Ayia Napa SummerSummer RomanceRomance

I met my boyfriend in Ayia Napa on a boat party.

He was a fling. A rebound. Me and my ex split up two months prior, both came to a mutual understanding that the relationship wasn’t heading anywhere, so I booked a summer holiday with the girls to decompress, to attempt to get over the heartbreak and – unbeknown to me at the time – shag a Norwegian that I’d later fall in love with.

He was called Kasper and had this gorgeous, ash blonde hair that made him look like a Targaryan from Game of Thrones. Tanned skin. Blue eyes. Tall. Honestly looked like a fashion model. He was behind me in the queue to the bar, tapped on my shoulder and said, “hey, your bikini strap is undone.”

Good job I was wearing a t-shirt on over.

I was flustered, didn’t know where to look but his eyes because they were so fucking blue. Like a husky’s. They were so entrancing it made everything else in the vicinity look grey.

I couldn’t fiddle with the drink in my hand because I didn’t yet have one so instead I did this awkward picking of my nails, cleared my throat to rinse it of anxiety and asked him: “can you tie it for me?”

“Of course.”

The cells on my skin danced at his touch.

Then we were shoulder to shoulder at the bar exchanging names. Ages. Twenty six, he was. Two years younger than me. After dating a guy a year younger, my fanny fluttered for a hot older guy that knew a thing or two about emotional intelligence.

I headed back to my friends upstairs. Left him downstairs with his.

“What you all smiley for?” asked one of them.

I shook it off. Took a sip of my drink. “It’s nothing.”

“Which means it’s something.”

“Just some guy.”

“Some guy?” My friend raised her eyebrow. “Moving on? This is good.”

It really wasn’t. The boat party was five hours long… after that there’d be no guarantee I’d see him again which… deflated the excitement out of me slightly.

The DJ cranked up the music and for a while, I lost myself in the music. Sunshine, sea breeze and sangrias. You couldn’t really ask for much else. The feel of Mediterranean wind lifting the ends of my hair, hot sun on my skin, I let the thought of Kaspar go because I couldn’t be arsed with boys and their games and a man that looked this good was bound to lay a few on thick with me if I gave him the time of day.

He must’ve stayed downstairs because I didn’t see him for the first hour.

And then the boat anchored for us all to jump in.

Of course that’s when we bumped into one another again, when I was at my most attractive blowing saltwater from my nose. Rubbing smudged mascara from my eyes.

And of course he still looked so fucking good.

Even more so now that he was wet. Blonde hair slicked back, water droplets falling from his naturally black lashes. The saltwater gave a pink hue to his lips that my eyes dropped numerous times to on their own accord. They looked very kissable.

We picked back up our conversation from the bar. He was here with his teammates on holiday. Played football professionally. We proceeded to talk about family, his dad in particular. He used to play himself and that’s how Kasper got his foot in the door, but once he hit top of the league, his dad stopped watching. Showed no interest in his achievements anymore.

Deep chats.

Back on deck, we even got into ex territory. We discussed my very hard, mutual breakup. His cheating ex that was sleeping with one of his ex teammates for close to a year.

When the boat started moving again, he held out his hand and lead me to the dancefloor upstairs. Songs led imperceptibly into the next. Looking into his eyes, I forgot we were sailing on a boat. My desire for him seemed stronger than the UV here. Than the wind itself. My body longed for him. Cervix contracting at the thought alone of him entering me. Those eyes. The look inside of them as he slid his cock into me for the very first time.

“What are you thinking?” he said in the shell of my ear.

His breath… like a spring breeze.

I took a step back and searched his eyes.

Tension fizzed between us.

“I think you know.”

“I don’t.” The corners of his lips raised into a smirk. “You’ll have to tell me.” And with that he shifted some of the hair from his ear to invite me closer. “I’m good at keeping secrets.”

“You feel it too?”

He wanted me to say it aloud. “Feel what?”

“The tension.”

His facial expression darkened.

“I want you inside of me,” I continued.

“We can make that happen.”

Up until this point it hadn’t occurred to me that shagging right here on the boat was an option. I’d never slept with someone in a public place before and the toilets of a boat party was a location I’d very much class as falling into that category.

He made a point of looking behind him, past the DJ booth to the WC sign on the door to the left.

“We could,” he continued. “If you want.”

So we threaded through the crowd and snuck away into the toilets. A unisex bathroom – perfect for what we needed it for.

Kasper was my first one night stand. I’d never felt the urge before to sleep with someone the same day of meeting them but things are different abroad and besides… I wouldn’t exactly class the man as a stranger.

We shared chaste, seasalt kisses for a while until he deepened the kiss by adding a tongue. Gently, he swirled it with mine, pushed me against the wall and began biting down on my bottom lip.

“Are you wet?”

“Maybe it’s time you find out.”

He moved aside my bikini panties, ran his finger along me and inserted it.

I gasped.

Arched my back to give him deeper access.

“How do you like it?” He looked back up at me, husky eyes cloudy with arousal. “Fast or slow?”

“Fast.”

“And deep?”

“Very.”

He removed his finger. Sucked my wetness from his finger with a satisfying moan. “Do you think you can take my dick? All of it?”

“Dunno. I’d have to see it first.”

