*~*Three Months Later*~*

I arch and stretch the kinks from my back, the morning air dancing over my skin. Dave is still sleeping, his naked form tangled in the rumpled white sheets. "Poor old man was kept up past his bedtime," I giggle to myself and slide out of bed.

Padding across the smooth marble, my thin robe fluttering around my ankles, I push open the French doors and step into the warm sunshine. The infinity pool is slightly cooler and the water feels like heaven as I drop beneath the surface.

I'd never been out of the country before. Yet here I am looking out over the St Barths coastline, the high vantage point a perfect view of small and large yachts dotting the blue and turquoise waters. I'd heard of this place but never paid much attention to it until now.

Who knew I'd ever get to see it with my own eyes? This is perfection. I never want to go home. I swim a few laps before I just float on my back and stare at the deep blue sky, lost in my own thoughts.

Waiting for him to return from the band's international tour was agony. Each day slugged by and I buried myself in work. But it gave me time to apply for and receive my passport, after several veiled hints of a vacation.

The day he walked into the shared studio space I rent and his smiling face peeked around the large bouquet of roses he was carrying, my heart skipped a beat. He barely had a second to set the flower down before I threw myself into his arms, my own arms wrapping around his neck and shoulders.

All thoughts of work flew out of my head when I smelled those sweet, soft curls and his cologne pulling me in like a gravity well. A joyous reunion ensued, the few words I said about a fantasy vacation to the Caribbean islands coming out as a breathless jumble of words.

His hands slid up and down my back and his lips found mine, deep and probing. We'd forgotten where we were...or who was around...nothing existed except us. The ride to the local airport didn't exist...the private jet didn't exist...nothing. Just him.

I hear a small cough behind me before strong arms slide around my waist and lips press against my shoulder, pulling me back to reality. His chest presses to my back and I sigh with contentment.

"Good morning, beautiful," he whispers in my ear, his breath warm on my wet skin.

"Morning sleepyhead," I smile, twisting around in his arms to face him and my fingers going straight to his hair. Fuck, I love his hair.

"Sleep well?" he sighs happily, leaning closer and pressing his forehead to mine.

"Yes," I grin, feeling his morning wood pressing against my stomach. "So did you. Lord, you snore."

I kiss him once, twice, three times. His hands find my hips and he smiles against my lips. My fingers run through his thick curls and I realize how much I've missed this, how much I've missed him. He breaks away and looks into my eyes—his blue, mine brown.

"Like a fuckin' rock," he says, his voice low and husky.

"Good," I whisper, pulling him close. "I missed you."

"Missed me enough to slip out of bed?" he growls, capturing my mouth with his own in a deep kiss. His tongue pushes past my lips and I sigh against his mouth.

"You were sleeping peacefully," I whisper, feeling his shaft thicken even more between the lips of my sex. I didn't wanna wake you."

"How much did you miss me, baby?" he breathes against my mouth.

"Enough," I sigh, his fingers digging into my hips and my breasts tightening into hard peaks.

The sun warms us and we just float there, not caring about anything else in the world. "What are we doing today? Anything you want."

"You know this place better than I do," I tease, fingertips tracing over his tattoo.

"Depends if you wanna be one of the tourists...or vacation like the elite," he smirks. "You can drive in-land and see the countryside...or you can be on a yacht, sipping wine and swim in the sea to your heart's content."

"Hmm," I hum. "I think I want to be one of the elite today. I want to swim in their fancy waters and wear their expensive clothes."

"Or lack thereof," he chuckles, running his hands along my bare body.

I kiss him again, my hands trailing down his chest. He pulls me into his lap and I can feel his excitement growing beneath me as we float through the water. I kiss down his neck, pausing to nibble at his earlobe. He lets out a small groan and I feel his hands tighten on my hips.

"W-wait, baby. We h-have all t-time in the world," he stutters.

"The world can wait," I whisper against his lips. Our kisses become more heated and our bodies curl into each other perfectly.

I hear the water churning around us as I grind against him, his hands sliding under the water to touch my bare skin. I moan softly as one hand trails up my thigh and cups my ass while the other teases at my breasts.

