I pursed my lips as I stepped back to observe my reflection in the wide, arched mirror. I was happy enough with my outfit but knew that I could've looked truly fashionable if I had another half hour to compliment the look with my favorite pink eyeshadow palette.
Cal wouldn't care, I told myself confidently. He swears up and down that he likes me barefaced better anyway, though I like me best with my trademark winged eyeliner. I knew he'd approve of the matching skirt set I was wearing; it was satin and showed enough leg to be alluring, but had a high neckline that hid my full figure.
Even though he isn't really the jealous type and would never tell me what to wear, I also knew he liked it better when I concealed more of my curves in public. I had told him jokingly that he'd have to be the one to furnish my wardrobe if that's what he wanted, but he took me shopping the very next day.
"I know I don't own you--" he had said to me in the checkout line at Nordstrom's.
"Mmm...I have a little something that says otherwise," alluding to the custom made
"Property of Cal" collar I had shown up in on his birthday.
He smiled as a hint of pink crept into his cheeks.
"--but you're still mine." he finished.
"Why don't you prove it?" I teased. I flashed him siren eyes and a little pout.
He glanced at the long line ahead of us and whispered, "I think there's something you forgot to try on." as he led me by the hand towards the fitting rooms once again.
"Babe, you okay?" he called out to me. I shook myself out of the sexy memory and strode out of the bathroom to our front door where he was waiting with our luggage: mine, a pink and pink striped Victoria's Secret carry-on bursting with a myriad of outfit options, and his, a hard shell yellow Tumi that would be easy to spot on the luggage carousel.
"Ready!" I chirped, excited to finally embark on our trip to Cancun. I had been waiting for this--our very first trip together.
On the plane we held hands while napping and I felt safe and warm. We arrived well after sunset but the darkness couldn't mask the gorgeousness of the boutique hotel we had chosen. The sprawling Spanish-style buildings seemed warm and inviting and I was happy that this was our love nest for the next five days. I felt grateful that we had searched for an authentic, unique accommodations and couldn't wait to see what it would look like when the sun arose.
Upon checking in, we were gifted with a complimentary bottle of champagne. This was shaping up to be an excellent vacation, I thought to myself.
Even after the long plane ride, we still had a little bit of energy. I sat on the edge of the bed in my nightgown and waited for him to come out of the bathroom. Wordlessly, he stood between my parted legs and cupped my face in his hands.
"Thank you for taking me here," I murmured softly. He responded by kissing my forehead, and then my lips, deeply. During the parts of the flight I was awake for this is all I had been thinking about. Everything about him turned me on.
I wrapped my arms around his shoulders while he was still standing there. His hands made their way to the back of my head to tightly grip a fistful of hair, just how I like it. We parted our mouths slightly as he lowered his hand to my neck, pulling me into him. My legs wrapped themselves around his waist and he pushed me onto my back so I lay flat. He moved south slowly, gently kissing behind my ear, the side of my neck, and down my sternum to his favorite set of twins.
I felt something stir inside of me and knew I was already wet after our few minutes of making out. He liked waiting for things and letting tension build; I liked instant gratification. It made for a fun dynamic in the bedroom where he'd teach me to wait for my pleasure.
