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On the next morning of their vacation, they make their way to Vlychada - The Moonscape Beach. Matt has told them beforehand which parts of the beach are more secluded than the others so that they can have their privacy guaranteed. The area they chose has large umbrellas and white lounge chairs scattered along the beach. The sand beneath their feet is grey, like moondust. Behind them is a white cliff with patterns sculptured by the wind. True to Matt’s words, there are not many people here, despite it being a cloudless day just like the day before. They put their stuff on two of those chairs, away from the rest of them. They change into swimwear in a public bathroom but Gillian remains in her white and blue sundress, saying she’s just going to sit on the beach and read. David was hoping to see her in the bikini that he noticed she’s packed along, but she isn’t wearing a bra and this dress shows her bare back so he doesn’t have any complaint.
The next thing he knows, Oscar and Felix pick up the colorful kites that their host gave them and run towards the beach. As soon as Gillian sees the kites, her eyes grow wide and before her little feet get to chase after her little boys to play with them, David grabs her by the waist, lifts her up as easily as lifting a toddler. Ignoring her squeal, he puts her back under the huge umbrella shade and rubs sunscreen all over her like the thoughtful partner he is, while calling out for everyone else to come back for sunscreen as well.
Her kite is almost too big for her to hold it back, and the wind is quite strong. Oscar was there to hold it with her, but then the kid ran over to help his younger brother untangle his string. There’s a moment she imagines this kite would pull her up, up and away. But then a large hand covers hers over the string reel from behind, lets her kite goes higher and she doesn’t feel like it’s pulling her along anymore. She bumps the back of her head to his broad chest when David sneaks an arm around her waist, the other steadily holding the reel. He just finished helping West get her kite up to the sky.
“Do you remember any scene similar to this?” He kisses her temple hello.
“Vividly.” She laughs. “Any tricks like “hips before hands” for flying a kite?”
“Oh yeah.” He nods, sniffing the sunscreen scent on her neck, counting freckles on her right shoulder. “Two people are better than one.”
★
They stand there swaying at their spot, gazing at the kites together, occasionally adjusting the string. After a while, they give it back to Felix and Gillian goes back to her chair to read, David joins the big kids in a volleyball match in the water. He still keeps a close eye on where Gillian is at and her surrounding, searching for a flicker of some camera lens like a hawk. It’s worth a few balls to the head if it means she’s safe.
When they take a break, Miller walks over to him and scolds him about yesterday evening, telling him that he should just get a reservation from a restaurant to do it tonight, but David reminds him that they have a barbecue party tonight with the hosts, and only seems to assure his son when he says he already went ahead and got a reservation for tomorrow night.
He regrets missing the chance yesterday. With fear in his heart and sunset in her eyes, it seemed like perfect timing. But then again, good timing is something that happens only once in a blue moon for them. He likes to think it was one of those factors that got them here today, though. Gillian and himself must have done something right along the way, seizing the perfect moment which has led them right here without even realizing it. He finds himself praying “the right time” has not yet passed.
★
When the sun is up higher, he goes back to the beach and sits down on the chair next to Gillian's. She looks like she’s napping under her sunglasses, but as soon as he settles, she crawls over to sit between his legs. He draws her in closer, turns her chin with his fingers in search of her lips. She takes sipping kisses from him, nuzzling his face lazily like a clingy cat.
He starts running a hand up her thigh and into her dress, cupping her core. When his fingers start to rub between her folds, she mewls and melts against him for a second, but then she tenses up and her hand shoots out to stop him.
"No," she shakes her head, her voice pleading as she looks around, "We shouldn’t. Not here."
He immediately withdraws his hand, loosening his arms around her, half-expects her to move away, but she doesn't, so he feels safe to drop a kiss to her head.
"I'm sorry, baby," he murmurs, "I got carried away."
"It's okay," she curls closer to him, hides her face in his neck. He once again holds her tightly, trying to make her feel as secure as possible instead of making a move.
"Later." She breathes into the crook of his neck. He nods, and they sit there in silence for a while before his stomach grumbles so loud it almost rattles her. He reaches for the picnic basket, pulls out a couple of roast chicken sandwiches and hands her one.
"I saw you and Miller talking over there earlier," Gillian says between her bites, "You two look serious. What were you talking about?"
"Uh..." He pretends to be busy pouring cold apple juice from a thermos into a small cup, hands it to her before answering, "I asked him to find a restaurant for tomorrow night, apparently we had some trouble about reservation, but it's all taken care of. Don't worry, you won't be starved."
“What was the trouble?”
“Well, they only have tables for two and five. So we have to sit separately at two tables.” He prays she’ll believe his lame reasons.
Thankfully, she doesn’t ask any further and simply hums.
“I forgot to ask you first, it’s just that Julia said this place was the best Italian restaurant here and I really want us to try it.”
“It’s fine, David,” she kisses his cheek, giggling, “I’d love for us to go there. Relax.”
She stuffs a strawberry in his mouth and he gladly shuts up.
Moments later, all five kids join them, lured by sandwiches and cold beverages. The cheery family has a picnic lunch on the beach then hikes to Oia to see the church bells. In the middle of their exploring, they somehow get lost in an alley from Oia’s main street thanks to misdirection from another group of tourists, but then it pays off when they marvel at the gorgeous cliffs which the alley leads them to. They make it back just in time for the BBQ party, with sore legs and a ruined pair of slippers.