He presses his lips to mine, his tongue darting out to slide against my own as one hand continues to tease my nipple while the other slides down between my legs. I gasp into his mouth as he slowly teases my folds, rubbing my clit in slow circles and dipping a finger inside me.

"I need you, baby," I moan. "It was a lonely three months."

"Not just yet," he says, his lips trailing from my lips, to my cheek, to my ear. "We have time."

"Not enough," I moan, wriggling against him.

"I love you," he whispers in my ear.

I let out a shuddering breath and dig my fingernails into his shoulders as I rock against his hand. He kisses me deeply as his fingers thrust in and out of me, driving me towards the edge. I moan into his mouth as I feel myself edging closer and closer to orgasm.

"Te amo," I whimper and bite his lips, causing him to gasp and the sound sends me over the edge. My body explodes in pleasure, my hips bucking as I writhe against him, every nerve ending in my body alight with pleasure.

I collapse into him, panting as he wraps his arms around me and groans, "I'm not finished."

"Neither am I," I breathe, reaching down to wrap my hand around his thick cock, stroking him beneath the water.

"Oh fuck, baby," he groans as I lean in to kiss him. "Turn around," he demands and pushes me to the pool edge, staring down over a cliff into the sea.

I swallow my protests and slowly turn around, bracing myself against the pool wall and arching my ass back toward him. He steps up behind me and I feel his thick cock press against my folds, before slowly sliding deep inside me.

"Fuck," he groans and impales me, his eyes fluttering closed. "Tell me if it's too much."

"Never too much..." My knuckles are white as my grip tightens on the pool edge. "Oh god yes," I moan and rock back against him, urging him deeper and faster. He chuckles and wraps his arms around my chest, holding me tightly against him as he begins to thrust in and out of me. "Don't fucking stop."

"It's okay, baby," he murmurs against my ear. "I got you...I've waited months to feel you shake and quiver around my cock." He wraps one hand around my stomach and slides it down between my legs. His fingers find my clit, rubbing in small circles as his cock thrusts in and out of me.

I lean back against him, crushing myself against his strong body. Cradling his head, I kiss him deeply as I feel the waves of bliss rippling through me. "Harder!"

"Look at me," he grunts. I glance up at him through my lashes and a grin tugs at the corner of my lips. His eyes are dark with lust and his breathing is heavy. He drives himself deeper into me with each thrust, his pelvis smacking against mine.

"Oh fuck," he groans and thrusts again, harder than before. "Tell me you love it."

"I love it."

"Yes," I moan, "fuck me, Daddy."

"You like my cock filling you up, baby?" he growls, his eyes burning into me.

"Yes," I breathe, "I love your cock, Daddy."

"Good girl," he smirks. I can feel his thrusts sending us both rocking toward the edge of the pool. My whole body feels like it's on fire and I can't tell where he ends and I begin.

My muscles tense and a sudden wave of orgasm rushes through me. "Yes," I gasp, "daddy, daddy, daddy."

"Fuck, baby," he groans as I ride the waves of pleasure, his fingers playing with my clit and tangling in my hair. "Fuck fuck fuck..." His words send me over the edge again and my body trembles as I feel him swell inside me.

He pounds into me and the water churns wildly around us. I cry out, the sound carried away on the wind as he buries himself deep and stills, his cock pulsing as he lets out a groan of pure ecstasy. I can feel his cock pulsing inside me, before giving one last thrust and groaning as he comes, slamming into me one last time.

I feel his hot seed filling me up, warming my pussy from the inside. His grip loosens on my hair and I feel my legs trembling as I finally collapse against his chest, panting and gasping for air.

I let out a shuddering breath and he wraps his arms around me, pulling me back against him as he leans his head against mine. We stay like that for a few minutes, just catching our breaths and staring over the blue waters miles below our vantage point.

"We should...uh...get ready and head out," he says after a moment.

"Mmhmm," I moan, not wanting to move. He laughs and kisses my shoulder before releasing me. I watch him climb from the pool, water dripping down his delicious body. He offers me his hand, which I take, and he helps me out of the water.

