Chapter 39

«Are we really going to stay in one of those bungalows on poles over the water?» I asked dreamily. My head was resting on James' chest and I fiddled absent-mindedly with the buttons on his shirt, dreaming myself away. The crying fit had left my head throbbing and I was exhausted. But I felt a little better, empty but in a good way, it really had been cathartic to just let it all out and allow myself fall to pieces for a little bit. The surprise of our trip to Bali already had me distracted from baby Emily as I lay there dreaming of the tropics.
«Mhm,» he hummed into my hair. "I remembered you talking about that once, how you wanted to stay in one of those one day."
«So you've already booked and sorted everything?»
«Yeah. Well, not quite, Fiona did most of it, I just told her what we wanted and she did most of the research.» Fiona was James' manager, and the one to call whenever I needed to figure out something about James' schedule, because he rarely had a complete overview. She was also responsible for sorting out a lot of his travel arrangements; flights, hotels, booking drivers. She knew James, and knew what he liked. “She's sent me tonnes of info on things we can do, on diving classes, places to see, where to eat, all that stuff.»
«I can't wait to go,» I said, looking up at James with a smile.
«It's so nice to see you're smiling. Seeing you cry breaks my heart,» James said, looking at me with a trace of worry in his eyes.
«You're the reason I'm smiling.»
«Right now I suspect Bali is the reason you're smiling,» he chuckled.
«Weeeell, sort of,» I admitted and rested back down against him. «But it's the thought of going there with you,» I added pointedly. «Having you all to myself, just relax and have fun together. Blue skies, blue ocean, white perfect beaches, a book or three... It's going to be perfect!»
«I thought it was about bloody time we went somewhere nice, had a proper romantic holiday,» James said. «We've talked about it for ages.»
«We had our road trip, though...» I pointed out, smirking a little at the memory.
«But that was over seven months ago! And come on, it was five days and as fun as it was, it wasn't the most relaxing of holidays...» James argued.
«I see your point. I've never had so much sex in my life as I did that week!»
«We're still having lots of sex on Bali,» James said, somewhere between a statement and a question.
«I've always wondered if it is possible to have sex in a hammock...» I mused.
«We should conduct an experiment on that.»
«If it goes horribly wrong we could possibly break both our backs. Or necks..»
«That is a risk I am perfectly willing to take.» We lay there on the bed talking excitedly about our trip until I fell asleep with my head on his chest, emotionally exhausted, but calm and happy.

When I woke up it was very early morning. James must have undressed me while I slept, I couldn't remember taking my clothes off and they were now hanging neatly over a chair. Hanging clothes neatly over chairs wasn't my sort of thing. Now James was sleeping next to me on his stomach, arms hugging a pillow. His hair was a little on end, he had a bit of a stubble and his mouth was slightly open. With a drowsy sigh I inched up to him, wrapping a leg over his and draped my arm across his back, feeling his warm, soft skin. He didn't stir. For a while I was unable to do anything but lie there and stare at him, smiling to myself at how creepy James would've thought it was if he'd known I watched him in his sleep. Lazily I let my fingers slide over his back, playing over his skin. The feel of his warmth, his body close to mine, his skin under my fingers was enough to make my heart beat faster. James and I had been together for over seven months, and still it didn't take more to make me want him madly. I inched up even closer to him, almost pressing my body against the side of his. Gently I brushed my lips over the skin on his upper arm, trailing kisses up along his shoulder and jaw. He gave that sigh which I knew meant he was waking up.
«Morning, baby...» I said in a low whisper against his neck. My fingers were still trailing lazily over his back.
«Morning...» He mumbled into his pillow, not moving and not opening his eyes.
«Sleep well?» I nibbled his earlobe and smiled mischievously to myself as I let my hand slip down his back and into his boxer, squeezing his arse.
«I was, until a very grabby woman woke me up.» He was still mumbling into his pillow, eyes closed. It was impossible to distinguish if his voice was a little annoyed or just acting.
«I'm sorry, I'm just a bit... horny...» I breathed seductively into his ear, squeezed his arse again and pressed my pubic bone against him, almost grinding against his hip.
«I've heard cold showers are supposed to help,» he said, sounding utterly disinterested and very sleepy. Partly I suspected he was playing a game, playing hard to get, wanting me to beg for it. I could picture the smirk he was hiding into his pillow. But I wasn't a hundred percent sure.
«Fine, I'll just please myself, then...» I huffed into his ear and tugged a little harder than normal on his earlobe with my teeth before letting go. I gave his arse a final squeeze and slipped my hand out of his boxers, rolling away from him.