★
When all the talking and cleaning finally comes to an end, it’s pretty late into the night. Gillian and David shoo their kids, already yawning between sentences, back to their rooms, while they see Matt and Julia off. Then Gillian goes upstairs and David stays behind to close all the doors and checks every room. He goes back to their room, expecting to see Gillian there, but instead finds a small note telling him to come to the pool on the terrace.
She’s floating on her back when he gets there, clad in a red polka dots bikini, different from the one he got a glimpse at in her suitcase earlier. This one is new. Skimpier, more revealing, definitely saved for his eyes only. He stands there gaping at the view until she splashes some water at him.
“Are you gonna stand there all night or do you want a closer look?”
His reply is stripping to his boxers and jumping in the pool. He swims around her like a shark, kicking water at her as payback. She takes a chance when he stops to breathe and latches onto him. Her weight pushes him down a few inches but he finds his balance and sets his feet on the bottom, holding her by her hips as she doesn’t waste a second, kisses him the way he wanted to be kissed for the rest of his life.
It’s burning through him, his desire for her. He wants to be gentle and rough with her at the same time. He wants to take her inside and mark every inch of her ethereal being, but he’s content to stay right here and drink the sweet drops from her soft lips until the last star dies out.
His hands are roaming her body and she senses his desperate lust, so she parts, almost cruelly. His groan is almost painful and he tries to reclaim her lips, but she stops him with one look and he settles for fingering her bikini top. She caresses his abs possessively, licking his ear.
“You taste like sunlight.”
His fingers dig into her skin, his breaths are ragged. Yet he remains where she wants him to be. Ever her dearest man. She rewards him with another kiss, tongue and all.
“What do you want?”
“I want to taste you.”
In a blink of an eye, she slips out of his reach like an eel, backing away from him, beckoning him to follow her.
She hops on the edge of the pool with ease and he steps in between her legs. His hands, on her knees, spread them open wider while he’s taking turns licking her nipples through her bikini top. She gasps as arousal shoots through her body, her hand slips into his hair, tugging impatiently. Just then, his tongue slowly heads south until it stops directly on her mound. He sucks her clit over her bikini bottom, moving the fabric aside with his fingers and tonguing her folds teasingly until she whines his name. He chuckles, pausing to look into her hooded eyes and her lips, red from being tortured by her teeth, his lips still wrapped around her clit. Two can play this game.
"Take it off, please," she whispers, using that same whiny voice again, and his dick twitches in his boxers while his legs weaken. He groans low in his throat, his hands keep stroking her thighs in an assurance that he won’t leave his eager lady hanging for long.
After another full-mouthed kiss to her pussy, he peels the small fabric off her legs in one quick move, thumbing it lightly to feel it slick with her juices, which are currently oozing onto the floor beneath her, then throws it away. He pulls her legs over his shoulders and starts eating her out in earnest. He laps and laps up every drop, her intoxicating scent filling his nostrils. Every once in a while he glances up, watching her throws her head back at one strong stroke at her sensitive spot, the vein on her slender neck calls out for his busy mouth. She’s pulled off her top as well, hands tweaking her nipples hard on display for him, and pleasure for her, moaning wantonly and uninhibited.
As he presses his face closer to her, his 5 o'clock shadow rubs all over her inner thighs. She swears, feeling another wave of arousal. God, she loves, loves that feeling. She desperately wants to ride his face when he has grown a full beard, pinning that scruffy, handsome face of his down their bed and soaks it entirely. That image drives her delirious, her legs instinctively open wider for him and she starts making small thrusts into his mouth, in sync with his tongue's movements. Her ass lifts off the floor, and she'd fall back into the pool if it wasn't for his arms pressing her back down, holding her pleasure at his mercy as she writhes and cries to the stars.
The pool falls in silence, except for her little satisfied sounds as he waits for her to come down from ecstasy. At one point, he nips at her thighs and she twists above him, still panting, her cheeks and chest flush red. She's a work of art.
After a while, she finally realizes the white dots she's seeing are real stars and not from her orgasm, she also realizes he's peppering her abdomen with gentle kisses. She looks down and catches his sweet, sweet smile, one that makes her heart aches and tumbles. She then reaches out a hand to cup his stubbly jaw. He leans into it immediately, and when her thumb sweeps across his cheek, his eyes flutter shut. In that moment, she feels powerful. She feels wanted. She feels loved, so loved that it leaves her breathless for a moment. When he opens his eyes again, he gives her another smile.
"Good?"
“So fucking good.” She smirks, dipping her head to kiss his still glistening mouth deeply, tasting herself and his desire. She eases her legs off his shoulders, sliding back into the pool. His steady arms catch her, never letting her fall, and he grabs her legs to wrap them around his waist. She can feel his dick pressing at her belly. She smiles into their kiss.
“We shouldn’t let that big friend of ours all alone in the cold water any longer, would you agree?” She purrs against his lips, her body tingling, ready for another round.
“Well, good thing our room is basically one door from here,” he replies, squeezing her bare ass.
★
Later that night, she lays on his chest, tender and half-asleep, watching her man dozing peacefully in the moonlight after pinning her into the mattress and fucking her for all she’s worth, taking what’s his. Tracing the lines on his face with her eyes, she thinks at this point in their relationship, she might give him everything, if he simply asked for it. And she thinks, no, she knows he would do the same for her.