Author: Kim Q
Notes: Pure hormonal indulgence. First time writing first person p.o.v.
Inspired in part by my beloved blue-eyed husband of twenty one years. :)
The sweet and spicy scent of white ginger blossoms gently wafted through the
humid Hawaiian air as the musical cascade of a nearby waterfall sang its
soothing song. The balmy sun peered through lush tropical foliage, gently
caressing my sleeping lover's fair skin, decorating it with dappled patterns of
shade and light. One stray beam highlighted his silken blond hair, turning it
into a soft shimmering gold that begged to be touched. Resisting temptation, I
rolled over onto my stomach and safely trapped my wandering hands under my chin.
Not for the world would I disturb his well earned slumber.
Though two weeks in paradise had brought a light golden tan to his once pale
skin and removed the dark circles from under his summer blue eyes, there were
still far too many half-healed scars and bruises adorning his lean form. The
last cruise had been brutal to my love, both physically and emotionally. A
commendation for valor was hollow consolation when one had lost shipmates and
friends. But time and the magic of this island paradise had begun to work its
spell, easing his distress, softening the sharp edges of his grief.
No, I would not disturb his rest. I would simply indulge in a visual feasting on
the delectable vision snoring softly beside me. For tomorrow he would return to
his boat and I wished to commit every luscious line of him to memory to bring
warmth to the cold lonely nights that lay ahead.
Pushing aside my melancholy thoughts, I allowed my gaze to follow the paths of
the dancing sunbeams flitting over his fit form, stopping to admire the
well-defined chest with its light dusting of fair hair then meandering along
muscular arms down to graceful hands with long elegant fingers that could be
amazingly gentle despite their strength. They bore witness to his passionate yet
considerate touch, making me feel protected, cared for and infinitely precious.
As if aware of my scrutiny, he shifted uneasily in his sleep, moving from his
side to his stomach. His movement took with him most of the brightly flowered
beach towel we shared; however, I was not at all disappointed for I now had a
clear and unobstructed view of broad shoulders and tanned torso tapering down to
slim hips. His cobalt blue swim trunks clung nicely to the delicious curve of
his derrière, accentuating his powerful thighs and toned legs. Despite spending
so much of his life hidden under sparkling turquoise seas in a small contained
space, he had retained the lithe, toned body of an athlete.
Earlier, as we walked along glistening white sands, the foam from the breaking
waves frothing around our bare feet, the controlled intensity and power in my
love's graceful stride had caught many a lady's appreciative eye. Oblivious to
the many admirers, his attention had never wavered from me...as though I was the
most important person in the world instead of simply the most fortunate.
A fragile Kamehameha butterfly, its orange and black wings flickering brightly
in the sunlight streaming through the verdant growth, brought my wandering mind
back to our tranquil rainforest hideaway. The random path of the little
pulelehua caused it to rest briefly on the smooth curve of my love's strong jaw.
The delicate touch provoked an endearing wrinkling of an aristocratic nose and
an annoyed pursing of those full, kissable lips. I knew my time for indulgence
would be cut short as pale eyelashes began to flutter, heralding his return to
As his sparkling clear blue eyes opened, the overwhelming love and passion that
shone forth from his incandescent gaze and echoed in his luminous smile filled
my heart with a soul-shattering bliss. Returning his smile with a heartfelt one
of my own, I eagerly fell into his welcoming embrace.
Some have asked why I choose to stay with one who is away so much and who I must
share with a steel-clad lady. My answer can be read in those intense azure eyes.
I am one of the very few who has been allowed past the stern façade demanded by
duty into the inner heart of a man who is as beautiful in mind and soul as he is
in face and form. It is a rare and precious gift.
It is more than enough.
© 2007 Kim Q. All Rights Reserved