Ava

I stared wide-eyed at our vacation bungalow, taking in the beauty of this Costa Rican paradise. The home was furnished with beautiful, authentic furniture, and the fridge and bar were stocked with food and liquor. Marble made up the floor, a stunning array of shimmery black that seemed to dance beneath your feet like a magnificent view straight into the solar system. The floor was open, allowing a fresh breeze to come in from the windows that had no glass, welcoming you into the real Costa Rica experience.
“Wow,” I breathed and dropped my bag onto the floor next to my feet. “This is beautiful.”
Somewhere outside in a tree above the house, a monkey chattered as though trying to make polite conversation. Taking Elijah’s hand, I moved across the floor to gaze through the open door in the back, the one attached to the stone path that led right down to the breathtaking surfer beach. From where we were, I heard the waves crashing on the shore when I closed my eyes.
“Do you like it?” Elijah asked. “A friend of mine owns this place, but he’s thinking about selling, and I’ve been interested. The house is on a private island. All this land would be mine.”
I tried not to notice that he’d said mine instead of ours, but there was no reason for him to. Hell, we barely knew each other. Why was I expecting so much?
Because you’re afraid, the little voice in my head whispered. I shoved it down, focusing on the house.
“It’s phenomenal. I’ve never seen anything like it.”
I turned around to kiss him, still flushed and sticky from the boat ride over. He’d captained us there in twenty minutes with a beautiful speedboat that probably cost multiple years of my rent.
Elijah pulled me back across the living room and into the kitchen to make us drinks. The getaway was insanely private, and as I watched him make our drinks, all I could hear were the parrots and monkeys in the trees and the soothing sound of the beach waves. It really was paradise.
After dinner, we’d made a pit stop in the heart of San Jose so Elijah could run in and get me a new bathing suit, and it was sitting in a bag on the kitchen table, just waiting to be used. I stared at Elijah in silence, hungrily taking in the way his muscles tensed and rippled beneath his tee-shirt as he flitted around the kitchen. He looked so in place that I couldn’t help but smile as he handed me a mint julep and brushed my hair back from my face.
“Want to swim?” I asked, glancing at the shore behind us. The sun was setting, and I itched to feel the incredible, salty waves against my skin. It was private here; there was nothing. It was just how I liked it.
“Yes,” he said. “But I don’t want you wearing your suit.”
“No?” I pretended to look him up and down. “Then I suppose you can’t wear anything, either.”
“Fine by me,” Elijah said. We finished our drinks, grabbed two towels, and dropped our clothes, covering them until we made it to the privacy of the water. The sand felt like silk between my toes, and I hesitated near the water, my face to the sky, breathing in the beautiful smell of love.
“Join me, baby,” Elijah called. “The water is fine.”
He’d already dropped his towel and dove in, and just thinking of him naked in the water made my body tingle. I ogled at him, watching the cool droplets of water slide off his hair and into his face. Despite living in cool, rainy Washington, Elijah sported a gorgeous tan more familiar around a place like Miami. He grinned at me as his muscles flexed above the shine of the clear blue water, flashing me that sweet, beautiful smile. God, there was nothing imperfect about this man.
Looking around one last time, I dropped my towel and jumped into the water before anyone could see my lady bits. My head went under, soaking me, a pleasant, incredible shock from the humidity and heat. Elijah wrapped his hands around my waist and pulled me up, spinning around in the water, his naked body pressed against my own. I kissed him, tasting the saltwater between our lips.
“Thank you for coming with me, Miss Newman,” he murmured. I wrapped my legs around his waist, floating weightless in the ocean as the waves licked our skin.
“Thank you for having me, Mr. Trevino.” I reached one hand down, gripped his already hard cock in my hand, and stroked it. Elijah groaned, swallowing, his whole body reacting to my touch. Unable to wait for a second longer, I pushed myself onto him, ignoring the resistance of the water. Then, as Elijah held me, I rocked my body up and down against his own, legs tightening around his waist.
My excitement for him grew with every splash of a new wave against my sensitive skin. I threw my head back, closed my eyes, and ground into him, feeling Elijah fill me up with his enormous, throbbing cock. As I rotated my hips against his groin, his head went down, nearing climax, and he took my nipple between his teeth, pulling gently. I cried out, my voice muffled by the sound of nature around us.
“You’re beautiful,” he said, and I threw my body forward, head resting on his bare shoulder as the water lapped at our skin. We both came, and after a moment, Elijah carried me back to the house, both of us still naked but alone, basking in this precious moment of perfection.