[Smut warning]
[Bahamas] [April 10]
The spa smelled like citrus and warm stone. Soft music drifted through the open-air room, carried by the ocean breeze and the distant hush of waves meeting sand. White curtains moved lazily, letting sunlight spill in without ever becoming harsh.
Alex lay face down on the massage table, eyes closed, muscles finally surrendering after months of tension he had pretended not to feel. Warm oil worked into his shoulders, slow and steady, undoing the tight knots that had formed somewhere between premieres, board meetings, and sleepless nights.
On the table beside him, Angelina let out a quiet breath she did not realize she had been holding.
"This," she murmured, voice low and relaxed, "is so good."
Alex smiled faintly without opening his eyes. "I forgot what it feels like to stop thinking."
Her masseuse pressed gently along her spine, and Angelina relaxed further, fingers uncurling against the linen.
They had arrived late the night before, too tired to do anything except shower and collapse into bed.
Now, with the sun high and responsibilities thousands of miles away, the trip finally felt real.
Angelina turned her head slightly, just enough to glance toward Alex. "I'm glad we didn't cancel this again."
"Me too," he replied quietly. "I kept thinking something would come up."
"It always does," she said. "But it can survive a few days without us."
"But I feel bad for Max," She mumbled.
"Me too. But this is the first time she decided to do something on her own without any push, and you know what... I'm happy for her. Besides, we can always go on another trip after her exam," He replied.
Then there was a moment of silence...
The masseuses worked for a while longer. Outside, palm leaves rustled gently. Somewhere nearby, a bird called out and then went quiet again.
Alex exhaled slowly. "When this is over, remind me to never schedule meetings the day after we get back."
Angelina smiled, eyes closed. "I'll remind you. And then ignore you when you try to break that promise."
He chuckled softly.
A few minutes later, the massage session was over, but they decided to just lay there for a few minutes.
Angelina stretched her arms and turned toward Alex. Her towel slid down, revealing her boobs. "Okay," she said softly. "That was really good."
Alex opened one eye. "Just good?"
She smiled lazily. "Very good. But still not as good as when you do it."
Alex huffed quietly. "Unfair comparison."
"I'm serious," she said with a lazy smile. "You actually listen to my muscles... Like you already know which button makes me relaxed and which button makes me orgasm."
Alex pushed himself up onto his elbows, then sat, rolling his shoulders once. His towel slid down on the floor, but he didn't care. He simply enjoyed her eyes on his cock. "I'll take that as the highest compliment."
'Should I ride him on the table? But the door is open and anyone might come in but... Could be wild and fun." Angelina thought as she couldn't keep her eyes from his body. 'I'm so addicted to him. Ummg! I need that dick in me.'
"Sauna?" She asked, sitting up.
He nodded. "Yeah. Sounds perfect."
They both slipped into their robe and walked side by side down the stone path. As soon as they entered the sauna, Angelina locked the door and pushed Alex against it before kissing him aggressively.
She was in heat.
Alex's back hit the wooden door with a soft thud, and Angelina was already pressed against him, her robe discarded somewhere on the floor beside them. Her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as she deepened the kiss, all teeth and tongue. She pulled down his robe. Her bare skin radiated heat, the steam clinging to her like a second skin.
His hands moved instinctively to her waist, pulling her flush against him. He could feel her pulse thrumming, fast and wild. "What's gotten into you?" he murmured against her lips, though he didn't really need an answer.
"You," she breathed, nipping at his jaw. "Always you."
Alex chuckled softly, low and amused, before flipping their positions. He pressed her against the door instead, pinning her wrists above her head with one hand. The wood groaned faintly beneath their weight. "Slow down," he teased, though his grin suggested otherwise.
Angelina smirked, arching into him. "Make me."
He didn't need more encouragement. His other hand traced a slow line down her stomach, her skin glistening with sweat. She shivered despite the heat, her breath hitching when his fingers found her clit.
She whined, bucking against his hand, but he didn't let her rush. Instead, he kept the rhythm slow, deliberate, drawing it out until she was trembling, her head tilted back against the wood.
"Alex," she gasped, "please—"
"Tell me what you want," he murmured, his thumb circling her clit just right.
"You," she said, her voice ragged. "I want you to fuck me. Now."
He laughed softly but obliged, positioning himself between her legs. He guided his cock inside her slowly, savoring the way she clenched around him. Angelina moaned, wrapping her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper.
Their movements were fast and desperate at first—her nails raked down his back, his hips snapped forward with unrestrained force. The heat from the sauna made everything feel more intense, the steam curling around them like a lover's embrace.
But then Alex slowed, rolling his hips in a way that made her breath catch.
"Mhmmm~" She moaned as Alex took her left nipple into his mouth. He sucked and bit gently, rolling the sensitive peak between his teeth. His other hand teased her right breast, thumb circling the areola before pinching the nipple just enough to make her gasp. Angelina arched against him, her back bowing off the door as pleasure surged through her.
