Brianne stood at the door of the suite the following morning with a basket in her hands and a smile on her face.
Her breezy sun dress betrayed any modesty as the morning sun shone through the thin fabric outlining her incredible tight body.
It was quiet except for the musical interlude of birds whose songs I didn’t recognize. I could hear the blood pushing through my veins in my ears. I was transfixed in her gaze.
“Good morning, Dallas,” she said as she reached forward with the basket.
I peered down and saw nestled in the bottom an assortment of fresh fruit: mangoes, papaya, dragon fruit, pineapple. Luscious and juicy, I thought to myself… much like Brianne herself.
I took the basket and let it hang at my side.
“I am going climbing today. Want to join me?” Brianne’s eyes glowed like fire.
I wasn’t going to join her, though I could really use a workout. My mind immediately went to a different kind of workout but I was in Hawaii to write, and I was determined to write that novel or die trying.
“I have actual work to do, Brianne. Thank you, but I’ll decline.”
Her smile didn’t fade at all. “Well then, perhaps I can join you for some breakfast before I go?”
She pushed past me in the doorway and entered the suite. The sun was filtering through the muslin window coverings offering a diffuse light through out the room but somehow Brianne made it even brighter.
Turning towards me, she reached her right hand out. I handed her the basket. She giggled.
“Your other hand,” she laughed as she dropped the basket to the floor.
I placed my left hand into hers and she backed up against the wall. Though she was wearing heels and I was barefoot, I was still a good five inches taller than she was. She looked up at me, breathless. Her lips parted.
There was a time when I thought G. was a god. His scent drove me crazy and even the taste of his mouth was enticing. That memory flashed in my mind as I bent down to kiss Brianne, savouring the taste of her mouth. It wasn’t minty toothpaste or spicy cloves or cinnamon or anything tangible, but a sweet essence that came from her core. Maybe she was one of those women who only consumed raw vegetables but never onions or garlic. A guy once told me his past lover only ate greens and fruit and always had the most amazing breath.
That was Brianne and I noticed feeling a little bit self-conscious about my own breath as our tongues darted against each other and her saliva mixed with mine. She didn’t seem to notice that I tasted of coffee this morning.
I felt that old familiar flood of warmth spread through my body and my thoughts quickly turned from salads, fruit and coffee to the tight warm skin beneath my fingertips. Brianne’s hands were cupping my breasts and her thumbs rubbing my nipples underneath my satin pjs.
I returned the favour, ticking the outline of her breasts with my fingertips. She pulled away briefly and reached down to grasp the edge of her dress. She never moved those liquid eyes from mine as she pulled her filmy dress over her shoulders and head. She stood before me, her tanned and lightly freckled skin contrasted from the tiny pale pink panties she was wearing. My mouth went dry.
Her expression was more serious now as she looked me up and down. I figured she wanted me out of my pajamas so I willingly obliged. That feeling of self-consciousness again as I realized I hadn’t taken my morning shower yet. I argued in my mind. Get over it.
Why did I suddenly care so much, anyway? My thoughts turned to the pain of Y. betraying me and I felt the wind leave me, like a punch to the solar plexus. Be careful…my ego was telling me. Don’t get too involved, then you won’t get hurt.
“Fuck it”, I said and deepened our kiss. I turned Brianne and pushed her against the bed and leaped upon her, my nakedness pressed against her and those tiny pink lacy underthings she was wearing. I reached down and pulled hard against the fabric at the crotch and they fell apart in my hands.
“Ouch,” she murmured and fire lit up her eyes.
“Did that hurt you?” I asked, but tried not to give a damn either way.
I clamped my mouth over hers and then worked my way down her body, which at five feet didn’t take very long. I was dipping the tip of my tongue against the top of her slit when a knock at the door stopped me in my tracks.