«Good luck with that...» he mumbled, still lying perfectly still. If he was playing hard to get he was doing it infuriatingly well. But I wasn't going to let him win this one. With a sigh that was a little louder than it had to be, I rested back against my own pillow and kicked my covers aside. Raising my bum a little from the mattress I slid my knickers off and threw them on the floor. I threw one last, quick glance at James, he still hadn't moved or opened his eyes, but I could hear from his breathing that he hadn't fallen back asleep yet. With another little sigh I trailed my hand over my own body, across my neck and breast, over my stomach and my hips. I spread my legs and bent my knees, feeling the cool air as it hit my warmth. I closed my eyes as I let my fingers trail over my labia, feeling the wetness beneath my fingertips. I bit my lip and let a little sigh of pleasure escape me as my fingertip grazed over my sensitive clit. This was a game I had set out to win. Watching me touch and pleasure myself was something that drove James crazy, I'd done this before. The little moans and winces I made was meant to get James' attention. I tried to listen for any signs that James was still awake, or watching, but it was hard to keep focus, my own fingers circling my clit was a major distraction. Knowing that James was probably listening intently, maybe even watching me, just made me more aroused. I squirmed and spread my legs a little wider, giving another low moan of pleasure. I bit back a victorious smirk when I heard and felt James shift on the bed next to me. I didn't open my eyes to look at him, or stop what I was doing. It was his turn to be ignored. Tilting my head back I dug the back of my head into the pillow, biting my lip again as the pleasure increased even more. I really was getting very turned on. My free hand let go of the sheets I had been clutching and found my breast, kneading it roughly. My breathing quickened as I raised my hips a little against my own hand, increasing the pressure on my clit. I nearly squawked with surprise when I without warning felt a mouth close around the other nipple. James' hand pushed my hand roughly out of the way and his fingers took over rubbing my clit.
«I thought you.. wanted to... sleep?» I panted, trying to sound innocent. James' mouth sucked hard on my nipple before letting it go, then made its way up my chest and shoulder, kissing and licking my skin.
«It's impossible to sleep in this racket,» he muttered back, pretending to be annoyed. Blindly his mouth found mine and he kissed me hungrily, revealing that he wasn't annoyed at all. I sucked at his bottom lip, burying my hand in his hair to hold his face close. The hand I had been using on myself found its way into James' boxers and I closed my fingers, still wet with my own juices, around his hard cock. He groaned into my mouth as he felt my hand close around him and began working on him. I wasn't slow or teasing, I had no mind for that anymore, I had worked myself up too much. His boxers were restricting my movements and I began tugging them off impatiently and James tried to help. Finally freed of his boxers his hand found my pussy again, this time sliding first one, then two fingers inside me. James obviously didn't have a mind for slow or teasing either. Knowing my body as well I did, maybe even better, his fingers curved slightly upwards and brushed against that spot which only he could find. A burning hot pleasure erupted somewhere deep inside me.
«Oh, fuck, good!» I swore passionately, arching my back and pushing my hips up against his hand. I felt his satisfied smirk against my neck, he'd found the 'J-spot' again, he knew exactly what he was doing to me and he was enjoying it immensely. The feeling of James' fingers against my sensitive spot made it feel like he touched the very center of my being, it was overwhelming and sent my body into overdrive. «James, fuck me,» I begged, hardly knowing what I said. James' hand disappeared from between my legs, I felt how wet his fingers were when he slid his hand up my thigh and over my hips.
«No,» he breathed resolutely. Before I knew what had happened James had grabbed hold of my hips, rolled onto his back and pulled me on top of him. Supporting myself on my arms I looked down at him, a little surprised to find myself on all fours over him.
«No?» I repeated breathlessly, a little disappointed. He entangled both his hands into my hair and pulled my face down towards his. Instead of kissing my mouth his lips made contact with the sensitive spot beneath my ear and he licked it, breathing heavily into my ear as he spoke.
«No. You fuck me,» he commanded, raising his hips and pressing his hard cock against my wet pussy. My body flushed hot with his words and it pushed everything out of my mind except my desire to do what he said. But I also wanted to tease him, remind him who was in charge – I had won this game and he needed to be reminded. I sat up straight, straddling James' hips and grinded down against him, making him wet. His hard cock rubbed delightfully against my clit and I bit my lip, smiling at the pleasure. James huffed with pleasure and impatience, raising his hips up against me again in search for more friction. Arousal reaching boiling point I lifted my hips up a little and guided him inside me, letting out a moan of relief as I sank back down, feeling James fill me up.
«Oh god, you feel so fucking good...» James moaned. I supported myself with my arms on his chest, slowly rocking on him, building tension. His hands were digging into my hips, following my movements. We didn't have a habit of talking much when we were together, but listening to James turned me on even more, I loved hearing him voice his pleasure and what I was doing to him.
«You too....!» I winced, trying to hold back and resist the urge to move my hips faster. I closed my eyes, tilted my head back and lost myself in the pleasure. Blindly I found James' hands on my hips, interlacing my fingers with his. «Fuck, James....»
«You look so bloody sexy like that, I love watching you....» James huffed. «God, you're so perfect.» I opened my eyes to look at him. Still thrusting down on him I leaned forwards, supporting myself on my arms.
«Yeah? Even when I wake you up and beg you to fuck me?» I asked innocently and bit my lip, staring straight into his eyes.
