I’m breathing so hard, you’d think I’d just run a marathon.
She sits up and wipes her mouth. My cock is still hard. She smiles at me. “Have I been naughty again?”
“Oh, woman, you have no idea.” I kiss her and can taste myself on her tongue, but I don’t care. “Allow me to show you what it’s like to be multi-orgasmic.” I roll her on her back and kiss her again. My tongue continues dancing with hers while I tear her panties off and press two fingers deep inside her. She’s so wet. The only sounds are the slickness and her moans. I kiss her lips, running my tongue along them, pulling her lower lip inside of my mouth. She stiffens, but it’s a small orgasm. I won’t settle for that. I want to hear her moan my name.
Grabbing both globes of her ass, I settle between her legs and lift her up just a bit. I take her swollen clit in my mouth and begin feasting on her, my tongue swirling around her throbbing clit—pressure, swirl, pressure, swirl, suck. My fingers find that spongy spot inside her, and I rub her furiously. Her hips move as she fucks my hand and face.
She keeps going and going, and I move to meet her. My heart is racing, and I can see stars. I nip the flesh inside her thighs and dive back in. She tastes so good.
After a moment, her body goes rigid, and she moans. I drink her orgasm.
With her chest heaving, she grabs my fingers and puts them in her mouth. As I lick every last drop of her orgasm, she sucks my fingers clean.
This was incredible, and we haven’t even gotten to the main course yet.
She sighs and lies on her back, closing her eyes. I fit myself into her arms.
“God, this was better than I ever imagined,” she says.
“We’ve only just begun.” I hold her tight and rub small circles on her back. There’s no way I’m letting her fall asleep already.
“We need a condom,” she urges.
I kiss her nose and run to my room to grab one from my shaving kit.
When I return, I place it on the side table and get back into bed with her. I kiss her, and she moans quietly, wrapping her hands around me, holding me tight to her.
I love the way her stomach tightens each time she’s climaxing. As I travel down to kiss her navel and her hips, I can smell how aroused she is again. I peek up at her face. Her eyes are still closed, but her lips are pursed ever so slightly. I know she’s wide awake and waiting for me.
She’s beautiful. I lie between her legs with my cock resting on her entrance. I rip the foil package open and sheath my cock. She looks into my eyes, and with a cute little smile, she centers the shaft at the entrance to her channel.
“Please,” she whispers in my ear, “I need your big, fat cock inside me.”
I love when women talk dirty to me, and I’m more than happy to oblige. I begin to push into her. She’s so tight, I can tell it’s a strain.
“Relax, baby,” I tell her.
“I can do this,” she pants.
I rock in and out until I’m balls deep.
“You feel so good,” she moans. “Give it to me hard.”
She doesn’t have to ask me twice. I pull out and slam my cock in. In and out. I love the jiggle in her tits, and I pinch a nipple. She groans her appreciation, and her muscles tighten around my cock.
She’s biting her lip and closes her eyes.
“Look at me, baby,” I grunt.
She opens her eyes, and my hand goes to her clit, stroking it hard and fast. Her mouth forms an O and again, she becomes rigid. This time she screams my name. I feel ten feet tall, and I follow her down the rabbit hole to complete bliss.
When we’re both spent, I collapse next to her. My cock slowly slips out, and I take the condom off, knotting the end and dropping it on my pajamas on the floor. I turn back to her and hold her tight. There’s no way I’m getting out of this bed—an impulse that definitely surprises me.
Chapter 13
Corrine
The heat emanating from Jackson rolls over me before I open my eyes. The stickiness between my legs isn’t left over from the fantastic sex we had last night. No, it comes from waking up next to him, and I want to go again.
Jackson seemed to enjoy himself last night. Does he think I’m bad at sex? Am I a cold fish in bed? Technically we only got him up twice, but he seems far more interested in my satisfaction than his own.
Jackson rolls over and snakes his arms around me to spoon me in tight. Kissing my temple, it’s as if he’s read my mind. “Don’t go there.”
