Paradise

Chapter  16      Paradise

The villa was enormous. The four seasons most expensive, luxurious and secluded accommodation. The huge free-standing, thatched-roof pavilions were above a tree-lined beach surrounded by majestic views of the sparkling Indian Ocean and an expansive garden that stretched as far as there was land. Thick green vines that twisted carelessly against the walls, trees and fences housed bushels of red, pink, yellow, purple and orange flowers. The trunks of the full trees were bent in awkward formations, as if they were dancing and got stuck in one of their complex moves. The personal courtyard and private pool had a stunning panoramic view of the Jimbaran Bay. Nicki took in this unmatched wonderland in awe before forcing her attention on Safaree who had been gesturing her inside for more than ten minutes. The inside was like nothing either of them had ever seen before.  Authentic Balinese décor painted the house featuring handcrafted teak furniture, priceless antique artifacts and exotic fabrics. Before they could get through the door a compilation of festive instruments brought their gazes to the welcoming parade. The smiling tanned faces of the locals came into view as they marched up the stone path. Leading the parade was a well fed man wielding a five foot handcrafted cane, followed by six dressed up women carrying baskets of food on their heads and behind them was the lively four man band.

“Selamat Siang Mr. Samuels.” Bagus, the plump man greeted SB.

“Good afternoon sir.” Safaree returned the civilized greeting. Feeling a little cocky for knowing what the man said in his foreign language.

“We have the food you’ve requested. And the uh…” He shot a look at Nicki and playfully nudged Safaree with the tip of his cane, winking. “The other thing you requested.”

The band continued to play as they made their way back down the stone path and finally disappeared behind the royal villas high front gate. “We will just put your things inside and get out of your hair. When their guests were gone the bedroom was the first place to be explored.

“So where are my clothes?” Nicki wondered opening the tall glass doors leading to the private pool and Jacuzzi.  A cool breeze filled the room fluttering the linens hanging from the canopy of the king bed. The moon was crawling to the highest point in the sky.

“You’re what?” SB asked, distracted. He was trying to predict which bed, pool, couch or Jacuzzi would get the most attention during their stay. Also whether or not she’d like the feast he was planning to cook up.

“My clothes, you told me not to pack any cuz you had it covered. Where are they? I wanna wash my ass and I need clean shit to put on. Hello.” SB casually waltzed over to Nicki lifting her t-shirt over her head, unhooking her bra and tossing it across the room, followed by her shoes, leggings and panties.

“There you go.”  He returned to tend to the two medium sized suitcases.

“Are you serious?”

“Yeah, who needs clothes?”

“Umm I do. What if someone comes by?”

“No one’s coming by unless we call them to come by. Relax.” The suitcases were open now. He held up several bikini and lingerie sets. “I mean you got this stuff.”

“I should’ve known not to let a fool pack my shit.”

“Just go wash your ass.” He knew she’d come around to the naked policy eventually.  “If you come out of there with clothes on I’m kicking you out.” He called as she disappeared through the bathroom door. Phase two of day one was initiated. A hard knock at the front door echoed through spacious rooms. Safaree’s dream team couldn’t have picked a better time to show up. The house make over was in full effect. Resort employees hurriedly placed decorative candelabras on every stable surface inside and out, topping them with flickering scented candles. Half of the crew scurried around the kitchen starting the dinner SB was supposed to be preparing. Meanwhile he was monitoring the bathroom so he could shoo the help away before she came out and take all the credit. When the sound of the shower water stopped pounding against the tile the real chaos began. Ten panicked crew members flew through house finished last touches and was out the door in minutes. SB stripped down to his boxers and went back to the kitchen to monitor the food.

“What has gotten into you lately?” Nic wondered strolling into the huge made up room, wearing one of the lingerie sets, a black corseted number.

“What you mean?”  

“The cooking, candles, flowers, the vacation.”

“Well I love you, so…” His tone was casual as he made their plates.

Her lips edged into a slow smile. “I feel it.”

“Good. Here taste this.” He dipped a finger in the soup like broth. His skin vibrated when it came in contact with her tongue.

“Mmm.. you made that?”

“There’s no one else here is there?”  

“Aww look at you learning how to cook.” She flicked his ear. Dinner was nice. Quiet. Intimate.

  

Nicki’s light snores played through the air. Safaree wasn’t pleased with her falling asleep on the first night. There was supposed to be less sleeping more doing, but there she was passed out in his arms. An hour went by. Then another. And another. The wait for her to wake the hell up was unbearable, something needed to be done. An “accidental” nudge to the arm interrupted her nap.

“How long have I been sleep?”  She asked yawning.

“A long ass time.” And she still would be if he hadn’t bumped her.

“Hmm. My breath stink?” She blew a whirlwind into his face.

“I mean…It don’t smell good.”

“Whatever gimme kiss.” She puckered her lips.

“No.”

“Excuse me?”

“Nope. You don’t get one.”

“Why? What I do?”

“You fell asleep on me. I been sittin up by myself for 3 hours.”

“Well I was tired. I’m sorry ok?”

“Nah that ain’t cuttin it this time. We on vacation, we not supposed to be layin around.”

“Wow you damn crybaby. Gimme a fuckin kiss!”

“No, you gotta earn it.”

Without saying another word she was out of the bed fumbling through the dark moon lit room relighting each burned out candle one by one and flicking on the resorts complimentary ipod. A fast paced Indonesian instrumental spewed through the bose speakers. She knew what game he was playing and decided to play along. He wanted her to earn the kiss? Then earn it she would.  Pinpricks of candlelight and moonlight ricocheted off the large glass candelabra on the dresser, illuminating everything inside the darkened room in slow sweeping diamond- shaped beams. Light streams of smoke from the army of candles billowed through the room. Hazy. Dreamlike. In the bathroom a costume change was underway. The black panty that went with the corset was replaced by a black skirt that was lace on the sides and barely came to the middle of her thigh and a tiny electric blue thong. The game was on. Nicki did her sexy strut back into the room. Safaree’s body was immediately alert when the object of fascination came into view, heated breath caught in his lungs, and he shivered. His gaze swept over her, paralyzing him in renewed amazement. Simply looking at her and imagining her scent wafting to his nose, he had to rub his arms to rid the goose bumps.

“Come here.” Nicki commanded. He jumped up nearly falling off the bed and got to her in record time. Slowly her hips swayed seeming to be amplified in slow motion. She ground her left hipbone against the hard juncture between his legs. Her corset was held together by nothing more than thin ribbons and her skirt hung so low on her waist that it failed to cover the bands of her thong. His mouth watered for a taste and his skin prickled with white-hot awareness, desperate for more. The delicious shivers refused to go away. Her unhurried movements were completely at odds with the fast pounding drums that played from the other room, but she never ceased the slow gyrations of her body as she raised her hands over her head then leisurely ran them through the thick mass of her black hair, down her arms, stroking her own skin but waiting for his hands to replace hers. He wanted in on the action and urgently rediscovered her curves while she brushed her plump backside between his legs. Another of those shivers raked his spine, vibrating into his limbs. The heat of him nearly liquefied her bones and the erratic pulse of the music matched the erratic beat of her heart. Spinning to face him she ran her tongue over her teeth, forcing his gaze to her lips, his pupils dilated.

“I’ll take that kiss now.” Her voice was tiny whisper. He jerked her deeper into the curve of his body. Their shallow breaths were nearly louder than the music. “Actually, I insist on a kiss.”

The custom wood king bed was no match for the love that was about to be made. The melody played by the light rain outside added to the night’s playlist.

~TBC
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