by Anna Durand
"Damn, you just had to go and say that, with your voice all hot and sexy and needy."
"You sound hot and sexy and hungry." I glanced down at his cock, hanging between our bodies, and licked my lips. "Mm, I want your dick, Oliver. It's beautiful and big, and I'm sure it tastes even better than dark chocolate filled with caramel that melts on your tongue."
"I am hungry, but not for food." He hoisted my leg up, hooking it over his shoulder, and bracketed my body with his hands on the bed. "For you, Mara. I'll lose my mind if I don't do this right away."
"Do it." I set my palms on his chest. "Now, Oliver."
He thrust into me, filling my body, and began a sure, measured rhythm of strokes. I gripped his shoulders, hanging on while he pushed inside me and withdrew, over and over, every thrust a hot, silky glide of his flesh against mine, my body molding to his rigid length while I grew slicker and more sensitive. I experienced his every movement with a powerful surge of pleasure, not quite a climax, but getting closer every second. Never had anything felt as good as this. I clutched him with my hands and my body, and he lowered onto his elbows, bending my knee even further and giving him deeper access. I couldn't stop the words that tumbled out of me---desperate, greedy, lustful, wild cries.
"Ohmygodyes, Oliver! Please, yes. I love this, I love your cock, it's incredible, I love your body too. Oh God, you're the hottest man on the planet, please don't stop, don't stop, I'm about to---oh! God! Yes!"
My release struck so fast, and with such intensity, that I couldn't scream any more stupid words. I couldn't breathe, couldn't think, couldn't stop from sinking my nails into his shoulders and locking my free leg around his hip, needing him even deeper inside me while the waves of my climax thundered through me, shredding my self-control.
He came inside me while my body was still gripping him. I felt the pulsating rhythm of his release, even while I spiraled down from the heights of pleasure, dazed and beyond satisfied.
The mattress bounced, and I realized he'd collapsed onto it beside me. I had my eyes squeezed shut, tears trickling down my cheeks.
"Did I hurt you?" he asked, his tender voice close to my ear.
I shook my head, unable to do anything more.
"Can you open your eyes?" he asked, his tone becoming slightly amused. "I know I'm good, but I didn't think I was good enough to leave a girl paralyzed. Not sure that would be a good thing."
Pulling in a deep breath, I let it out gradually and forced my lids to open. My heart still pounded, but I managed to smile, as much as anyone could while stunned by the most amazing sex ever.
Lying on his side, he brushed sweat-dampened hair away from my cheek. "You are gorgeous when you come, especially the way you just did, like it was the first time and a sex bomb went off inside you."
"I think it did." I rolled onto my side, snuggling up to him, my head tucked under his chin. His skin was damp, and he smelled like sweat, but I loved it. "I said a bunch of stupid things a minute ago. Sorry."
"Don't be. I loved all the goofy things you screamed, especially the part about how I'm the hottest guy on the planet."
"What about when I said I love your incredible cock?"
"That was awesome too." He kissed the top of my head. "Everything you said got me going even more. I've never fucked a woman like the world was about to explode and it was my last chance to have sex. But damn, Mara, you made me that hot."
I looped an arm around him, skating my hand up and down his back. "Why don't you have a girlfriend? You're amazing."
"We met yesterday, so I'm not sure you have the info to make that announcement yet. But I appreciate." He sighed into my hair, his hands wandering over my body. "Truth is, I'm not that popular with girls. You wouldn't believe how many of them dump my ass by saying, 'You're like my gay best friend.' I mean, what the fuck? That's not what they screamed the night before."
Lifting my head, I gazed into his amber eyes. "I will never, ever call you my gay best friend."
His lips quirked into a crooked smile. "Thanks."
I studied him for a moment until I worked up the courage to ask. "What did those insanely stupid girls scream the night before?"
"Kind of what you did, but they weren't as good at it."
