Teasing

Famke woke up on the morning of the last full day of their vacation feeling decidedly torn. The past six days had been quite possibly the best of her life. Other than the day Bram got to ring his bell in the cancer ward of the children’s hospital, the time spent with Precious and Royal was a remarkably close second. She was missing her brother though, never having been away from him and she wanted to go home and see him. Yet, she also didn’t want to leave this little bit of paradise and the way it felt to be the happy little family she felt they were.

The only thing which would have made the week better would have been more sexy time with Royal but though her period ended after its usual three-day visit, they hadn’t made love even once. The sunshine and the fresh air combined with a very energetic little girl wore her out. On the fourth and fifth night she’d fallen into bed and since Royal hadn’t even tried anything with her, she presumed he was as exhausted as she was. It was as if Precious suddenly sprung to life, and she was excited to explore every nook and cranny of the island. She’d not screamed from a single nightmare the entire time they were away, and she was opening up increasingly about the things she went through with her parents.

Precious cried a couple of times, laughed even more times and overall, appeared to be healing at a rate Famke was in awe of.

She heard the door of the bedroom she’d been sharing with Royal open, and she rolled over expecting to see Marisol coming in with the tea she’d been bringing her every morning. She’d been spoiled with sleeping in, breakfasts in bed and tons of relaxation in the early mornings when Royal took Precious for a long walk on the beach each morning. However, she was surprised to see Royal bringing in her breakfast tray.

“Good morning,” he said with a smile as he lifted her breakfast tray. “I told Marisol I’d check on you.”

Marisol, who they’d found out also went by Maria by a few of the locals and it had caught on with Famke, was nothing but a godsend and Famke admitted, cooked better than anyone she’d ever met, including the woman who owned the diner she worked at.

She gave a smile, “good morning. Where is Precious?”

“She is having breakfast. Marisol is watching her. How are you feeling this morning?”

“I’m fine. Why?” she frowned at him as she sat up and he nestled the tray over her lap.

“You were snoring last night. I mean loud.”

“What?”

“Yeah, I almost went to a guest room but then laid here and watched you instead. I was worried you might be coming down with a cold.”

“I don’t snore.”

“I beg to differ,” he laughed at her mortification. “I considered recording a video of it as proof.”

“What?” she glared at him, “you didn’t, did you?”

“Nope. I will say your sinuses might need professional work,” his eyes were bright and teasing.

“You’re messing with me,” she glowered at him as she reached for the tea and took a sip.

“I’m not. Next time you snore like this, I’m recording it purely for evidence.”

“Piss off,” she grumbled under her breath as she lifted a fork to eat the fruit salad.

He leaned forward and kissed her nose, “you’re cute when you’re embarrassed. Not as cute as when you drool and snore simultaneously but cute,” he jumped when she poked him in the hand with her fork. “You stabbed me.” He rubbed his hand frowning at her.

“You’re bullying me first thing in the morning.”

“Well, there are other things I’d like to be doing but you said you weren’t keen on period sex. I’m horny so taking out my sexual frustration in other ways.” He stole a grape from her bowl and popped it into his mouth, making wide eyes at her. “Either way your face is flushed and pretty.”

She lifted her eyebrows, “how long do you think a period lasts?”

“A week according to most of the women in my family.” He noted her raised eyebrows, “not a week?”

“Not for me. I mean Nyx curses me all the time because she suffers horribly with prolonged heavy bleeding, cramps, mood swings and acne. I’m much more fortunate.”

“Are you telling me you’re done?”

“I was done two days ago. I thought you were sleeping at night because you were as tired as I was.”

“No. I was trying to respect your boundaries from when you said the other night you weren’t keen on period sex. Famke, are you telling me I could have been fucking you for the last two nights and you didn’t tell me?”

“Um, for future reference, my period is like clockwork. I’m never late. I rarely have cramps other than a bit of discomfort. I have one heavy day on day two and by day three it’s almost done.” She giggled as he shot an annoyed glance down the hall where Precious was screeching about coming to find her mommy. “I didn’t think you were waiting for me to tell you it was over.”

“I swear to God, Precious is going for a nap this afternoon if I have to wear her out racing up and down the beach all morning.” His nostrils flared, “why didn’t you initiate anything?”

“I was exhausted from the sun and sea air and that,” she waved in the direction of child who must have been jumping the entire length of the hallway from the banging sounds coming towards them. “I assumed you were as tired as I was since you didn’t initiate anything.”

He leaned closer so they were only a breath apart, “when she goes to sleep, whether it’s this afternoon for a nap or tonight at bedtime, I am having you in every fucking position you have ever imagined. I mean all of them. Get ready baby girl because I have a week to make up for.”