I roll onto my back so I can look into his glorious eyes. “How did you know?”
“I can say this now, and it will be the only time someone else will be in our bed, but Bobby Sanders is a complete idiot. Not only are you positively stunning, with perfect curves whether you’re naked or dressed, but you’re absolutely fantastic in bed. He’s an idiot for letting you go, but I’m glad he did, because now you’re mine.”
My heart soars. To protect it, I remind myself that this will be short-lived. He means mine right now, for the moment. We’ll return to San Francisco, and he’ll find another Barbie, and I’ll find a new job somewhere else. But damn if I’m not going to have fun right now.
I smell coffee and fresh baked goods. I sit up. “Let’s see what’s for breakfast.”
“In a little bit.” He pulls me back down and begins suckling my breast as his hands wander. “I’ve had a taste, and I want more.”
We can’t seem to get enough. I roll over on all fours and present myself to him. “I think I was promised ten spankings.” I wiggle my ass and slap the cheek so he knows what I want.
His grin is like a boy on Christmas morning. His lips immediately attach themselves to my clit, and his magical hands bring me quickly to climax. I groan into the pillow.
I hear the rip of the foil package, and I play with myself to tease him. He shoves my hand away and pushes into me from behind. I groan as I stretch to accommodate him. I swear he’s bigger than he was last night.
He pumps in and out of me, hard and fast, and smacks my ass.
“Yes,” I moan.
“You like that, don’t you?” He slaps my ass again.
“Yes,” I moan, taking in the pleasure and the pain.
He grabs a handful of my hair and pulls me up. His fingers roll my nipples, pulling hard.
“We’re made for each other,” he says through gritted teeth.
I get the rest of my ten spankings, which send me over the edge with another orgasm. In no time, he joins me with his own.
I collapse in bed, out of breath. “I told you we’d get three times out of you.”
He laughs hard. I love to make him laugh. “Apparently I’ve been doing this all wrong.”
I throw my legs over the side of the bed and take in the room in the daylight. It’s beautifully decorated with teak furniture and pale greens and blues. I stand and look out the window, listening to the waves pound the rocks below the backyard, which is peppered with coconut palms and green grass.
“The view is stunning.”
I feel Jackson come up behind me and wrap his arms around me. “It’s beautiful, but you’re all I see.”
A voice in my head is continually chirping, Enjoy this while you can.
“What do you want to do today?” I say this over my shoulder as I walk into the bathroom.
“I thought we’d check out the house this morning with the majordomo, and I made arrangements for a helicopter tour of the property and the island this afternoon.”
I feel like I should be taking notes. I’m technically here on business.
“I’m starved. I need some nourishment so I can continue ravishing you.” He approaches and kisses me softly. “You’ve woken a voracious sex monster in me.”
I laugh. “I need a quick shower, so I don’t smell like sex when we walk downstairs.”
“It’s still early.” He picks up his phone, and I’ve almost immediately lost him to the problems in his email.
I shower and dress in a cotton sundress and a pair of pretty
flat sandals, ready to walk everywhere today. I can hear him talking in his room, and I wander over. He’s in an in-depth discussion with one of his developers, so I kiss him on the head and go in search of the kitchen. I find a Hawaiian woman with long, dark hair wearing a pink plumeria flower tucked behind her ear and a pink floral muumuu humming a beautiful song.
“Good morning,” I say, announcing myself.
She turns to me with a smile. “Aloha. Welcome to the Halona Moana Estate.”
“Thank you. Are you Leilani Palakiko—the one who made our dinner last night?”
“Yes. Was it satisfactory?” She tucks her hair behind her ear, and I see a slight tremble.
“Dinner was outstanding. I just wanted to make sure you knew that.” I smile at her warmly, and she visibly relaxes. “We thought it was perfect for our first night here on the island.”
“I’m so glad to hear that. It was a simple meal, but I’m happy you enjoyed it.” She turns to her oven a moment. “I have some breakfast?” She points to a platter of delicate pastries on the table, and my mouth waters. “And I can make you a traditional Hawaiian egg scramble.”
