The sun rose on a deserted Caribbean beach and the calm, blue waters were a welcome sight to Gwen and Rowan as they stood in the shade of one of the few palm trees that still remained in the wake of the hurricane that had just slammed into the island, just days before. The tropical storm had almost claimed both of their lives and as they stood side-by-side, they were both grateful that they had survived.
Gwen was saddened by what she saw as she leaned on Rowan and rest her head on his shoulder. Debris washed up on the beach told part of the story of what the storm had destroyed. Bits and pieces of fishermen’s boats decorated the sand. So much devastation and destruction was a sight that she would never forget. She thought about all of the people who had lost their businesses and their homes.
Rowan’s mother had told him about the hurricanes she had experienced as a girl, growing up in Jamaica but, he didn’t remember any of her stories describing anything as terrible as what he had just experienced. He had a story to tell his children one day for sure.
“Are you okay?” Rowan asked Gwen. He noticed that she had been quiet the whole ride to the beach and she hadn’t said more than two words since they got there.
“I’m just thinking about how hard this hurricane hit the island. How are people going to recover from all this?” Gwen asked with tears in her eye.
“They’re Jamaicans. Slavery and oppression didn’t break them. English colonialism couldn’t break them. They’ll recover. They’re too stubborn and tough not to,” he reassured her.
Rowan took Gwen’s hand and they walked down the beach, closer to the shoreline together. They stopped, spread a beach blanket on the gorgeous sand and sat down together. They watched the gentle waves meet the sand as the sun climbed higher in the sky. Normally, the beach would have been packed with tourists on vacation and locals earning a living but, Gwen and Rowan found themselves all alone. Most of the tourists were long gone, back in their homes, wherever they from, safe in places that they came to Jamaica to escape from. With the tourists gone, or still too terrified to venture outside of their hotels, the locals were home as well, as they tried to rebuild their homes and their lives.
Gwen slipped out of her oversized Bob Marley T-shirt and laid on her back in her sexy, black bikini. She desperately wanted to relax but she felt as if the happy moment she was supposed to be enjoying wasn’t going to last. Ever since she had randomly run into Rowan, all kinds of feelings that she believed were long gone had started to haunt her. She thought about how falling in love with him all over again could end tragically, just as it had the first time.
“What’s wrong?” Rowan asked as he took off his shirt.
“I’m just thinking,” Gwen answered as she lowered her sunglasses, not just to shield her eyes from the glaring sunlight but to also hide them from his gaze. She was afraid that he might look into her eyes and snatch her soul.
“Thinking about what?” he asked. Rowan knew better than to try to guess what was on a woman’s mind. Men usually made a mess of that, including him.
“What is this?” Gwen asked as she turned her head to face him, her eyes hidden safely behind the dark tint of the lenses of the designer frames.
“I don’t understand what you mean,” Rowan answered.
“This thing between us…is it real or is it temporary?” Gwen asked.
Rowan leaned in and kissed Gwen gently on her soft lips. “I don’t know…it feels real to me,” he said.
“Yes, for now…it feels real…but what happens when we go back home to our lives? What happens when we leave Jamaica behind?” Gwen asked.
“I don’t know,” Rowan answered honestly as he lay down beside her on the beach blanket.
As they soaked in the sun, they both wished that they could stay there forever. In that moment, their bond felt unbreakable but they both worried about what would happen once their time was up and the vacation was over.
“I don’t want this to end,” Rowan whispered as he soaked up the rays of the Caribbean sunshine as he lay beside Gwen.
“What do you mean?” Gwen asked. She understood the words that escaped his lips but she wanted to hear his heart.
“I chose wrong. I didn’t see how I could be with you the way I wanted to be, without being so close to you. I didn’t see how I could put my all into my career and have anything left for us. I made a mistake before. I know that now,” said Rowan.
“You couldn’t abandon your dreams…not for me…not for anyone. No one should ever ask you too,” said Gwen.
“I know…but I didn’t have to choose. I was afraid that I would have to. I was afraid that you would make me, but I was wrong,” Rowan answered.
“How can you be so sure? Maybe I would have made you choose. Maybe, it might have been too hard to love you long distance,” said Gwen sadly.
“If that was true, we wouldn’t be here right now, on this beach, together like this,” Rowan insisted.
“And what if this thing, whatever it is between us, just goes away…just like it did the last time?” Gwen asked.
“It won’t,” Rowan tried to reassure her.
“Are you sure?” Gwen asked. She didn’t want to get her feelings hurt because of unrealistic expectations. What Rowan insisted would not happen had already happened once before so, she wasn’t completely convinced, for obvious reasons.
“I missed you too much for this to be a temporary thing…a one-time thing,” said Rowan nervously. “I mean, do you want it to be a one-time thing?” he asked.
“No, of course not,” Gwen answered as she rolled over and hugged him tightly. “I just don’t want you rushing into any type of commitment, or situation, or relationship,” Gwen started to say but Rowan cut her off by leaning close and pressing his lips to hers.
As they kissed passionately under the hot sun on that lonely, beautiful Caribbean beach, Rowan gave Gwen his answer. She felt his strong hands on her body as he pulled her close and that made her shiver. Gwen remembered how his touch had felt before and every time he touched her, she wanted him more.
Gwen felt Rowan skillfully slip his hand underneath her bathing suit and caressed her breasts, slowly. Her nipples stiffened and he squeezed them just enough to make her gush between her legs, eager with anticipation. He must have known that because, his fingers found their way there next.
Rowan felt how wet Gwen was and it excited him. He listened to the tranquil sound of her moans mixed with the waves a few feet further down the beach, not too far from their toes. As he climbed on top of her, the warm sun was on his back, like a thousand sweet kisses. As he kissed Gwen’s neck, he loved the way she smelled, like cocoa butter and candy.
Gwen pulled down her top to expose her breasts. She wanted Rowan to see all of her as she bathed in his shadow. She saw the way his eyes devoured her and it made her whole body tingle. She reached down between Rowan’s legs to see if he was as excited as she was and quickly discovered that he was. She felt his girth, and length and didn’t want to wait another moment to feel him deeply.
“I want you,” Gwen whispered as she pulled down Rowan’s shorts.
“I want you too,” Rowan growled as he parted her juicy thighs.
Rowan didn’t take Gwen’s bathing suit bottoms off. Instead, he pulled them to the side so he could slowly, gently slip inside. The way she moaned has as he made love to her made his heart race. Sex is always different for a man when he’s with a woman who he truly loves. Rowan loved Gwen more than any other woman he had ever been intimate with and he never wanted to let her go. She made him feel greedy as he buried himself inside her with slow, deep strokes. She felt like more than just an ordinary woman. She made him weak in ways that scared him but strong in ways that he craved.
Gwen nearly got swept away in the intense pleasure but she managed to remain present and in the moment. She felt every kiss on her skin and every inch Rowan gave her. She felt all of his love and welcomed it, with open arms and open thighs. She looked up and became hypnotized by the passion in his eyes. She gripped his shoulders tightly when he finally exploded inside her. As he came, she moaned his name as she drained him until he eventually pulled out and collapsed beside her.
For a long while, they didn’t speak. They just stared out at the ocean and the calm waves that broke against the clean, sandy beach. It was so peaceful that the silently, mutually agreed not to disturb it, especially since the day had been almost perfect.
“I don’t want to let you go,” Rowan told Gwen as the sky turned orange as the sun began to set.
“So, don’t,” Gwen said and squeezed Rowan tightly.
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