I was better than those silly girls. Maybe it was weird, but hearing him say that made me feel even better than I already did. My body had become deliciously relaxed, still warmed by our fantastic sex. I cuddled up to him again, but my tummy was starting to rumble.
"Hungry?" he asked.
"Mm-hm. But I don't want to move."
"I'll go into the kitchen and make us lunch." He wriggled away from my body, kissed me, and hopped off the bed. "Gotta call to check on lunch for the guests, but we've got great cooks. I shouldn't need to go over there." He leaned over the bed to run a hand along my thigh, sending an electric shiver down my skin. "That means I can focus on you."
Ollie walked out the door, stark naked.
And I lay on the bed, stretched out like a Roman empress. That man had given me the best sex of my entire life while making me feel sexy and powerful, not at all like a screw-up who couldn't keep a man.
Thank you, Ollie.
Chapter Ten
Ollie
I went into the kitchen and called to check on things at the guest house, then I gathered ingredients from the fridge to make lunch for Mara and me. While I whipped up my culinary creations, I thought about how this day had changed so completely from what I could've ever expected. I had sex with Mara. Holy shit, that happened. She'd freaked out when she first saw the naturists in the buff, but when she'd stepped out of that taxi I'd been dumbstruck by how beautiful and sexy she was. Mara had calmed down pretty fast after her freak-out. Though she swore was okay with naturism, I figured she must still have had some issues with it. She wanted to get past them. I knew that.
Not that I expected she'd ever become a naturist.
But damn, she had the body for it.
While I sliced cucumbers for a salad, I considered the problem of Mara. She had hangups, for sure. Her parents seemed to have done a bang-up job of convincing her she wasn't good enough---for anything. I'd never met them, but I already didn't like them. Mara seemed like such a sweet girl, and smart too. Not to mention amazing in bed.
I had fucked a woman I'd known for less than two days.
Yeah, I still had trouble wrapping my head around that one. I was a computer nerd who struggled to get dates and couldn't keep a girlfriend. As for one-nighters... Yeah, that never happened to me. How did I get so lucky today?
Mara wandered into the kitchen while I was finishing up. She'd put on the same outfit she wore earlier, with the capri pants and sandals.
"Sit down," I told her, pointing at the stools on her side of the island. "Lunch is almost ready."
She perched on a stool, folding her hands atop the island. "Thank you for making me lunch."
"It's the least I can do after the workout we just had." I couldn't help smirking when I remembered our time in the bedroom. "I've never had sex with a girl I barely know, but it was incredible."
Mara blushed a little. "It was wonderful. And I've never had sex with someone I barely know either."
"We're both first-timers, eh?" I slid two plates across the island, one for Mara and one for me, then I slid two glasses of lemonade over there too. The salads were on the plates, beside double-decker sandwiches. "Here you go. Figured we both needed a big lunch to catch up on the calories we burned in bed."
"I am starving." She pulled her plate closer and licked her lips. "It looks delicious."
"Dig in." I walked around to her side of the island and sat on the stool next to hers. "The sandwich is ham, turkey, and bacon with vinaigrette dressing and provolone cheese. I made the lemonade from scratch. The salad has thousand island dressing, but Eve made that. She always whips up a big batch of the dressing and puts it in glass jars herself so we can use them as needed."
"Wow, you don't get homemade dressing at a regular resort." She picked up her fork and ate a mouthful of salad. "Mm, yummy."
"Glad you like it."
She took her double-decker sandwich in both hands, biting off a sizable chunk. While she chewed, she closed her eyes and moaned.
My dick started waking up again.
"Uh, I'll go put on some clothes," I told her, sliding off my stool. "You're still getting used to the naturist thing, and I don't want you to feel weird about me sitting her in the nude eating a sandwich."
"That's okay. You don't need to do that on my account."
"It's no trouble."
Running back to my room gave me a chance to get a grip on myself. If I got hard every time I saw Mara, we were in trouble.
After putting on jeans and a T-shirt, I went back to the kitchen and to Mara. Her plate had the same amount of food on it as when I'd left.