I head back to the shower to clean up and I can feel his eyes on me with each step. Up the stairs and down the hall, I turn to find him watching me with a renewed hunger in his eyes. "You're insatiable."

"It's not my fault I'm addicted to you. You're so goddamn sexy."

I pull him close, kissing him deeply and passionately. His cock presses into my belly and he gives my ass a firm smack. "Anything in particular you'd like me to wear?"

He grins and kisses me. "Just go shower. I'll have your outfit picked out."

"OK," I say, turning around and heading to the master bathroom. I turn on my music and slip into the shower, wanting to savor this moment.

I stand under the hot water, closing my eyes and just taking in the moment. I can hear his voice through the door, talking to me, but the water is too loud for me to understand what he's saying. Then, I gasped as his hands slid around my waist.

"Babygirl, I got you something to wear," he says, kissing my neck and sliding his hand down between my legs.

"I'd rather wear...you...on top," I purr, spreading my legs just enough to give him access.

"Ohh, is that right?" he asks, pressing himself against me.

I nod and turn around in his arms so I can kiss him, my hand reaching down to stroke his cock and give him a squeeze. "Mmhmm."

"Sorry to disappoint but he's gonna need some recharge time," he whispers into my neck.

"Oh my poor old man," I joke and playfully nip his shoulder. "You're a naughty, naughty boy," I tease and pinch his ass cheek.

"Ow!" He pulls away slightly and gazes into my eyes with a grin. "What was that for?"

"Just for being so damn delicious."

He chuckles and kisses me. His hands slide up and down my back, and I sigh into his mouth. His tongue enters and he swirls it around inside, making me shiver. "Go get dressed. I'll be right out, baby."

I leave him to finish up and wrap a warm towel around my body. Out on the bed, he's laid out a simple pink bikini and long flowy black cover-up. There's a set of cute black wedges and a wide-brim hat to finish off the look.

A tiny snort escapes. Simple and classy. How very...David-ish. I slip into the bikini and give his reflection in the mirror a smile. "How do I look?"

"Absolutely breathtaking. Come here." He pulls me close and gives me a peck on the lips. "You look good enough to eat."

"Be a good boy and get yourself ready...," I purr, "before I decide to eat you up and forego the clothing."

"Yes, Ma'am." He kisses me again and runs his tongue along my bottom lip. I tilt my head and deepen the kiss, before breaking it off and backing from the bedroom.

I spritz on some of my favorite perfume, add some lip gloss and give myself a quick once over. Then I slip on the hat and cover-up, stopping midway through tying the black sarong when he comes out looking even more delicious.

Head to toe, he's dripping in designer names. Black Louis Vuitton hat, Stephen Webster jewelry, pink button-down, and black shorts from Dior...and fuck, he smells like a million dollars.

"You look gorgeous," I tell him, stepping in for a kiss. "Glad to see you're humble."

"When in St Tropez or St Barth, you need to dress the part," he says, holding out his arms and twirling for my benefit.

"Mmhmm, you clean up real nice," I purr and move in close to give him a kiss. "So, what's the plan?"

"Well, I reserved a table at Nikki Beach for lunch. It's one of the best restaurants here," he says and takes my hand. "And after that, who knows?" He flashes his eyes at me. "I have two boats here, one yacht and a speed boat. I'll leave the choice up to you."

I bite my lip and slip my hand from his grip. "I think I'll need a bit more information before I commit to that."

He chuckles and takes my hand, raising it to his lips. "I can be quite persuasive."

"Is that right?" I ask and move in close, brushing my lips against his. "We'll see about that."

His mouth meets mine and our tongues begin to dance once again. It isn't long before his hands slide up my thighs and cup my ass firmly. I moan into his mouth as he squeezes and gives it a playful slap.

"Giddy up, Babygirl. The car is out front."

I roll my eyes and pull away from him. "You're such a fucking tease."

"Tease? Never," he says with mock affront. I deliver, darling," he winks.

*~*~*

The car ride is a quiet one. I stare out the window and watch as the French coastline flies by. The water is a bright blue and the beaches are filled with people. I can't wait to hit the sand and get wet. David's hand finds mine and he gives it a gentle squeeze.