“Royal,” she blinked at the heat of his words feeling her skin was sizzling as he brushed his lips across hers for a brief moment before the bedroom door burst open and Precious ran in.

“Morning Mommy!” Precious leapt onto the bed sending the tray sliding and Royal reached out to hold it in place. “We’re going to build a giant sandcastle today.” She reached into the bowl of fruit and stole a grape, her eyes glistening with mischief the way Royal’s did moments before. “Can we snorkel too?”

“We can or I was thinking we should have a lazy day,” Royal tweaked Precious’s nose. “Cuddles in the hammock, sleeping, resting, all sound like good ideas. We should stay close to the villa for our last day.”

“No!” Precious scowled at him. “It’s our last day. We need to do all the things we didn’t do yesterday. I want to go on the boat again and look at the fish through the glass. I like the fish.”

Famke tried not to giggle at Royal’s clear frustration.

“You don’t want to hang around and relax?” he asked shooting a look to Famke to try to get her assistance with his plotting. His look was pleading, and she knew he was desperate for alone time now he knew she wasn’t going to refuse his advances.

“It’s our last day here,” she grinned like the devil she was and saw his mouth draw open in surprise she was shooting him down. “We should make the most of it. We should go for the boat ride and have lunch in the little spot Marisol told us about earlier in the week. We have sandcastles to make, and we should do a little trinket shopping so Precious can pick up gifts for Bram, Nyx and Jubi.” Her eyes danced merrily as his jaw set at her tone. She boldly lifted her tea and took a sip. She decided she was enjoying making sure he didn’t get everything he wanted all the time.

“Don’t forget Uncle Keshaun,” Precious nodded, “we need to get him a gift too oh and Grandma and Grandpa too!”

Royal cocked his head to one side and stared at Famke, “is this how you’re playing it?”

She shrugged, “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m simply wanting to have a great last day of our family vacation.”

“Okay,” he smirked as she held his gaze boldly. “We’re going to have the best family day ever.”

Famke caught his chuckle and nodded in agreement.

“Precious, can you get your swimsuit on and then see if Marisol would mind packing up a few drinks and snacks for us? We can make sandcastles this morning, but we need to let mommy get up and ready for the day.”

“Yay!” Precious bounded off the bed and raced off.

Royal grabbed the tray off Famke’s lap and set it aside his eyes glittering with laughter, “naughty Famke.”

“What?”

“I told you I want you and you play hard to get?”

She pressed her lips together as she tried not to laugh, “I’m not sure what you’re talking about.”

He reached under the blanket and squeezed her thigh, his thumb dangerously close to her panties. He brushed his knuckle against her. “You want to tease your man, do you?”

“Maybe,” she held her fingers a smidge apart, “just a little bit.”

“Well game on baby girl. I’m going to make you regret not agreeing to sticking close to home and nap times.”

“How are you going to do that?” she was giggling in earnest now as his fingers traced figure eights on her thigh. His touch felt incredibly good, but she also knew there was nothing going to happen because Precious was a tornado and she’d been running in and out of their room constantly. In fact, she could hear the pounding of her feet on the tiles heading towards them again. His hand stilled as the child barged in.

“Marisol said she will make us a picnic!” She ran away screaming about needing to find her swimsuit.

“Great!” Famke clapped her hands excitedly as Royal pinched her thigh. “Ouch.”

“You’re enjoying my misery too much.”

“It’s been a couple of days. You’ll survive an afternoon and evening.”

“But will you?” he grinned deviously.

“What do you mean?” she was confused as he leaned closer to her.

“You’ll see.” He got off the edge of the bed and removed his shirt. “I feel like today I want to have the heat of the sun all day. No top for me.” He rubbed his hand over his washboard stomach and smirked, “eat your heart out, Famke. You can look but no touchy-touchy.”

“No what?” she blinked, unable to remove her gaze from where he pointed to the deep carved v disappearing into the shorts.

“I might wear those little banana hammock swim trunks I packed. Really let you get a glimpse of what you passed up today.”

“Royal, you can’t wear such things around Precious.” She retorted, trying not to laugh. “Do you really think you’re going to make me horny and needy by telling me I can’t touch and exposing a bit of skin? Good luck.” She watched him bending over to dig through a bag and then scrambled to catch what it was he was tossing in her direction. Was it sunscreen? She lifted up the bottle, looked at the label, and blushed hotly. Lube? “Uh? What is this?”

“It’s for tonight. I want you to spend the entire day thinking of tonight, when Precious is sound asleep what my intentions might be for that bottle. I intend to empty it.” He reached onto the breakfast tray, grabbed the nectarine off it, and took a bite, wiping the juice off his chin. “Delicious.”

Famke decided perhaps she might be out of her playing field.