by Tamsin Baker
“Enough.” He pushed Amy’s hair from her face as she sat up. “A few seconds and I’d…” He flipped her on the bed, covered her with his cool-skinned, hard body. “Thank you. My mouth will return the favour later.”
His fingers kneaded her breasts. “Now I need to sink deep inside you.” He unhooked the buttons down the front of her sundress and parted the material. “Beautiful.” He traced the colourful tattoo covering her left reconstructed breast. “Stunning.” He lowered his head and took her nipple into his mouth, circling his tongue around the bud.
Amy ran fingers through his hair. His teeth grazed her flesh and sent sparks flying. “Eti.”
He froze and lifted his head. “What did you say?”
“I’m sorry, it just came out.” She frowned. “I won’t do it again.”
Etienne rested his cheek on her breast. “Say it again.”
“Eti.” She trembled as Etienne tongued her tattoo.
“It’s been a long time.” He lifted his head. “You can call me that when we’re alone.” He lowered his hand under her panties, playing his fingers on her. “You’re so wet.”
“Oh, yes.” Amy lifted her hips to his fingers. “Don’t stop.”
“Never.” Etienne tugged off her panties and pumped his fingers into her. “You’re so tight.” He reached inside the bedside table-top drawer for the small box.
“Let me.” Amy rolled the condom on Etienne’s cock. “Fill me.”
“As you wish.” Etienne pistoned his hips, entering her body in one full, deep thrust.
“Yes.” Amy grasped his hips. “Harder, faster.”
Etienne groaned, lifted her hips off the bed and slammed his cock deeper.
Amy couldn’t breathe, her vision clouding as heat flowed through every cell. Her entire focus centred on Etienne’s cock thrusting deep inside, stroking her inner walls, creating exquisite building pleasure. She cupped his face and kissed him in a tangle of wet lips, twisting tongues, nipping teeth. Her breaths came out as loud gasps, yet he was silent. He’s not breathing.
The thought evaporated as Etienne angled his thrusts. She opened her legs wider, his hard cock driving deeper and hitting a spot that sparked the flash point. She screamed, the orgasm arching her body off the mattress.
Etienne thrust one final time and moaned, his dark face thrown back, his mouth open with clenched teeth. He slumped on her and rested his face against her neck. He continued to slowly move inside her, stroking her still-spasming flesh.
Amy gulped deep lungfuls of air. “Eti.” She flexed her hips, grabbed his arse with both hands and ground his semi-hard cock into her wet pussy.
He groaned. “I need a moment.”
She blew out a breath. “You’ve got to do that again. Please.”
Etienne raised his head and nipped at her lips. “I’m here to please.” He disposed the condom in a bedside bin and cuddled her, lowering his head to kiss her brow. “Thank you.”
Amy splayed her hands on his chest and played with his nipples. “I love touching you.”
“And I, you. Your skin is so soft.” He licked her shoulder and neck.
That mouth. Amy shivered. “Your skin is cool.” She flexed her fingers into his muscles. “Why can’t I feel your heart?”
“A family trait. Low heart beat and thick chest muscle walls.” He chuckled. “Don’t worry, I’m not a weakling.”
“There’s no doubt about that after the last few minutes.”
Etienne touched her mouth. “You were on my mind all day. What I wanted to do to you.”
“Why didn’t you come earlier?”
He glanced through a window to the dark, star-filled sky. “I couldn’t.” He paused. “I’m here now. And I’m not leaving unless you tell me to go.”
“Never.”
Etienne brushed her hair away from her face. “You stun me with your beauty.”
Amy closed her eyes. “You probably say that to all the resort guests.”
He cupped her face and was silent until she opened her eyes. “No.”
“I don’t mind. You’re here with me now.”
“Amy.” He paused, his face solemn. “I’m not like the others.” He leant into her. “I haven’t had sex with anyone in a long time.”
“Really?” At his nod, she hesitated. “Same here. Over five years.” She tensed, waiting for his response.
“I beat you by a few years. Quite a few.”
Amy frowned. “No. A gorgeous man like you?”
He waved a hand to his body. “This is a façade. It doesn’t show the real me.” He studied her. “Can I ask why you didn’t have someone in your bed?”
“My last boyfriend wasn’t the best—both in and out of the bedroom. He left when I got sick.”
Etienne stiffened. “What?”
“Yeah, he said he didn’t want the burden.” Amy inhaled deeply, her mouth compressing into a thin line. “I was diagnosed with breast cancer five years ago. Went through a lot—surgery, chemotherapy and radiation, then reconstruction of my left breast. Now, I’m on long-term drugs.” She raised a hand and crossed two fingers. “Four years in remission and counting.”