“Both sound amazing. Thank you.” I spot the coffee pot and pour myself a cup. “Have you seen Ben and Brian, the security guards that flew in with us?”
She nods. “They’re walking around the property with the majordomo and the security staff we have on site.”
“You need security?” I ask.
“We have a small team. We’re the largest privately-owned estate on the island. People often try to camp on the property since we’re next to the national park. And we have to be aware of theft, but their biggest job is to protect the curlew. They’re an endangered bird that nests on our property, and we want to be sure they don’t feel threatened.”
“I had no idea.” I take a sip of my coffee. “Ahh… This is delicious.”
“It’s Kona coffee, freshly grown and roasted on the Big Island.”
“It’s outstanding. I’ll need to take some home.” I take another big sip, and it’s the perfect amount of flavor without any bitterness. With sweetener, it almost tastes like dark chocolate. Amazing.
“It’s roasted just for the estate. We’ll make sure you have as much as you’d like when you go home.”
Jackson walks in. “Did I hear something was outstanding?”
“Good morning. You must be Mr. Graham. Welcome to the Halona Moana Estate. My name is Leilani, and I am your cook. I was told there were no food allergies. If there’s anything you don’t care to eat, please let me know.”
She seems very nervous as she speaks with Jackson. I get it—he can be intimidating.
“Of course. But your bread and coffee smells made me come running.”
Leilani smiles. “I was just telling Ms. Woods that my homemade pastries and a traditional egg scramble are options for this morning. Of course, if there is something else you’d like, I’m happy to make that, too.”
“The egg scramble and pastries sound perfect. Ms. Woods and I are taking the helicopter tour of the property and the island today. We’ll have lunch out but will return for dinner.”
“Thank you, Mr. Graham. Is there anything in particular you’d like for dinner?”
Jackson looks at me and raises his eyebrow, and I shake my head.
“I think you can surprise us, but I have to say I am not a fan of poi.”
Leilani chuckles. “I think unless you grow up eating it, it doesn’t appeal to you.”
“I think it tastes like paste,” he says with a twinkle in his eye.
“You’ve eaten a lot of paste?” Leilani teases.
Jackson laughs. “I did when I was a kid and didn’t like it.”
“Dinner tonight without poi. Got it. I think I have a few other options.” She fusses around the kitchen. “It’ll be a few minutes before I have your breakfast. There is a table set for you on the lanai.” And she points to an open, covered porch area. The entire house has glass windows from floor to ceiling that the staff has opened up to catch the cool breeze coming off the ocean.
We sit down and take in the expansive view. “This is even more beautiful than I pictured in the dark.”
He nods and leans in. “How are you feeling this morning?”
I’m embarrassed that he’s asking—not because he’s my boss or my lover, but because our relationship has changed. We’re really in The Twilight Zone now. “I’m good. A bit sore, but in a good way.”
He grins. “Good to know. We’ll have to work on stretching out those muscles more often.” He winks at me.
I’m ready to respond when Leilani arrives with our breakfast. “Here’s the egg scramble. We serve it with steamed rice.” She places a tall glass of yellow juice in front of each of us. “And some fresh pineapple juice.”
“Looks fantastic,” I gush.
We both take heaping forkfuls of our egg scramble, which is stuffed with meat, peppers, cheese, and green onions—all sprinkled with sesame seeds and a big dollop of steamed white rice.
I don’t know if it’s the Hawaiian air or what’s inside the egg scramble, but I eat everything and hold myself back from asking for seconds.
“That was outstanding,” Jackson says as he sits back in his chair and rubs his belly.
Leilani preens, and I know we’ve won her over.
“Mr. Graham?” An older gentleman approaches.
“Yes?”
“So wonderful to have you here. Welcome to the Halona Moana Estate. I am Jason Crier.”
Jackson is not familiar with the staff of the estate, but I am, and I realize this is the majordomo.