"Don't you like it?" I asked, nodding at her plate. "You haven't eaten much."
"I was waiting for you."
She smiled shyly, which for some reason always got my dick excited, so I jumped onto my stool and started eating as a way to avoid looking at her. The food did taste pretty good. Maybe I couldn't keep a girlfriend, but I had three things I rocked at---computers, sex, and now food. Serving as Eve's sous chef, in the days before we hired actual kitchen staff, had taught me a lot about cooking.
Not that sandwiches and salad counted as cooking.
Mara moaned again while devouring her sandwich.
I shifted uncomfortably on my stool and focused on my own plate. Never in my life had I eaten as fast as I did now.
"Really hungry, huh?" Mara said.
"Kinda," I mumbled through the food I'd stuffed into my mouth. Swallowing, I said, "Tell me more about you. I know your family's rich, but what about you? Do you work?"
"Yes." She swigged her lemonade. "Mm, this is delicious too. I do have a business. Kind of. Like I said before, I'm basically in real estate."
"Right, I forgot you said that. What exactly do you do?"
She hunched her shoulders, staring down at her almost-empty plate while picking at the crumbs on it. "I sort of, um, own a building."
"You own a building?" I probably gaped at her like a moron, but jeez, I'd never met anyone who owned anything that big. "What kind of building is it?"
She winced. "An apartment complex."
I gaped some more. A minute, maybe longer, ticked by while I tried to cobble together words, any words, in the hopes I wouldn't come off as a total idiot.
"That's amazing," I finally said. "Do you run the place or just own it?"
"Everyone and everything in the building is my responsibility." She shut her eyes for a moment, then sighed and looked at me. "When I was twenty-two, fresh out of college, my parents bought the building and gave it to me as a graduation present. They said I needed to grow up and take responsibility for something, so I could prove to them I'm a mature adult."
"How did that go?"
"The building was empty, had been for a few months. My first job was to get the place in shape for tenants---the high-end kind, not the riffraff---and then attract those tenants."
"Sounds like a big project." I watched her face, though she'd turned it away from me to gaze toward the window above the sink. "You seem really smart, so I'm guessing you pulled it off."
Her gaze swerved to me, her eyes wide. "You assume I did a good job? That's not how anybody else felt. My parents were sure I'd screw up. They didn't say it outright, but I figured they must feel that way. I screw up all the time."
"Did you mess up with your building?"
She hugged herself, scratching her arms. "It wasn't easy. I hired contractors and decorators to fix up the place, always mindful of the fact I had to pay back the loans my parents had helped me get. Once the building was ready for occupancy, I came up with a marketing campaign to attract tenants. The complex was at full occupancy within two weeks after it opened."
"Your folks must've been proud."
She laughed, though it didn't sound cheerful. "My mom said she was glad I hadn't gone bankrupt yet, but that it would take several years to know whether I'd made the business successful. It's been years, and still she acts like it's a work-in-progress. Like I'm a work-in-progress."
"They never say they're proud of you, do they?"
"My dad does."
I studied her for a moment, trying to figure out why her Mom treated her like she was a mess. Mara was so sweet, not to mention funny and sexy and awesome at business stuff. I wished I had her skills at that. "I don't get it. You made your building a success, so why does your mom think you're a screw-up?"
"For all the reasons I told you earlier."
"Because you can't speak Japanese." I leaned over the gap between our stools, grasped her hands, and looked her square in the eye. "That's bullshit, Mara. I've known you for a day and a half, and already I can tell you're an incredible woman."
"It's more than not speaking Japanese." She glanced down at our hands. "I drove my husband away."
That sounded like bullshit too, especially considering what she'd told me earlier about her ex complaining she got too excited about sex. What kind of asshole was that guy? Mara was hot. More than that, she was a good person. She deserved praise, not insults from sniveling turds.