"Alex~" she whimpered, her hands tangling in his hair. "God, don't stop."
He smirked against her nipple before moving to her other breast, giving it the same attention. "Didn't plan on it," he murmured, switching back to the first nipple.
Alex then lifted her up properly, grabbed her butt cheeks and began to pound her hard and fast. Her nipples rubbed against his chest, sending a jolt of pleasure. Angelina was busy kissing him and enjoying the feeling of his cock stretching and filling her up.
"I'm close" She breathed, her hands tightening in his hair. "So close"
"Let go for me," Alex growled against her lips. "I want to feel you cum around my cock."
That was all it took. Angelina cried out, her body convulsing as the orgasm hit her like a wave. Her inner walls clamped down on him, milking him for all he was worth. Alex followed right after, burying himself deep inside her with a guttural groan.
They stayed like that for a moment, foreheads pressed together, breath coming in ragged gasps. The steam around them had thickened, the heat almost suffocating, but neither of them cared.
"Wow," Angelina whispered, a lazy grin spreading across her face. "That was... intense."
Alex chuckled, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. "Yeah," he agreed. "But I think we need a cooldown."
She laughed, nipping at his lower lip. "Already thinking about round two?"
He grinned. "Always."
They finally pulled apart, reluctantly separating their bodies. Angelina sat on the bench and spread her legs, watching his cum dripping out of her.
Alex watched her; his cock was still hard.
Angelina just smirked, dipping her fingers into her folds and bringing them to her lips. She sucked them clean, maintaining eye contact the entire time.
"Delicious," she purred.
Alex shook his head with a little chuckle, and before he could say anything, Angelina got down on her knees. She crawled over to him and began to lick his cock clean.
"Shit~!" He moaned in pleasure.
She took him into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the head before taking him deeper. Alex's hands tangled in her hair, guiding her movements as she bobbed her head up and down.
"Ange~" he breathed, his hips bucking slightly.
She hummed around him, the vibrations sending shivers down his spine. Her free hand cupped his balls, rolling them gently.
"If you keep doing this... I'm gonna cum," Alex warned, his grip tightening in her hair.
Angelina just moaned, taking him even deeper, swallowing his cock. She held it in her throat before pulling away with a loud gasp. Then she began to deepthroat him at a rapid pace. "Gwwkk! Gwakk! Gwakk!"
Alex's grip on her hair tightened, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps. "Angelina... fuck, you're amazing." His hips moved in sync with her, driving his cock deeper into her throat with each thrust. She took it all, her eyes watering but never breaking eye contact.
The sound of her gagging filled the sauna, a symphony of their shared pleasure.
"Gwwkk! Gwakk! Gwakk!" she gagged, tears streaming down her face, but she didn't stop.
The sight of her, on her knees, taking him so deep, was too much.
"I'm gonna cum, Ange," he warned, his voice ragged.
She moaned around his cock, the vibrations pushing him over the edge. He came with a grunt, his cock pulsing in her throat. Her eyes widened, but she didn't pull back. Instead, she swallowed every drop, her throat working around him. When he was done, she slowly pulled back, her tongue darting out to lick the head of his cock one last time. She looked up at him, her eyes sparkling with satisfaction and mischief.
"You taste even better than I remember," she said, her voice husky from the intense session.
Alex helped her up, pulling her into a hug. "You're incredible, you know that?" he murmured.
She just smiled, nuzzling against his chest. "I could say the same to you," she replied, tracing patterns on his chest.
They stayed like that for a while, enjoying the afterglow of their intense session.
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[Lunch time] [Back to the villa]
A few hours later...
Alex and Angelina sat on the shaded terrace of their private villa, the ocean stretching out in front of them like a wallpaper from a computer screen. The VIP lunch service had arrived with their lunch.
The table looked ridiculous in the best way.
Rock lobster, split and grilled to perfection. Bahamian stew fish rich with spice and depth. Crabs stacked like they had been summoned for a meeting they could not refuse. Johnnycakes still warm and golden. And an expensive bottle of wine breathing dramatically in an ice bucket, like it had won awards.
Angelina took a sip of wine and sighed. "Okay. This officially beats any restaurant we could have gone to."
Alex leaned back in his chair, sunlight catching the rim of his glass. "No cameras or strangers asking for autographs."
She laughed. "The dream."
"So, how about we check how our movie is doing?" Alex finally asked.
The thing is, Mr & Mrs Smith was released yesterday and neither of them checked the reviews or ratings. They simply shut everything and came to the Bahamas and were enjoying their time.
"Really? Do we have to?" Angelina asked.
She looked nervous, which was understandable. This was her big comeback after all. Even though the early screening went great, it's the box office and public reviews that matter in the end.
"C'mon, you think I'm not nervous? It's my debut," Alex replied, pointing a crab claw at her. "Besides, I trust us. We did an awesome job. It's time to take in the good news and enjoy our vaccation without tension."
Angelina took a deep breath. "Phew! Okay. Let's do it."
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