«Fuck, yes,» he breathed and kissed me hungrily, sucking at my bottom lip then tugging at it with his teeth. I wanted more, I wanted him deeper inside me, so I sat up straight again, spreading my legs even more as I moved faster against him. James' fingers were digging hard into my hips. With eyes closed and my head tilted back, my hands found my own breasts, kneading them roughly as I rode him hard and fast. I rolled my nipples between my fingers, tugging a little at them, going by nothing but instinct and primal desires. «Jesus, Emily.. wait...» James huffed. I froze, throwing my eyes open to look at him. He seemed a little flustered. I leaned over him, cupping the side of his face with my hand.
«What, baby?» I whispered, giving him a peck on the nose before hovering over his mouth. Not being able to help it I began moving my hips again slowly.
«Watching you like that is just... too much,» he whispered against my lips, and I felt the hint of a smile. «And I don't want to just come yet...»
«Okay...» I whispered back, still hovering over his mouth. I gave control over to James, letting his hands on my hips decide my movements and the pace. He held me still, gyrating his hips up against me slowly, enabling us to just enjoy being connected. I cupped his face in my hand, looking into his eyes as I bit my lip and let out a little moan, showing him that this still felt amazing. I couldn't help but smile at him, loving the closeness and the slow, considerate pace. «This feel so.. good...» I said breathily. «Having you inside me feels so amazing.» My breathy whispers made the passion flare up in James again, he took my lips in a hungry, needy kiss, sucking on my top lip and then my bottom lip. I winced into his mouth as he pushed his hips a little harder up against me. Wrapping his arms tightly around my waist he flipped us over on the bed without breaking our kiss. I relaxed against the pillow, letting him stay in control. His wet lips slid across the skin on my neck and chest, finding a nipple again as he began thrusting a little harder into me. I felt his stubble against the thin, sensitive skin on my breast, and his hair as it brushed over my chest. Instinctively I arched my back, raising my chest up against his mouth as I buried my hands into his hair, enjoying everything he was doing to me. James slid an arm underneath me, wrapping it around my waist, holding me closer as he moved faster, breathing heavy now. I huffed and moaned without even being aware of it, wrapping my legs almost around his waist in an effort to force him deeper inside me. James slowed and looked at me with a smirk, then looking at my legs wrapped around his waist.
«How flexible are you, exactly?» He mused, looking up at me again.
«You're welcome to find out...» I said, returning the smirk. James hooked an arm under my knee and gently pushed my leg towards my body, in the end almost draping my leg over his shoulder.
«Very, apparently!» He said a little surprised. «Is it uncomfortable?» He asked, studying me a little. I shook my head and smiled at him.
«No, not at all.» I bent the other leg towards my own body and James draped that over his other shoulder.
«Jesus...» he muttered, looking at how I was nearly bent double underneath him. He moved his hips forward gently as he looked at me, pushing deeply into me. «You sure this is okay...?» he asked gently. I tossed my head back and bit my lip as he thrust into me, feeling him deeper than ever.
«Oh god, yes...!» I winced, digging my fingertips into his arse. James' movements were tentative at first, still a little worried that this position would be uncomfortable or painful for me. Lying like this under James made me feel completely enveloped by him, and as he pushed into me I felt him inside me in a way I hadn't quite felt before. When all James heard from me was groans and winces of pleasure he became a little more confident and thrust harder into me, quickly building in speed. The excitement and feel of a new position that obviously seemed to work for both of us made the intensity of pleasure rise quickly in both of us. This position made it hard to kiss James, my legs were in the way, but I craned my neck and managed to find his lips anyway and sucked on them desperately. James was working fast, and I felt how the orgasm was drawing ever nearer. Gasping incoherent words of ecstasy I clawed at James' arse, dragging my fingernails over his skin, clinging on to him as the orgasm built within me far quicker than I managed to keep up with. «Oh jesus...!» I managed to hiss in that millisecond of nothingness just as your body seizes up and gives over to a wave of bliss. Having been to caught up in my own pleasure I barely realised that James had given over to his own climax before me. When my legs stopped trembling and I managed to open my eyes again, James let go of my legs to let me straighten them again.
«That was a new one...» I panted, still out of breath.
«How in gods name did you become so flexible? That isn't natural, Emily!» He pointed out. «It's not a complaint, though! It's an observation!» He added hastily. That had become a catchprase of his.
«No idea,» I laughed. «It's nifty though, sex and a good stretch-out, all in one go!» James laughed and shook his head a little at me. «I liked that, though,» I added, cupping his face with my hands and kissing him softly.
«Me too,» he said when he had returned my kiss. «Apart from the fact that I was worried I would snap you in half,» he added.
«You didn't, and it felt amazing,» I smiled and kissed his cheek. «Sorry for waking you, though, I don't know what got over me. I just... had to have you.»
«Don't apologise,» James said mildly. «The day you can't be arsed waking me up for sex, that's the day I'm dreading! But I was tired, so I had to make you work a little for it,» he added with a victorious smirk.