TW: Sexual content.
Smut after the second line break (-) about halfway through. If you don't feel comfortable reading, please ask for a chapter summary as there's some important plot at the end.
Enjoy girly pops <3
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When Alex and Arabella woke up from their nap around an hour later, it was due to a human-sized lump landing on top of them and jolting them out of their sleep like an excited child on Christmas morning.
"Wakey wakey, my darlings!"
Arabella tried unsuccessfully to kick the lump off and groaned when a pointy knee jabbed her in the thigh, burying her head further into Alex who made a similar noise of discontent and pulled her closer. Neither of them were willing to be dragged out of the soft warmth of their little bubble just yet.
"Go away Sophie." She mumbled, still half-asleep. She could hear Miles laughing from the open doorway, and if she were more awake she probably would have cracked a smile.
Sophie remained sprawled across the bed, refusing to budge. "Get up, you lazy bastards. We've got pools to swim in and margaritas to drink."
It was Alex who shifted first and sat up, blinking sluggishly. Arabella grumbled when she was jostled by his movements and shut her eyes for a few more seconds before finally following him in sitting up and glaring at her best friend.
"I hate you." She scowled, kicking her foot out once more and catching the redhead in the thigh.
Sophie cackled at the sight of their disgruntled faces, finally rolling off the bed and joining Miles in the hallway.
"Love you too!"
Despite the abrupt start to the afternoon and the fact that she would no doubt be covered in knee-shaped bruises for the rest of the trip, Arabella couldn't help but smile as she set about finding a pair of shorts to wear.
Sophie was right; they did have pools to swim in and margaritas to drink. And she would be lying if she said that she wasn't excited to spend the entire week relaxing and admiring a sun-kissed and half-naked Alex in the process.
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Two hours later, after a longer than necessary shopping trip in which she and Sophie had filled three big shopping bags to the brim with random crap, Arabella sat down on a lounger by the pool and allowed herself to relax.
The Portuguese summer sun bathed her in a delicious warmth as she slid her sunglasses down over her eyes and watched Alex run back into the villa for a drink.
He looked delectable in a pair of black and gold swimming trunks, his smooth skin still a little bronzy from the month he'd spent in America and his quiffed hair falling over his forehead as he jogged. Arabella didn't think that the memory of his hands rubbing sun cream into her skin mere minutes earlier would be leaving her mind anytime soon.
When he returned from the villa and handed her an open bottle of beer, she could feel his dark eyes roaming her bikini-clad body even through the sunglasses covering them. He too was clearly appreciating the scanty lack of clothing that came with afternoons by the pool.
Beads of water from the condensation on his own bottle dripped over his knuckles as he leaned down to press a kiss to her lips, bracing himself with his hand on her thigh. He was delightfully warm, and though he tasted slightly of sun cream she still chased his lips for another kiss when he pulled away.
"Get in here, Al. Water's lovely." Miles called, successfully drawing Alex's attention away.
After one last fleeting kiss and a beaming smile, his hand was gone and he was making a beeline for the pool, leaving her thigh tingling.
Sophie and Arabella tanned for a while on adjacent sun loungers while the boys relaxed in the pool with their own bottles of beer and a couple of cigarettes, chatting each other's ears off about God knows what. Miles had blown up the giant inflatable flamingo that Sophie had brought with her, and he and Alex were taking turns sitting on it.
Palm trees whispered in the sea breeze as they all soaked up the sun, drinking and smoking and laughing without a care in the world.
Arabella found herself becoming increasingly distracted, however, by the sight of her boyfriend. His hair was now wet and even darker than usual, dripping water over his face and onto his bare chest, and every time he shoved his hands through it his arms flexed in a very enticing manner.
As if reading her mind, he lifted himself from the pool once he'd finished his cigarette and stubbed it out on the deck, approaching the sun loungers with a mischievous grin on his face.
"Would you ladies care to join us?" He questioned, water dripping all around him and creating small puddles on the warm sandstone where he stood. His swim shorts were now sopping wet and clinging to his body, a sight which flustered Arabella more than she would care to admit.
Sophie immediately placed her beer down at the request and jumped up from the sun lounger, adjusting the straps of her hot pink swimsuit to avoid any mishaps.
"I would love to. Coming Bells?"
Before Arabella could even process the question, her friend was cannonballing into the pool and sending a wave of water over poor Miles's head, successfully knocking him off the inflatable flamingo. The redhead cackled when they both resurfaced and she saw her boyfriend spluttering dramatically.
Arabella laughed at the scene, placing her own beer down on the little table between the loungers.
Alex held his hands out for her and she took them with a dimpled smile, allowing him to pull her up. She was taken completely by surprise, however, when instead of letting her walk on her own two feet across the scorching stone, he looped his arms around her thighs and hauled her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.
"Alex!" She shrieked, clutching onto him like a lifeline as he carried her to the edge of the pool and down the steps into the shallow end.
He let her down once they were in the water and she sank into the coolness, red faced and giggling.
