A Summer Affair

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Chapter 3

___ Owen's POV ___

I could feel the nervousness emanating from her. I didn't need her slight nod to confirm it. But when asked if I should stop her hesitation, crystal clear, told me that her previous consent and the advances she had made were still active. So I didn't stop, not until she actually said so or physically pushed me away. I couldn't help the curse that left me when I felt how wet she was for me, and when she moaned, I almost lost it. All we needed was a little more liquid courage like she asked for.

I pressed the call button on our table, and our butler came to us immediately. I ordered one more shooter and a cocktail each. When he left and she still hadn't told me to stop, I took my caressing of her covered honeypot up a notch. I moved the fabric of her bikini bottom to the side and ran my fingers up and down her slick slit. She closed her eyes, biting her lip to prevent herself from moaning. The sight of her intensified my desire for her.

From the moment I laid my eyes on her, I felt this inexplicable pull towards her. This comforting, almost familiar feeling, even though I didn't know her name. But I had this desire and need for her that surpassed just the physical. I continued my caress of her honey-dripping honeypot. She was so responsive. She didn't seem to be a virgin in our earlier conversations and activities at the beach. And when she placed her foot on my crotch. But now I'm starting to wonder if she is. If she is, I'll just have to be gentle with her and make sure she is okay with what we are doing, ensuring her consent before the final entry. I also didn't want her to drink so much that her thought process would be impaired and she wouldn't be able to fully enjoy or remember anything.

I have the vaguest memories of my own first time. I was younger and inebriated to the point that I can't remember much, and I regret it to this day. I have vague images of the beauty that was my first, but when I woke up the next morning, she was gone, and I was left feeling regret. Not for sleeping with her, because from my memory, it was amazing. But I regret that I wasn't fully present and that she was also intoxicated. And the fact that I can't remember who she is drives me crazy.

I was brought out of my thoughts just as the butler was on his way back with our drinks. An idea popped into my mind, so as the butler approached us, I pushed down hard on her erect little nub. She gasped and moaned loudly, then coughed to cover the sound. I couldn't help but chuckle. But I made one huge mistake. I had forgotten about her hand that I had placed on my painfully erect rod, and she didn't. In retaliation, she squeezed hard, then rubbed aggressively. Now I was the one in the compromising situation. Crap. I tried my best to keep my composure, even trying to move away from her hand, but her grip was solid. I must give the butler praise because there is no way he couldn't notice what we were doing to each other under the table. Our facial expressions, sounds, and body language were essentially obvious. But his expressionless face was like an unbreakable rock.

He placed our drinks on the table, avoiding eye contact as if he hadn't seen anything. I cleared my throat, attempting to regain some semblance of composure, suppressing a moan from her squeezing. But I didn't remove my hand from her core. She did the same, keeping her hand on my rod which she squeezed once more, but not before giving me a mischievous smirk.

"I hope you enjoy your drinks," the butler said with polite neutrality before turning to leave.

I couldn't help but feel a mix of relief and excitement wash over me as the butler walked away. It was clear that he had chosen professionalism over acknowledging our intimate exchange. I leaned back in my chair, taking a moment to enjoy her hand caressing my arousal, with my eyes closed, but my hand still playing with her nub. I asked, "Do you want to slow down or take it up a notch? I want you to set our pace. I don't want either of us to regret anything later."

I said this with honesty, using "us" to not put any pressure on her. She smiled softly, her eyes betraying a hint of vulnerability as she said, "Could we slow down a bit? Maybe go for a stroll on the beach after our drinks."

I nodded but leaned in and whispered into her ear, "Anything you want, beautiful A. But before that, I'm finishing what I started. I can't have my girl hanging without release."

Her expression shifted from nervousness to playful. And with that confirmation, I increased the speed and pressure of my dancing fingers. She threw her head back, and I saw her pleasure building. Just before her release, I lowered my mouth to hers, swallowing the sound of her release as her body shook and shivered. I removed my hand before breaking our kiss. With a wink, I suggested, "Let's enjoy our drinks, then have that stroll on the beach."

She nodded, her head still back on the backrest, and her eyes still closed as she tried to steady her breathing.

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___ Arora POV ___

Wow, that was...wow. My body still tingles with the power of the orgasm. Every nerve ending feels alive. If this is how summer starts, I'm in for some extreme 'entertainment.'

Does he realize that I have no idea what I'm doing? Is that why he's giving me some reprieve?

We downed our shooters, took our cocktails, and headed towards the beach. On the beach, there are these huge hanging basket chairs. Calling them chairs might not be accurate; they're more like small round beds. He grinned placed our drinks on a table and got into one, beckoning me over with a crooked finger. Sitting deep with his back against the back wall, he spread his legs and patted the spot between his legs. I shook my head, and he laughed before saying, "I will behave. Come sit with me, please." He exaggerated the 'e,' giving me puppy dog eyes. I laughed and sat between his legs. He grabbed my waist, pulling me back towards him. With my back to his chest, he kept his arms wrapped around my waist. Leaning in, he kissed my neck and below my ear. His touch is exhilarating.

"Beautiful A, can I ask you a personal question? And no, it won't reveal anything about your identity or where you're from. It's a different kind of personal," he said, looking into my eyes. I answered honestly, "You can ask, but I can't promise that I will answer." He nodded.

"Okay, uhm, so from your reaction earlier, are you...uhm, have you slept with..." A group of people walked past, exactly talking about a dance, interrupting his question. But almost knowing where he was headed with his question, dancing sounds like fun right now. I spoke before he continued, "Owen, can your question wait? I want to go dancing. Come, let's go dancing." He chuckled, pulled me into a passionate kiss, and then said, "Okay, let's go dancing, beautiful A."

We went to the beach party, where people were laughing, dancing, and enjoying themselves. The atmosphere was light and joyful, the area lit up with fairy lights and oil lamps. The stars were bright and the moon, a day or two away from full, reflected on the water. It was beautiful and romantic. As we entered the crowd, Owen placed his hands on my hips in an almost protective manner. I turned back to look at him and raised a brow, to which he responded, "I don't want to lose you in the crowd." I raised both eyebrows and replied, "Possessive, much?" He laughed and pulled me back so my back was against his chest, his arms now around my waist. He whispered into my ear, "I don't like sharing, and I've got a hotel suite that says you're mine for the next two weeks. So yeah, no one else can touch what is mine." It wasn't a narcissistic claim; it was a promise of what he had in store for me. To confirm my thoughts, I said, "Really? I don't recall saying that this was an exclusive arrangement. What if I want someone else to join us? What if I want someone else completely and not you?" He smirked confidently. "Darling, firstly, you can bring as many people as you want to join us. I'm open-minded. But they will leave, and the last round of the evening will be ours alone. And my dear sweet A, I'm more than enough man for you to keep you fully satisfied. You won't need to find someone else, and I'll fulfill all of your dreams and fantasies, those you have up here," he tapped my head lightly, and then he continued, "and those you have down here." He cupped his hand over my lady parts. Whispering in my ear, he added, "And those fantasies that you haven't even thought about yet. I will fulfill them all for you, my sweet, sweet beautiful A." My heart fluttered at his words, and I couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement. I had never experienced someone being so possessive yet so caring at the same time.

"Well, I guess I can't argue with that kind of commitment."

As we walked through the bustling crowd, I couldn't help but notice the way Owen's presence affected those around us. People instinctively moved out of our way, sensing his authority and my connection to him. It was as if we were in our own little bubble, shielded from the chaos of the world.