“I’m sorry you went through that.” Etienne cupped her breast and traced the tattoo of a phoenix surrounded by flames. “And this?”
“A reward.” His fingers danced across her skin and her breath quickened. She blinked a few times. What was I saying? “It’s a reminder—I fought and survived. I was reborn from the ashes, like a phoenix, and that I can conquer whatever the future brings.”
Etienne brushed his lips to hers in a gentle kiss. “Beautiful and courageous.”
“Thanks.” She paused. “And courageous, not always. It’s hard sometimes, being constantly reminded of the past—life’s fragility, how people react when they know you’ve been ill. That you’re different, altered. Scarred.”
Etienne took her hand to his chest, tracing her fingers over the large circular scar on his left pectoral. “You’ve seen my scar. Am I different to you, imperfect?”
Amy shook her head. “No. Can I ask what happened?”
“A battle, a long time ago.”
Battle? What a strange thing to say. “But—”
Etienne shook his head. “Why can’t you think the same of yourself?” He kissed the scar beneath the tattoo.
“Things happened that brought the negative thoughts back.”
“You fought and won.” He hugged her close. “Wear your scar with pride. Don’t let anyone take away what you’ve achieved.”
Amy’s vision blurred. She blinked the tears away. “Thank you.”
“They—he—are all fools. And best out of your life.”
She nodded. “He is.”
“Good.” Etienne trailed his hand downwards, his talented fingers finding their target. “Enough talking.” He rolled on a condom, pushed her legs apart and thrust into her. “I have promises to fulfil.”
CHAPTER FIVE
Amy sat in the lounge chair on her deck, the waves crashing on the deserted beach before her. She slouched into the comfortable pillows, resting her elbows on the chair arms and toasted the tropics with a non-alcoholic mocktail. She only needed Etienne to make this night perfect.
I can’t wait. Her mouth curved up and her body tingled. Last night was wonderful. What he did with his body was amazing. She sighed. His kind words and gestures were a comfort to her soul. Amy’s heart thudded against her ribcage. I could get used to being with him every night. She sipped her drink. Only a few more nights before I leave—forever.
Amy pressed a hand to her aching chest. I’ll never see Etienne again. She took deep breaths. Appreciate the time left. The deserted beach deepened the ache. I will, when he gets here.
She sipped the mocktail. I wonder how Olivia’s doing? She hadn’t seen her friend since earlier that morning. She’d gone to Olivia’s bungalow to get her for breakfast—she’d only answered her door after frantic knocks and yelling—and shocked Amy with her appearance. Pale s
kin, grey bags under her eyes. Jittery fingers and swaying on her feet. What had happened last night? Olivia wouldn’t let her into her bungalow or call the doctor, saying she needed sleep.
Amy had reluctantly left her alone and hoped she’d come to dinner refreshed. When she’d gone to the bungalow again, Olivia said she’d ordered room service and would catch up later. What’s wrong with her?
“Hey.”
A sigh of relief escaped her lips. “Hi. How are you feeling?”
Olivia walked onto the deck and dropped into a chair, her tanned complexion restored yet her eyes still vague. “A bit tired.” She rubbed her creased brow. “Weren’t we supposed to go snorkelling today?”
Amy sat upright. “Yes, we were.” She placed her drink on a side table. “After you said you wanted to rest, I went alone.”
“Did I?” Her friend shook her head. “I must have needed it because I can’t remember.”
Amy held Olivia’s hand. “Olivia, do you need to see a doctor?”
“No, I’m fine. Probably having too much fun.”
“I need to ask this. Have you been drinking too much?” Amy stopped. “Or taking something you’ve not had before?” At Olivia’s head shake, she took a deep breath. “Olivia, are you doing drugs? Did Thierry give you something?”
“No.” Olivia tugged her hand away. “He’s not like that.” Her hands shook. “He treats me well.” She groaned. “And damn, he’s a good lover.”
“I’m happy for you, but still worried.”
Olivia jumped up and paced the deck. “When I’m with him, the world seems to fade away. I don’t know where I am, only what he’s doing to me, how he makes me feel.” She fisted a hand to her chest. “I can’t stop thinking about him.” Her eyes widened. “Am I going crazy?”
Amy’s heart sank. She jumped up to hug her friend. “How can I help you? Do we need to see the resort management? Do you want to leave?”