"Nervous?" he asks, his voice soft.

I turn to look at him, blinking rapidly as I take in his chiseled features. The corners of his lips turn upward ever so slightly, revealing a deep dimple in his right cheek.

"A bit," I admit.

He lifts my hand to his mouth and lays a gentle kiss on the back of it. "Don't be. You're going to have a wonderful time."

"I believe you," I smile. The car slows to a stop in front of a beautiful hotel. It's a modern open concept bar with a large patio full of tables and cushioned chairs. Live musicians and DJs already have people dancing and basking in the sunshine.

David hops out of the car and comes around to open my door, ever the gentleman. Oddly enough, I don't feel the stares that usually come my way. I feel so out of place here and keep my eyes on David's strong profile as he checks us in.

"Perfect, Mr Bryan. Thank you...and it looks like your table is ready if you two will follow me," the hostess says with a smile.

I let out a sigh of relief when I saw that the place was pretty busy. We walk past the bar, where several people are sitting and enjoying their drinks. David pulls out my chair and helps me into it before claiming the seat across from me.

"So, what's good here?" I ask, looking over the menu.

"Everything, but if you like seafood, they have sushi platters to die for."

"I love sushi," I say, smiling.

"Perfect. Let's get one of the sushi dragons," he looks up at the waitress, "and one of the fruit and veggie trays too."

"Great...and to drink?" The waitress asks.

"A bottle of the 2006 Dom."

"Um...actually...what all do you have for soft drinks? I'm in desperate need of caffeine," I say sheepishly. The waitress smiles and lists off the sodas they have. "Pepsi works."

"And couple ice waters with lemon," David says, handing her the menu. She nods and walks off.

He slides around the table for a better view of the crowd and beach. "So, how do you like France so far?" he asks, leaning in close so that we can talk without being overheard.

"It's pretty...but I feel like everyone is staring at me," I admit.

He smirks and shakes his head. "You're a very beautiful woman but you're a small-town woman, and this place caters to the upper class. You stand out. It's to be expected."

"I'm not used to it," I frown.

Dave nuzzles his nose into my hair and kisses the top of my ear. "Well, get used to it because you're with me now. Very rarely do I go for domestic, low-key vacations." And I'm not going to stop showing you off," he winks.

"David! You didn't tell me you were coming to town!" a familiar voice says. I look over and see a gorgeous woman standing behind David with her hands on her hips. She has long blonde hair and the greenest eyes I've ever seen. Her skin is tanned a gorgeous brown and she wears a bright red lipstick that makes her lips pop.

She's tall and lean, with long legs and toned arms. She's wearing a red string bikini that shows off her assets to perfection and her long blonde hair is tied up in a messy yet elegant bun. She looks like a model. On her arm, however, is a man who looks close to Dave's age with darker hair.

"Hey, Alison," he says, standing to give her a hug. Her eyes flicker towards me and she gives me a curious look before turning back to David.

"Who's this?" she asks. "No Lexi?"

"This is my girlfriend, Xandria," he introduces, gesturing toward me. I wave awkwardly and she stares at me for a moment before looking back at David. "Lexi's back in Jersey."

"Girlfriend? Since when?" she asks, a bit of an edge to her voice.

"Since a year ago," he shrugs. "Is that a problem?"

"Of course not," she smiles, "I'm just surprised...I didn't think your type included... plus-size women. Congrats to you both." She leans in and kisses him on the cheek before looking at me again. "We were just on our way to the dock. Meet up for drinks later?"

David shrugs and grins. "No, thanks. Not after that comment. Just remember, you're Lexi's friend. I'm cordial to you only because of her. That's over with. Fuck off."

Alison's jaw drops and her face goes red with anger. "Fuck you, asshole! You think you can talk to me like that? I don't give a shit what you think of me, you prick!" She grabs her man by the hand and he glances back at us in confusion as she drags him away from the table.

"Sorry about that," David says, sitting back down.

"Who was that?" I ask in a hushed whisper, daring to look over my shoulder.

