Chapter 85 Your Hotel Is Very Beautiful
NADIA
I was lying in a white hammock in the middle of a deserted and beautiful beach.
The sound of the waves intoxicated me, and the hands that wrapped around my waist tenderly caressed my back.
"We were made for each other," said a sensual voice, very familiar to me.
Dean? - I whispered, looking up.
"Hello, my love." Dean flashed a beautiful smile, and my heart raced.
He was next to me in the hammock, with messy hair and no shirt.
His defined chest was covered in a few hairs, and when I inhaled, I could smell the delicious scent emanating from him.
It was a mixture of sea, sky, and stars.
"Is this a dream?" I asked, referring to everything around me.
"I don't know, you tell me," Dean said, moving closer to my lips.
So I closed my eyes and waited for the kiss that never came.
Wake up... - he murmured close to my lips.
"Huh?" I thought, confused.
"Wake up, my love," Dean repeated, and I opened my eyes with some difficulty.
Then I realized we were still inside his private jet and that all the paradise had been just a dream.
"Damn it," I muttered, rubbing my sleepy eyes.
"What happened?" he asked.
"I was having a really good dream," I replied resentfully.
"But you woke me up at the best part."
"And was I in that dream by any chance?" he asked jealously.
"I don't know, you tell me," I replied the same way he had replied in my dream.
Dean looked at me, confused, for a few minutes until I couldn't take it anymore and burst out laughing at my joke.
"I don't understand anything," he said, flashing a contagious smile.
"Of course you were in the dream," I replied, pulling him by the nape of his neck.
"And now I want to continue where we left off."
And so I pulled him to my lips and began to kiss him with longing and passion.
"Wow.." he murmured after we pulled away.
"I can already imagine what you were dreaming about."
"Oh, really?" I asked, then bit his lower lip hard.
"Hmm," he groaned, not caring about the pain he was probably feeling now in his lip.
"I like you like this," he said as he removed my seatbelt.
"Like what?" I asked, feeling an uncontrollable hunger for my man.
Wild. - Dean replied, lifting me from the armchair and then tucking me onto his lap.
"Do you want to fuck me now?" I asked, pulling at the hair on the back of his neck and grinding against his covered cock at the same time.
"Very much," he murmured between a groan.
"Then let's fuck," I replied as I unzipped his fly.
"Quick and wild."
And so I assembled it quickly and urgently, while a single phrase took shape in my mind.
"We were made for each other."
DEAN
Nadia mounted me quickly and wildly, until we both reached the peak of pleasure.
"We need to go," I said, still inside the plane.
"Have we arrived in Aruba?" she asked, leaning against my chest.
"Yes," I replied, patting her back.
"And Travis is waiting for us outside."
"How long has it been?" she asked, shifting in my lap.
"About twenty minutes ago," I replied, trying to stifle a groan.
"Shit," she cursed as she squirmed harder.
"What was that?" I asked, feeling my cock harden again.
"I wanted to have more sex," she said, pouting, and I almost burst out laughing.
"More than just an insatiable girlfriend," I said, a satisfied smile spreading across my face, a taste of her hunger for me.
Yes, very much so. - She said, showering kisses on my neck.
So I tightened my grip on her waist, ready to start another round, but before I could move inside her, she pushed my hands away.
"But as you said," she said, fixing her eyes on mine, "we need to go."
And so she got off my lap, leaving me excited and with a huge urge to fuck her again.
What the hell, Na... - I was about to protest when I felt her take my cock in her mouth.
Hmmm. - I groaned as she sucked me quickly and precisely.
Just a few minutes later, she had already made me cum with that cheeky mouth of hers.
"Let's go," she said after swallowing my cum and straightening her red dress.
"Wait," I said, pulling her by the waist, and after giving her a long, thank-you kiss, I let her go.
Now we can go.
NADIA
Dean and I stepped off the private jet holding hands, each with a shameless smile plastered on our faces.
