“You’re different from any women I’ve dealt with before. You’re a wild card.”
“I told you, I’m here to keep you on your toes, hubby.” Lifting her hand to the center of my chest where the first two buttons were open, she brushed her finger down. “Now we’ve got sometime to enjoy the hot springs for a little bit before your final surprise.”
Slowly, I dragged my tongue over my bottom lip. My eyes dropped to the tops of her breasts bursting out of the opening on her dress.
“They were a good investment, huh?” Her question caused my eyes to snap back to her face.
“I noticed you stare at my breasts a lot. Not that I care, I got them done for a reason.” She pushed her chest out more and batted her lashes. “You’re my husband, feel free to touch them whenever you want.” She didn’t try to hide the flirtiness in her voice or eyes. My dick began to tighten behind my pants.
“I don’t know what I’ma do with you, man.” I chuckled, taking a step back from her and adjusting myself.
“Anything you want.” She winked before turning and finally going into the bedroom. Our personalities couldn’t be more different, and in the beginning I saw that as a problem. However, the more I started to let go of the resentment I held onto, the more I found myself accepting it.
“I’d sell my left kidney for this bath,” Xylina expressed with her eyes closed. “I don’t know how they do it, but the temperature’s perfect and it’s so calming.”
She wasn’t lying. The square wooden bath was set up on a wooden deck with stones surrounding it. On the left side was a stone wall with a waterfall that ran into the bath. The water was deep enough that it went to my belly button. One side of the area opened to our room, with floor to ceiling windows giving a clear view of the bed. The other side of the deck was enclosed by wooden slats on each side, giving full privacy fromthose around us. Overhead, a skylight was centered in a wooden ceiling. The far end was open, giving a view of trees, flowers, and bamboo. The room was decorated with a couple plants, vines hanging from the walls and ceilings, and large stones with a two-person, backless couch across from us. The lighting was low and intimate and the room smelled of ylang-ylang and sandalwood.
“This place doesn’t take tranquility lightly. I’ve never been to a place in the US that went above and beyond to make sure their guests were relaxed,” I said, expanding my arms and resting them outside the bath.
“They don’t. It makes sense why they book quickly.”
“My parents’ twentieth anniversary is next year. I think I’ll make their gift a trip here.”
Xylina opened her eyes and focused on me. “I’m surprised they’ve made it that long. No offense, but your mom is intense as hell.”
That caused me to chuckle. “She’s just protective.”
“That’s one way to put it,” she mumbled. “She always looks at me like she wants to slap me.”
I grinned. “Growing up she was all about family and bonding. Since she couldn’t have any more kids after me, she always put my needs above anything. My happiness is the most important thing to her; so when she learned the circumstances surrounding our marriage, she wasn’t happy.”
“You can say that again. I’m sure she sees me as the antichrist or something.”
I stifled a laugh. “I’m sure it’s not that bad.”
“She told me straight up I’m not good enough to have your kids.” Xylina scoffed. “She acted as if I was some low born peasant or something.” Before I could comment, she spoke again. “But then again, you feel the same way, right?” Her eyes were like lasers as they peered into me. Her lips pinched and her brows furrowed.
“Are kids something you even want?” I asked, avoiding her question. We were having a good time; I didn’t want to ruin it by talking about something irrelevant. While I was starting to grow fond of Xylina, I still couldn’t picture her as a mother.
She shrugged. “I mean if it happens, I don’t think I would be upset about it. Plus, you want to be a dad, right?” She batted her lashes.
“One day, maybe. Right now I have too much on my plate with this expansion to think about having kids.” Truthfully, I’d hoped to have my first kid before I turned thirty. When that didn’t happen, I pushed back to thirty-five. Since that was in less than twenty-four hours and it felt like the window was closing on me, I was starting to give up on my dream of becoming a father. If the situation with me and Xylina were different, I would havehappilygotten her pregnant within the first year of our marriage.
“If you were still with your ex, would you feel that way?” Her voice lowered with uncertainty.
I wanted her to let the conversation go. It was clear this was something that would cause tension between us. The last thing I wanted to do was hurt Xylina’s feelings, especially after this trip she’d put together. I wasn’t in the business of lying to anyone either, so instead I hoped to drop it altogether.
“Xylina…” I started.
A small, stiff, toothless smile formed on her face. She stood, water dripping down her naked body as she made her way toward me. “Forget it. I’m sure I know the answer anyway, so let’s drop it.” She straddled me and plopped down in my lap, causing the water to splash slightly. Her arms circled my neck.
“Xylina—” I started again, but she cut me off with a rushed kiss. My hands wrapped around her and grabbed her bare cheeks. She rolled her hips forward, teasing against my bulge.
She spoke against my lips. “We’re supposed to be relaxing and enjoying the hot springs. Let’s forget the kid talk for now. We’ve got less than an hour till your birthday; so let’s not argue.” Nipping my bottom lip, she sucked it into her mouth and moaned softly.
One of her hands left my neck and snaked its way between us. She pulled on the waistband of my trunks and pulled my dick out, stroking it slowly.
“I love your dick. It’s the perfect size. Not too big or small. Fits perfectly in my hands. Fills me up nicely.” Her tone came out breathy, eyes low and glazed over.