"Alison Webster," he sighs and takes a sip of wine. "An accident Lexi and I invited into our bed a couple times. Great lay, toxic attitude."

Once our food is brought out, however, Alison and the encounter fades from thought. Fresh fruit glistening in the light and perfectly rolled and set sushi covering another platter.

"Oh my gosh...this is beautiful!" I eagerly grab a pair of chopsticks and pick up a piece of sushi. My eyes widen at the flavor that explodes onto my tongue as I chew the delicious mix of fish and rice. "It's so good!"

"Told you," David grins. I pick up another piece, dip it into one of the flavorful sauces, and pop it into his mouth as I giggle. His tongue laps at my fingers, licking up any fallen drops of sauce. He catches my hand and kisses my knuckles. "Thank you, kind miss."

We spent the rest of the meal talking and laughing and enjoying each other's company. I've never felt so comfortable around someone but it feels right...it is right and has been since day one. I can't imagine not being able to see this man every day, in some capacity.

The DJ teases the crowd with a remix of Bon Jovi songs and sends one of the hypemen out with a mic. He screams into the mic, "Who wants to hear a little Bon Jovi?!" and the crowd goes wild.

David looks at me and winks, "They always do this...Do you mind?"

"Who am I to turn down a free show," I tease.

"Join me...."

"Oh no, no, no...you're the entertainer! Not me!"

The hype man hands over the mic and David stands, holding his hand out to me. I take it and he pulls me up onto the small stage. He wraps a protective arm around my waist and starts singing 'It's my Life'. I can't believe this is happening. I'm on David's arm, singing along with him in a club full of people.

I watch as he grins and bobs his head to the music, his eyes closed. He looks so happy up here and I'm happy just watching him, dancing and gyrating my hips against his.

The crowd is really getting into it and I can feel myself being pulled into the music, my body swaying and moving to the beat. David grabs my hand, twirling me around and pulling me back in time with the music.

One song leads into another...sweat is gleaming on his skin and his eyes are dark with want. He leans in and I can feel his breath on my neck, hot and moist. I tilt my head back and brush my lips against his ear, whispering, "Let's get out of here."

He nods and takes my hand, leading me off of the stage and through the crowd. Several people gently smack him on the back, others beg for a photo. He quickly pays the tab, grabs the unfinished bottle of Dom and gestures at me towards the beach.

We weave through the swarm of people and out into the late afternoon sunshine. The sky is a gorgeous blue, not a single cloud to be seen. Beneath my feet, the pale gold sand is scorching but the water looks cool and refreshing.

Within five minutes of us settling into his rented cabana, a staff member comes over with a bucket of ice and two glasses for us. Dave puts the bottle of Dom on ice and discards his shoes and shirt. I giggle in my tipsiness and allow my sarong to slip from my shoulders.

"Come here often?" he asks, wiggling his eyebrows.

"Oh, you know...when I need to...Just a casual weekend." I wink at him and hand over a bottle of sunscreen. "Lotion me down?"

"Mmm with pleasure." He grabs the bottle and squeezes a large dollop into his hands. He starts with my shoulders, working the cool lotion into my warm skin.

His hands are large and his fingers are long and nimble. He takes extra care with my shoulders, working out all of the knots before moving down my back. I groan in ecstasy as he reaches my lower back, his fingers expertly finding all of my sore and tensed muscles.

"You are good at that," I murmur, leaning into his hands.

"I'm good at a lot of things..." He kisses my ear and moves his lips down the side of my neck.

I giggle and squirm, "Dave! We can't do that here."

He looks around and shrugs, "The way you were moving earlier, I'm surprised you don't have a crowd already."

I laugh and swat his arm. He returns to the task at hand, rubbing lotion on my chest and stomach. My nipples are already responding to his touch as he skates his fingers over them. I grab his wrist and look into his eyes, "As fun as this is...I think it's time for you to cool off, Rockstar."

I twist my lips into a pout and saunter towards the sea, putting a little extra shimmy in my hips for his viewing pleasure. A tiny moan escapes my lips as the warm tropical water laps at my flesh, gentle caresses to cool me from the inside out.