Alex's own cheeks were flushed and his wet eyelashes were clumped together in wisps, sunglasses long forgotten by the side of the pool along with his beer. The smile on his face was so relaxed and genuine that Arabella wished to be able to freeze time and preserve it forever.
She absentmindedly reached up and tightened her red bikini top before it came loose, Alex's gaze drawn to her chest by the motion. He stared unashamedly at her breasts as she retied the strings around her neck and merely smirked when she slapped him on the shoulder for it.
Before she could dwell on his wandering eyes any longer, Sophie called out from the opposite end of the pool where she had been offering a dischevelled Miles apologies in the form of smooches.
"Bella! Let's play Chicken!"
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"Alex." Arabella laughed as the man backed her into a chest of drawers in their room and attached his lips to her neck. "We need to get ready."
After multiple games of Chicken, a few underwater handstand competitions, and an intense swimming race between Alex and Miles, the group had decided to return to their respective rooms in order to shower and change for the evening.
Despite Arabella's half-hearted complaints, she too was in desperate need of a little action after spending the entire afternoon in the vicinity of her very attractive and scantily clad boyfriend and being unable to offer him more than a few chaste kisses here and there. Even just sitting on his shoulders during Chicken and feeling his hands gripping her bare legs had given her goosebumps.
"Soon." Alex mumbled against her skin, the edge of the dresser biting into her back as he pressed her against it. "You look so fookin' sexy in this bikini love. Been wantin' to take it off yeh for hours."
Arabella inhaled a sharp breath when she felt his fingers tug at the strings of her still-damp bikini bottoms, tipping her head away from him to speak.
"Al, the door."
Alex chased her lips with his own and planted another few kisses on them before pulling away to lock the door. Sophie and Miles were probably busy themselves, but it was better to be safe than sorry with those two.
When he returned no more than a second later, Arabella reconnected their lips, feeling his hands wrap around the back of her thighs.
He hoisted her up to sit on the empty dresser and sucked kisses along her jawline, deft fingers already working to untie her bikini bottoms. He undid the knots connecting the strings over her hips and allowed the cherry red material to fall away, exposing her to him.
"Lean back, baby." He instructed, gentle hands supporting her as she leaned back against the wall and angled her hips up.
She felt his breath on her inner thighs when his head lowered between them and held back a whine, legs widening in anticipation.
"Okay?" Alex checked, and though Arabella was sure that her body language was doing a sufficient job at conveying her willingness to continue, she always appreciated his attentiveness.
"'M good." She breathed out, crossing her ankles behind his back to bring him closer.
The moment she felt him bury his face between her thighs, her hands gripped the edge of the dresser and she let out a choked moan.
Alex could be the biggest tease when he wanted to be, but he knew when to pick his moments, and right now they were both as desperate as each other. He didn't waste any time, delving right in and bringing his hands up to keep her legs spread while his tongue sought the bead of her clit.
Arabella's knuckles turned white and she tipped her head back to rest against the wall behind her in complete ecstasy. She could feel the cool dampness of his still-wet hair between her thighs as he ate her out like a man starved, nose brushing her pubic bone with every movement.
He suckled her clit until her legs were shaking in his hands, clearly aiming to make her come so hard that she saw stars. She was already so keyed up from seeing him in next to nothing for hours on end that it didn't take long for him to wind her up and bring her hurtling towards the edge.
"Ah–Alex!" She gasped when he only increased the pressure of his tongue against the little nub at the apex of her cunt, her hips bucking upwards of their own accord and pushing back against his face.
"I know, love." Alex pulled away for a split second and returned his attention to her pussy before she had the chance to protest, now bringing his hand into the mix to work her clit even faster while his tongue parted her dripping folds.
The combination of his rough fingertips and his hot, wet, skilled mouth caused the tension between Arabella's hips to snap. She came with a cry and arched up into his touch, Alex continuing to stimulate her until she was a writhing, trembling mess.
"Fuck, Al–" She finally found her voice and let go of the dresser with one hand to push his head away, prompting him to straighten.
He smiled, seeming a tad awestruck as he admired the sight of her sitting there in her red bikini top with her legs still spread, slack-jawed and breathless. She was still a little dazed from her orgasm when he took her face between his hands and pressed a sweet kiss to her lips.
"Think you can take another one, baby?" He asked once she'd caught her breath, helping her down from the dresser. He was still clad in his black swimming trunks, a noticeable bulge now pressing painfully against the crotch area.
Arabella agreed with a hum, arousal once again beginning to pool between her thighs at the sight. She was already tugging at the strings keeping her bikini top intact when he sprung into action, helping her to remove the damp garment before pulling his shorts down in one fell swoop.
Once they were both naked, Alex reconnected their lips and pushed her in the direction of the bed, a strangled noise escaping his throat when his hard erection brushed against the smooth skin of her thigh.