My breath hitched when he took it from his swim shorts.

Kasper was the biggest I’d ever had. Girth, length… he was blessed with it all.

I’d never wanted dick inside of me so bad.

He looked back into my eyes and recited his question. “Can you? Take it?”

“I reckon so.”

He pinned me back against the wall, tanned chest pressed against mine, and slowly inserted himself inside of me bit by bit.

I’d never been stretched out like this before.

Never felt a feeling like it.

I jumped up into him when he found us a rhythm. Cradled my legs around him to improve the angle. It was crushing, the lower back pain I felt as he pounded me hard into the wall, but compared to the burning pleasure I felt pulsating through me after each thrust, he could’ve crippled me, snapped my spine in half for all I cared.

The pleasure was unmatched. Like I was on the stars, the way of the universe moving in sync with the very inhale and exhale of my breath.

And then I felt my walls starting to contract. Digging my nails into his shoulders, I held my breath as the orgasm flew tenfold through me.

It’s only when we stopped, both recovering after climax, that we realised just how much noise we were making.

Laughter sprayed out of us.

“That was hot,” he said, re lacing the cords of his swim shorts.

“Yeah. Definitely the most rogue place I’ve ever done it.”

“Me too.”

At this point I expected us to go our separate ways, me back to my friends and him back to his, but instead he tilted my chin to raise my face to his and asked if I wanted a drink.

“Sure.”

We sat downstairs on the sofas sipping vodka lime and sodas watching the sunset and talking shit. Orange light spilled over us, the boat rocking softly over the waves. We belly laughed, and when I said something funny, which was often, he’d crinkle his nose, squint his eyes and scoff.

When the boat made its second swim stop, we dove in together hand-in-hand and treaded water, staring into one another’s eyes saying nothing.

“This has been fun,” he said. “Don’t you think?”

“Yeah.” That’s when something in my chest started to ache. The day was drawing to a close and after this swim stop we’d be docking.

When there was a rise in feeling, there was an inevitable fall.

“Do you have plans later?”

“With my friends, yeah,” I said. “But tomorrow during the day I’m free… if you are… ?”

A smile lifted his cheeks. “I am, yeah.”

“What day do you fly back home?”

“The day after.”

Like a knife through the chest.

I’d only just arrived Ayia Napa.

I was only going to see him for one more day.

I did my best to keep my smile. “Then we better make the most of it.”

We kissed before getting off the boat. Exchanged numbers. He said he’d text me and he did. I spent the rest of the day resenting holiday romances. The passionate, short-lived nature of them. I’d never felt this way ever but perhaps that was simply the magic of the holiday romance. You know it’s going to be over so it’s all the more gut-wrenching.

That next day we met at the beach until we were out of water and dehydrated. Hours went by of us talking. God knows how long I was staring into his eyes trying to soak up the look of him before his flight back home the next morning.

“When did you last have a boyfriend?”

So I told him it’s been two months.

“I’m a rebound then?” His eyes started to space out.

“Technically yes but… “

His blue eyes filled again.

I didn’t quite know how to finish the sentence.

“It’s a shame I’m leaving tomorrow. It would’ve been nice to spend a few more days with you… don’t you think?”

“Yeah.” My voice cracked. We were walking back from the beach at this point past restaurants and bars that were beginning to open up for the night. The day was over. Goodbyes were imminent.

I’d only known him for two days.

It shouldn’t have hurt this much.

He lightened the conversation. “Have you been to the love bridge?”

“The what?”

“A bridge on the coastline. The sea eroded it away into the shape of a love heart. Come on-” he grabbed my hand- “it’s not far from here.”

The place was heaving of course. Apparently Ayia Napa’s biggest tourist attraction. Word is it’s patrolled a lot by police.

A popular dogging spot.

We continued down the rock edge until the populations grew sparse. Then I sat between his legs, back of my head pressed into his chest as we watched the day come to a close. The rise and fall of his chest, his soft breathing… it brought to me both peace and turmoil. I’d miss him.

A lot.

If only the universe had made him British. Made it so that we didn’t live countries apart.

But I don’t think I would’ve liked him the same if he was British.

“Would you come and visit me in Norway?”

“It’s an excuse for a holiday.”

And to see him.

Kasper stroked my upper thigh gently with his hand. Curled his neck to find my eyes. “I get two days off. One mid week. The other on Sunday. It would be nice to see you again.”

His words eased some of the ache in my chest.

But they were words.

Not actions.

Things could change. Maybe he’d get back home and rekindle things with the ex he told me that broke his heart last year. Maybe he’d find somebody new.

I refused to let words reassure me.

“I’d love to.”

He came back to our villa that night. The sex was slow, drawn out, I think because neither of us wanted it to end, and when he entered me after what must’ve been an hour of foreplay, I clung onto him like a koala bear that didn’t want to let go.

His thrusts were deep.

It felt like his dick was in my stomach.

In my soul.

The bed springs crunched under us, the wooden bed frame creaking. (I bought my friends two rounds of cocktails the next day to make it up for the disturbance).

He couldn’t sleep over because he had to leave shortly for his flight. The last thing I saw of him was his Birkenstock foot through the gap between the door as he shut it behind him… until his eyes landed on me one month later again in Oslo Lufthavn Arrivals.