"I lied to you," she said, still staring down at our hands. "Well, maybe not outright lied. I let you believe I can't afford to buy another plane ticket to go home. The truth is, I don't want to go home because I'll get another lecture about how I screwed up yet again. Accidentally booking a vacation at a nudist resort? I'll never hear the end of it."
"Then stay." I lifted one hand away from hers to cup her cheek. "Hang out here with the crazy naturists. Chill out, enjoy the sunshine, go on nature hikes, whatever. I guarantee you nobody here will ridicule you or say you're not good enough. The guests are good people, like a big family, and they'll make you feel welcome."
And I'd never met anyone who needed a vacation more than Mara Severins.
She chewed on her lip, finally looking at me again. "I'd love to stay here. Is forever too long to book a room for?"
"I think we can arrange that."
"Thank you, Ollie." She gave me a tentative smile. "You're the nicest man I've ever met."
"Just doing my job." Now who was full of shit? I didn't say all that stuff to Mara because it was my job. I liked her, that's why I said it. "You can call me Oliver if you want. I usually don't like it when people use my whole name, but I love the way you say it. Especially when we're having sex."
Her cheeks dimpled with the cutest smile. "Okay, Oliver. I like your name, by the way. It's sexy."
My manly parts were about to get active again, so I had to make up a dumb excuse to get away from her for a few minutes. Just until I cooled down. Her smile, and her statement that my name was sexy, had way too much of an effect on me.
"Excuse me for a minute," I said, sliding off my stool. "Gotta hit the head."
The best I could hope for was that some time alone would let me figure out how to survive being around Mara, indefinitely, without walking around with a giant hard-on twenty-four seven.
Was that a pig flying past the window?
I returned to the kitchen a few minutes later, with my problem mostly under control, and found Mara standing at the sink. She was gazing out the window. I came up beside her to see what had caught her attention.
The guests were playing miniten.
Mara glanced at me, then returned her attention to the game going on outside. "What are they doing? I saw people playing that game yesterday, but I don't know what it is. Looks kind of like tennis or badminton, but they have bizarre boxes on their hands."
"It's called miniten. Naturists invented the game. Miniten is short for mini tennis." I pointed with my finger while I explained, "See, most naturist retreats don't have a lot of room for tennis courts, so they had to adj
ust the game to suit the space they had. Those wedge-shaped boxes are called thugs. Each player has a thug on one hand, which they use like a racket. Miniten is popular because it's more relaxed than tennis, so there's no need for jock straps or sports bras."
Mara leaned sideways toward me to whisper, "I think some of those people could use a little...support."
I chuckled. "Yeah, you're right. I'm sure the balls they're hitting aren't the only ones flying around out there."
"Not to mention the tits."
Her statement shocked me for about two seconds, then I grinned. "Mara, I love your sense of humor."
"Thanks." She grinned too. "You make me feel so comfortable that I can say all the things I would never say at home."
I slung an arm around her shoulders, tugging her close. "I'm sorry you feel that way at home. But here, you can be whoever you want to be."
The house phone rang.
Reluctantly, I gave up having Mara tucked under my arm and answered the phone. "What's up?"
"You're late," Ruth Norris said. "Yoga time was ten minutes ago, and the natives are getting restless. We might have an uprising if you don't get out there and lead them to serenity. And you know how Sylvester loves your yoga sessions."
Yeah, a seventy-two-year-old naturist did yoga. Why not? Sylvester was in better shape than he looked like he was. Having some flab didn't mean he had no strength or agility.
Just watching Sly play miniten proved that point.
"If they're dying for yoga," I said, "why is the miniten net still up? We need the space, unless everybody wants indoor yoga this time."
My outdoor yoga classes had become popular. I'd done the first one last summer when I was a guest, just for fun, but once I became assistant manager everybody begged me to make yoga a regular thing here.
"We'll take care of the net," Ruth said, "and you get yourself out here, cutie-pie."
"Be right out." I hung up the phone and faced Mara. "Sorry, I forgot about a yoga class I'm supposed to teach. Gotta go."