"Lay down, doll." He breathed out, Arabella allowing herself to fall back and welcoming the warm, familiar weight of Alex's body as he climbed on top of her.
"Are you still sensitive?" He murmured almost to himself, the audible breath she inhaled when he ran his fingers through her slick folds answer enough. "Let me take care of yeh, darling. Don't 'ave to do anything, just lay there n' let me take care of yeh."
Arabella let out a cry of pleasure when she felt two of his thick fingers slowly push inside of her. They stretched her open deliciously and she squeezed around them, throwing her head back and twisting her fists into the sheets.
No matter how many times he used his skilled fingers on her, she was always taken aback by how incredible they felt.
"Fuck, Alex." She gasped when he removed them almost as soon as he'd pushed them in, desperately chasing his touch with her hips. She watched him pump himself for an agonising moment and whimpered when she felt the tip of his cock rub against her core, lubricated by the wetness.
"Ready?" He asked, guiding his dick between her folds when he received a frantic nod.
Alex groaned in pleasure as he filled her up, Arabella's eyes fluttering shut and her jaw falling slack at the feeling of him pushing his length all the way inside of her. His fingertips found her clit again as he began to drive in hard and fast, and she whined at the overwhelming sensation.
She was so sensitive, her nerves already so frayed from her first orgasm that she felt every inch of him each time their hips collided. He set a punishing pace, the quick, hard jabs of his cock against that heavenly spot inside of her making her dizzy.
Her body edged closer and closer to ecstasy with every thrust, and she could tell when he started to get close too from the frequency of the low-pitched noises leaving his throat.
"F-Fuck–I'm close." Arabella whined, thighs trembling when the force of his thrusts increased and his thumb worked her clit in tight circles. "Ah–Alex!"
"Me too baby, f-fuck, that's it. Let go for me." Alex wrapped his free hand around the back of her knee and hoisted her right leg up slightly higher so that he could slide his cock even deeper into her.
"O-oh, fuck!" She choked out, whimpering Alex's name repeatedly as another orgasm ripped through her. He buried his face into her shoulder and delivered a few more powerful thrusts before she felt him tip over the edge too and empty himself inside of her with a guttural moan, hips stuttering.
He stayed where he was for a few minutes while they both caught their breath, Arabella's muscles still shaking from the residual bolts of electricity shooting through them. She briefly thanked her lucky stars for remembering to take her birth control, feeling him softening inside of her with every passing second.
She and Alex usually used protection, but she had to admit that they had been slacking a little ever since she decided to go back on the pill. Nothing beat the unparalleled intimacy of raw, unprotected sex, after all.
"That was fookin' incredible." Alex breathed when he finally eased himself out of her, though he remained pressed against her front.
She could sense his gaze on her as she lay there with her eyes closed, huffing a laugh when he littered delicate kisses over her face until she opened them again. He always needed reassurance after sex to make sure that he hadn't been too rough or made her uncomfortable, and it was one of the many things she adored about him.
"You're incredible." She mumbled back, taking in the gorgeous flush of his cheeks. He relaxed with the knowledge that she was okay, rolling away to free her from the weight of his body.
Arabella crawled into his arms and laid her head on his chest, resting there while the AC unit hummed in the background. She hoped that the noise of the air blasting through the vents had masked most of their own noises, although they hadn't exactly been quiet. Sophie and Miles would no doubt tease them about it for the entire evening.
"We should probably get ready." Arabella giggled after a while, gazing up at her boyfriend through loving eyes. "I'm gonna grab a quick shower before anyone else claims the bathroom."
A smirk appeared on Alex's face and he brought his head down to ghost his lips over her cheekbone, mumbling against her skin. "Fancy some company?"
"I suppose we could save some water." The girl grinned back. Her thick, dark hair was still damp from the pool, and she wanted to wash the chlorine out before it became too tangled.
She moved to stand from the bed in order to wrap herself in a towel and laughed loudly when she felt Alex lock his arms around her, pulling her back to pepper tiny little kisses all over her exposed neck and shoulder.
"Alex! Stop it." She eventually wriggled out of his hold with one last shriek of laughter and scrambled off the bed, waiting for him to follow.
He stared up at her for a moment with something akin to amazement in his eyes, brown orbs regarding her as if she was the most precious thing to exist, and though she had seen the expression a million times before it still filled her with warmth.
Before she could tease him by asking what was taking him so long, he broke the silence.
"I love you, tha knows."
Arabella froze, the quiet and unexpected confession shocking her to the core.
Alexander David Turner loved her.
The man who had wormed his way into her heart and become her favourite person in the world, loved her. And hearing those three words leave his lips for the first time felt like a missing puzzle piece falling into place.
"Alex." She finally whispered, climbing back onto the bed and taking his face in her hands. He seemed to have taken himself by surprise with the confession, now looking slightly nervous as his Adam's apple bobbed and his gorgeous eyes flicked between both of hers.
Without any hesitation or doubt, she allowed herself to tell him what she knew in her soul to be true.
"I love you too."