Is that why I am so giddy?

"We'd like our evening meal delivered to our villa, please. Chef's choice, we're adventurous and have no dietary restrictions. What type of whiskey do you have?" Lance is placing our order for the room, ordering us a small bottle of alcohol and our meal.

Once finished, we head out to stroll the beaches and walk off our lunch. We go swimming in the cool lagoon waters, watching sea turtles swimming nearby. Finding a warm strip of sand we sun our selves afterwards, my head in his lap as he leans against a palm tree.

I feel his eyes softly gazing down at me as I rest with my eyes closed, our hands finding each others just moments before. I stick my tongue out and open one eye at him, to watch him laugh at me.

"What was that for?"

"You keep staring at me, so I gave you something to look at." I chuckle.

"Well, can you blame me? You make me want to grow old with you and make a lifetime of memories together." Lance says it so matter of fact that I have to mentally pause and repeat what he said again in my mind.

Lance pats the tip of my nose, "Shall we walk back to the Villa? We can wash off the sand and dinner should be served by then too. We can just relax the rest of the day away." He runs a finger over my temple, brushing a strand of hair from my eyes.

My voice comes out a higher in pitch and breathless, "Okay."

I sit up and Lance helps me up from the sand, helping brush off the sand stuck to my back before we head back.

It's relaxing under the water in the shower at the villa, cleaning the salt and sand from my hair. Lance went to the front desk to ask a question, letting me wash ahead of him.

I clean up and hop out, wrapping myself up in the villas robe that I noticed hanging up. I save my clean clothes for tomorrow and decide to just relax in the robe for now. I head out to the living room area and find Lance and an employee coming in.

"Oops." I squeak, heading back into the room, just in case I was to accidently give the employee an eye full more of what they were expecting.

Lance comes to the room and heads to the bathroom, "I'll be right out, Lirael. They should be out of here by then. Let me clean off and we can enjoy ourselves together for an early dinner." Lance starts stripping, making my mouth water.

I wipe my mouth as he climbs in the shower, "Alright, I can wait. What time do we have to leave here tomorrow to make sure we get back in time to get our stuff from Mo'orea and then back to Papeete?" I walk closer to the shower, watching as he begins to lather up his body.

"We have to take the second morning flight from here. Ari is having our bags sent to the airport. We just have to claim them from the check in counter before we board our flight." Lance informed me while while washing his hair.

"When did you set this all up?" I ask, leaning against the wall.

Lance started rinsing off before answering me, "While you and Hauata went to go and get the snorkeling gear from their house the other night. I asked Ari advice on something to do for you for our last night and he suggested coming here. Did you know he's related to the president of French Polynesia? They normally don't do one night stays here, but they did at his request." Lance turns off the shower, wiping the excess water from his hair and face with his hands.

I grab a towel and approach him with his hand out to take the towel.

"No, let me." I tell him, wiping his face, then his chest, arms, and back. Taking my time as worked down his body till he was dry. I let him put on his shorts before I dry his hair. I make him look like a ruffled hedgehog and burst into laughter.

"You look like a hedgehog..." I muffle a snigger, pointing at the mirror for him to look when he gives me a raised, confused brow.

Chuckling at the sight, Lance turns back to me and grabs my robe, pulling me close to him.

"You think that's funny, huh?" He gives a devilish grin as I nod.

"Oh my gosh!" I squeal as he begins to tickle me. I try to break away, to run from him, but suddenly I'm sideways looking at the floor.

"Lance!" I screech, as he carries me to the bed, tossing me on it.

He growled like an animal before pouncing on me and continuing to tickle me as I screeched and begged for him to stop, laughing the whole time, trying to get away.

"Lance! You're going to make me pee myself!" I laugh out, for him to release me. I sit up, and smack his arm, "You ass!" and rush to the bathroom.

A minute later, I come out to find him with a shit eating grin on his face and smack his ass, hard.

"YoW!" He covers his ass with a hand as my own pulses from the contact.

Shaking my hand to get blood flowing back through it, Lance gives a cynical laugh, "HA! Serves you right. That fucking hurt." He twists his body to look at his ass that's sporting a darkening hand print.

I stick my tongue out at him and start down the hall, and glance back over my shoulder, giggling.

He grins, hopping up off the bed with an, "Oh yeah?"

I squeal and take off running into the living area with Lance hot on my heels.