"Mmm," I moan and sink into the water up to my shoulders, watching as David ties his hair back, taking his time to wade through the waves. He reaches me and groans as the cool water washes over his heated skin.

He grabs my waist and tugs me to him, "If you are trying to seduce me, it's working."

"Is it now?" I ask, running my hands up his chest and locking my arms around his neck.

"Just a little," he groans, dipping his head to kiss me. I break away and lick and nibble my way down his jaw to his neck. I bite him gently as he thrusts against me, the waves rocking us from side to side. "Fuck, baby...We need to get out of the water."

I release his neck and lean back, "Why?"

"You're not exactly helping me stay in control of myself."

I smirk and tighten my thighs around his waist. "Is this what you want?" I rock my hips against him, grinding my pussy against his hard-on. "Do you want to fuck me out here in the open where anyone could see?"

"Little girl, you better stop playing with fire," he growls, fisting my hair. "If you keep this up, I'm going to make sure everyone knows about us."

I laugh and pull back, "Is that your final answer? Fuck the secrecy?"

His eyes narrow and he leans in, kissing me with a passion. His tongue enters my mouth and he tastes of sweet strawberries and wine. I wrap my arms around his shoulders and deepen the kiss. It's a bit chaste at first, but I want to feel more of him so I break away and lick along his lip line, sucking on the inner corners of my lips.

"Even if you show up on one of those tabloid image sites? You really wanna risk that?"

I open my eyes and look into his. "Yes, please."

He smiles and nudges his tongue into my mouth. I wrap my hands around his neck and deepen the kiss, feeling his stubble along my cheek and chin. His lips are soft at first, but soon harden into a steady pressure.

His tongue enters my mouth and we both groan into each other's mouths, the taste of our own saliva mixing with the sweetness of each other's. My hand slips between our bodies, undoing the tie on his swim trunks.

"Mmm why hello there," I giggle and pull the tie loose, sliding my hand inside. His cock is hard and hot in my hand, twitching and pulsating. I slowly stroke him, feeling his silky smooth skin over the solid shaft. I run my thumb over the tip, spreading the precum that has gathered there.

He breaks our kiss and looks into my eyes as he twirls a strand of my hair around his finger. "You sure you want to do this?"

"I'm sure," I say. "I want you to fuck me out here. I want everyone to see you inside of me."

His lips twist into a smirk, "You're a naughty one, aren't you?" I blush and look away, but he grabs my chin and makes me look at him, "Don't be shy, baby. I like it."

We make out for a few minutes before he thrusts into me and I feel him hit my G-spot, the pleasure radiating through me like an electric current. I wrap my legs around him and pull him closer, rocking my hips against him.

"Mmm...Baby, you feel so good," he says into my ear, his hand holding me steady.

I run my hands up his chest and grab his shoulders, pulling him closer. I want to feel him inside of me, but I don't want to come off as too domineering. He grabs my ass, squeezing my cheeks and thrusting into me.

"Fuck, your pussy is tight," he groans, his eyes shut tightly.

I moan in response, the water splashing around us. I gasp as he reaches between our bodies and rubs my clit with his thumb. He rubs in slow circles, each one sending a jolt of pleasure through me. I moan, my eyes shut tightly.

"Look at me," he says softly. "I want to see your face when you cum."

I slowly open my eyes and stare into his bright green eyes. My hands curl into the muscles of his shoulders as I feel myself getting closer to the edge. He thrusts into me harder and faster as I moan, getting closer and closer to the edge.

"Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum," I moan.

"Do it," he says, his voice a low growl. "Cum for me, baby."

I shudder with my release, my pussy tightening around his cock. He lets out a low growl and fills me up with delicious hot cream. He rests his forehead against mine and kisses me softly. We both slowly melt into the water, our bodies exhausted from the fun we had.

"That was...," I start to say before he kisses me again.

"I know," he says. "We better get back soon. Don't want you getting a chill." I glance around and see the sun has begun setting on the horizon. We've been out here longer than expected. He tucks himself back in and, sliding down his body, I quickly straighten my bikini bottom.

"I'm sure you know how to warm me up," I wink and lick my lips.