Travis. - Dean called out to the driver who was leaning against a Land Rover.
"Yes, Mr. Hartford," Travis replied in his professional tone.
"Take us to my hotel," Dean said, opening the door of the luxury car.
"Yes sir," replied the pilot, who was also the driver.
"His hotel?" I wondered, curious.
"Do you own a hotel in the Caribbean?" I asked Dean after we'd been on the road for a while.
"Yes," he replied, still holding my hand.
"I have a hotel in Aruba, another in Cuba, and two in Barbados."
"Wow!" I murmured, impressed.
"You're surprised very easily," he said, smiling slightly.
"Oh, okay," I said, making faces.
"As if having four hotels and a private jet were something common."
"Eight," Dean said.
"Eight what?" I asked, confused.
"Eight hotels," he said, a smile spreading across his face after I widened my eyes.
"Okay, okay," I said with a sigh.
"I think it's best if I don't ask anything else."
"Relax, my Nadia," Dean said, placing a kiss on my lips.
"One day, all of this will be yours too."
"WHAT?!" I screamed mentally.
"What do you mean?" I asked, wanting to know what that meant.
"It's just that I..." Dean was replying to me when that damn Travis interrupted us.
"We've arrived, sir," said the nosy driver, and I could see Dean let out a sigh of relief.
"Let's go," Dean said, opening the door and then pulling me out with him.
At that moment, I was ready to press him about his earlier confession, but as soon as I saw Dean's hotel, I froze.
It was something out of the ordinary, let's say it was so luxurious that I could even see the hotel walls sparkling like diamonds.
"Did you like it?" he asked, but I didn't answer.
I was still mesmerized by that immense beauty, and I didn't even notice when Dean picked me up in his arms.
"What are you doing?!" I exclaimed, writhing in his arms.
"You were paralyzed," he said as he walked me through the luxurious hotel.
"So I decided to treat you like a princess."
"Huh?!" I exclaimed, confused and indignant.
All the hotel guests stared at us; some laughed, others whispered amongst themselves, and the worst looked at us with disapproval.
"Let me go, Dean," I murmured, not wanting to scream again.
"Are you going to walk properly?" he asked, smiling at my face, which was red with embarrassment.
"I'm going," I replied, wanting to get out of that awkward situation.
Okay. - Dean said as he deliberately set me down on the ground.
But before my feet touched the ground, he pulled me into his arms again and ran to the elevator.
"What the hell are you doing?!" I yelled as the elevator doors closed.
"I'm taking you to your room," he said, flashing a playful smile.
"My God, he looks like a child," I thought, rolling my eyes.
"Dean, I can walk," I said, looking at him seriously.
"I know," he said.
"Then why don't you want to let me go?" I asked, still serious.
"Because I like having you in my arms," he replied, his eyes fixed on mine.
And then I felt my heart melt like ice cream in the sun, and I could bet that my eyes were reflecting my love, because when Dean looked at me again, he passionately attacked my mouth.
It was a somewhat awkward kiss due to our position, but as soon as the elevator doors opened, he put me down and pressed me against the nearest wall.
"I want you here and now," he whispered between kisses.
"Me too," I said, and that's when I had a strange feeling.
Dean. - I called after he lifted my dress.
"What?" he asked as he unzipped his pants.
"We're being watched," I said, looking both ways down the hallway.
"For where?" Dean asked after pulling down my dress.
"I don't know," I said, feeling a familiar fear run down my spine.
"Should we get out of here?"
Dean nodded, and after taking my hand, he led me to the room that is ours.
"Do you feel better?" he asked after we were inside the room.
Uh-huh. - I replied, wanting to believe my own answer.
Then he started kissing me again, and even though I was excited, that strange feeling of being watched was still there.
"This must be all in my head," I thought, kissing my boyfriend again with the passion he deserved.
But deep down I knew I was trying to deceive my intuition, which was begging to be heard.
Run away...