🌴 Tropical Permission 📖 Chapter Five: The Morning After
The ocean murmured outside. Inside, everything was still echoing from the night before.
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Diane woke to the sound of waves and the warmth of James’s hand already between her thighs.
He was watching her, propped on one elbow, his gaze dense and attentive. His fingers moved slowly, idly, as if reacquainting themselves with her texture.
She stretched under the sheet, sighing softly. “Good morning.”
His voice was breathy and terse. “Tell me again how you felt.”
She blinked the sleep from her eyes. “Last night?”
He nodded. “When they… used you. And you loved it.”
Heat flushed between her legs before she could respond. His fingers hadn’t stopped moving. She bit her lip and met his gaze.
“I felt…” she began, and then paused. She wasn’t used to talking like this in daylight.
But James didn’t look away. He didn’t smirk or shy from the intensity. He looked hungry for it. Reflexively, she opened her thighs to better accommodate his touch.
“I felt powerful,” she said. “And insatiable. Like I could take whatever I wanted—and they wanted to give it.”
He pressed his index finger inside her and inhaled sharply through his nose. “Fuck.”
She moaned. “You liked that.”
“I liked you like that,” he said, low. “I didn’t know how much I wanted to see that part of you. Until last night.”
Diane rolled onto her stomach and spread her legs wide. She turned her head to face James. “Use me, baby.”
He grunted and mounted her. He slipped inside her without resistance and started thrusting deeply, rhythmically. He gripped Diane’s forearms to steady himself as rocked inside her.
They moved together, quiet and molten. Diane felt like a plaything with her legs posed spread apart. A toy to be played with. She thought about Nate while she came, remembering how full she felt when he was inside her.
“Use me, baby,” she pleaded as James came across her back.
It felt like a door had opened and they were still walking through it.
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They ate breakfast in bathrobes on the balcony—papaya slices, fried plantains, soft scrambled eggs. James poured them coffee and added too much sugar to hers the way he always did.
He was quiet but not distant. Reflective. She recognized the signs: how he stared a little longer out at the water, how he chewed slower when his mind was racing.
“You’re not weird about last night, are you?” she asked gently.
He shook his head. “No. I’m… thinking about how much I liked it. Which is maybe the weirder part.”
Diane smiled into her coffee. “You liked hearing about me with someone else?”
“I did. It took me be surprise how much I liked imagining you that way. Wild. Taken. Untouchable. But also… completely mine.”
That last part made her chest warm in a way she wasn’t expecting.
“I wasn’t sure how you’d react.”
“I wasn’t sure either.” He took a beat. “But I think I’ve been waiting for something like that from you.”
“What do you mean?”
“I think…” He picked at a wedge of papaya, then gave up and met her gaze again. “I’ve always known you were a little wild before we were together, that you had this part of you. The part that hungers. The part that could… devour. And I’ve seen glimpses. But last night, hearing it out loud — it was like you stopped holding it back. I saw you completely.”
Diane’s breath caught.
He said it like it was a good thing. Not dangerous. Not selfish. Beautiful.
She reached for his hand and laced their fingers together. “How do you feel about what you saw?”
He smiled. “I’ve never been more attracted to you.”
They finished breakfast in silence, not awkward but intimate. The sea stretched wide and endless before them. Diane felt something new in her belly — not just lust, not just satisfaction, but anticipation.
James poured more coffee, then added, “Maybe you’ll tell me about the other one sometime.”
“Of course.”
But she didn’t tell him that she hadn’t thought about the second one in years.
Now, she was.
Want more? Read Chapter 5(a) here.
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I honestly think the best part of the last couple chapters is her husband's taking the time to not only process her confessions but also how he felt learning of them. If faced with a difficult part in any relationship thought MUST go into every response. Keep writing and being awesome!