I jump in to save him. “Mr. Crier, I’m Corrine Woods. It’s so lovely to put a face with the voice. You and the staff have done an outstanding job making us feel welcome.”
“Yes, positively exceptional.” Jackson smiles and extends his hand to Jason.
“Please forgive your room accommodations. Ms. Prentis had begun a major renovation of the central part of the house, and while your current rooms are a bit small, they have an impeccable view.”
That explains so much. I wish he would have told me before we arrived so I could have set Jackson’s expectations.
“We managed.” He looks at me, sharing the inside joke. “The views were outstanding. Is it possible that after we finish our breakfast, we get to work?”
“Of course, sir.”
Jackson gestures to a chair at the table. “Please sit. How long have you been with the estate?”
“Coming up on ten years. When I started, we were owned by a large pharmaceutical company. Ms. Prentis bought us last year, and then she sold to you. We didn’t know of the sale until just a few days ago.”
“I don’t think it was planned,” Jackson says, but he doesn’t expand.
After we finish our breakfast, Mr. Crier leads us around the palatial property.
When we arrive at the estate’s master bedroom, I’m amazed by its size and location. It has a 360-degree view, and 270 degrees is all ocean.
“Don’t get me wrong, the rooms where you put us are beautiful, but this is what I was expecting,” Jackson says.
“My apologies, Mr. Graham,” he says. “We should be through with the renovations in a few weeks.”
We hear the helicopter approaching before we see it. And Mr. Crier ends the tour just as a helicopter touches down.
The pilot extends his hand. “Mitchell Matthews. Welcome to Hawaii.”
Jackson nods. “Thank you. You ready to show us around?”
“Yes, sir. The Halona Moana is the largest independently owned estate on the island, and the second largest in the state. We’ll take an aerial tour of the grounds, and then I’ll give you a tour of the island. The property runs adjacent to the Haleakala National Park, so we’ll see the island’s famous volcano. You’ll also enjoy the Hana rainforest, the North Shore, and I promise a view of Jurassic Rock. That should take two hours. My understanding is that I’m to drop you at the Kahului Heliport, whe
re your team is picking you up.”
“Yes, that’s the plan,” Jackson confirms.
I didn’t arrange this tour, and I’m honestly a bit surprised he did. But I’m okay with it. I do like a surprise now and again.
We’re set up with safety gear, and we both get into the backseat of the helicopter.
“Have you ever been in a helicopter?” Mitchell asks.
“I haven’t, but I’m super excited,” I say.
“I have a few times,” Jackson says.
We lift off, and we communicate with headphones and microphones as Mitchell points out the property from the air. The estate sits atop a point, with cliffs that lead to a sandy beach. He identifies several curlew nesting sites, and I’m proud to know we’re helping bird species that are close to going extinct. We pass over the adjacent Haleakala volcano and then continue on to see the rest of Maui.
When we set down two hours later, it seems like we just left.
Chapter 14
Jackson
Kahului is the largest town on the island, and the shopping district is lush with greens and flower bushes and full of tourists and locals wandering in and out of the stores and open-air markets. Corrine and I hold hands and walk in and out of several stores. I chuckle when she stops at a tourist stop and picks up macadamia nuts, a carved wood plumeria key chain, and a sticker that says Hawaii.
She looks at me and shrugs. “I’m not sure when I’ll have the chance to come back.”
She’s welcome to come to the house anytime she wants. “I’m hoping we can do this more,” I tell her. “You know, escape from San Francisco and hide here atop the cliffs, enjoying the beautiful breeze of the ocean and making love all night.”
She smiles, but I can see her mind working overtime.
I spot a beautiful floral dress in a small shop window that would look spectacular on Corrine. It takes some work, but she finally agrees to try it on. I explain to the saleswoman while she’s in the dressing room, “If the dress fits, I’d like to buy it. She’ll be reluctant about this, so here’s my credit card and please deliver it to the Halona Moana Estate.”
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