“No.” Olivia pushed her away. “I don’t want to leave Thierry.” She took deep breaths. “I don’t want to think about going home in a few days.”
Olivia dropped back into the chair. She rubbed her hands over her arms, as if chilled despite the balmy night air. “I’m staying.”
A dark bruise covered Olivia’s right wrist, matching the one under her ear. What—there’s another one on her other wrist. Amy pointed to the marks. “Olivia, what’s that?”
“I don’t know.” She lifted a wrist closer. “No idea.” She blinked several times. “Maybe it’s another love bite from Thierry.” She shivered in her seat. “He’s an amazing lover. What he does…” Her face clouded over.
“What?”
“I’m imagining it.” Olivia rubbed her brow. “I love being with Thierry, but something wasn’t right last night.” She paused. “I think we were being watched.” Her voice was a shaky, soft whisper.
“What?”
“I remember cold, hungry eyes—not Thierry—and it felt like there were more hands on me than his.” Her hands shook. “Ignore me. Maybe it’s my subconscious sexual fantasy, being serviced by many men.” She laughed, the sound flat. “I’ve never orgasmed that many times in one night.”
“Olivia, don’t see Thierry tonight. Or any other night.”
“Why?”
“Something’s going on and I’m worried about you.”
Olivia jumped to her feet, her hands fisted to her side. “Worried or jealous?”
“Don’t say that.”
Her friend marched to the end of the deck. “Just because you’re too afraid to get some, doesn’t mean I have to restrict myself.”
Amy slumped in her chair, dismay churning the mocktail in her stomach. Olivia stood like a cold statue, her eyes fevered and lids constantly blinking. What’s happening to you? Olivia had been her support, her rock over the years and their sexual partners—or lack of in her case—had never before come between their friendship. “I’m worried about you because I love you.” She paused. “I’m glad you’re having fun with Thierry—that’s why we came here. It doesn’t mean you can’t be careful.”
Olivia’s face fell. “I know.”
“As I am with Etienne. He makes me…”
Olivia’s face crumbled. “Oh, Amy. I’m sorry.” She covered her eyes with her hands. “I don’t know what’s come over me. All I can think of is Thierry and how much I want him.” She raced over and hugged Amy. “I’m a bit scared at how I’m reacting and your concern set me off.” She clasped her hand. “I’ll be careful.”
“Good.” I’m still worried about you.
Olivia sat back in the chair, her limbs shaky. “You like Etienne?”
“Yes.” Amy sighed. “He does things to me that…” She shook her head.
“Sounds like we’re both hooked on our men.” Olivia stood. “I’m happy for you.” Her face flushed red and her body visibly shivered. “I need to find Thierry.”
“Be happy and safe.”
Olivia nodded and disappeared down a path.
Amy picked up her drink with a shaky hand and sipped the fruity liquid. We came here for fun, to create memories to last a lifetime. I hope it’s not a decision Olivia regrets. She placed the glass on the table and rested her head against the chair back. I won’t regret coming here, even knowing it will be hard to leave. The tropical surroundings called to her, felt like home after only a few days. I’m relaxed, recharged, stronger. And a large part of that was due to Etienne.
She closed her eyes and lifted her face to catch the warm breeze flitting past. Only a few days to go and I’m going to have fun. Still a stranger, but Etienne’s appreciation and worship of her body and positive affirmation made a huge difference. Things will work out for the best. Time to make some memories.
“Hello, Sleeping Beauty.”
Amy opened her eyes to Etienne walking up the deck. “Hello, Eti.”
A rakish grin lit up his face. He stopped before her, bent down and cupped his hands around her head. Pressed his lips to hers, tasting, nipping. Longer, deeper.
“How was your day?”
“Good.” Her swollen, wet mouth lifted up as bliss bubbled up inside her. “It’s better, now.”
“I’m glad.” He placed his hands on her legs, spread them and dropped to his knees. He fit his hard body against hers, brushed his fingers through her hair, and took her mouth again. His tongue played with hers, he ground his hard cock against her pussy.
Etienne lifted his mouth from her, licking her upper lip. “I’m hungry.”
Amy blinked. “What?” A huff of breath escaped her mouth. How can he kiss like that one second and think about food the next? She blinked to clear her hazy vision. “Okay, let’s head to the dining area.”
Etienne’s grin widened. “That’s not what I need.” His hands clasped her knees, then trailed upwards. His fingers tickled her skin and pushed her sundress up to bunch around her waist.
“What are you doing?”
“Wait.” His fingers tugged her panties until she raised her backside from the chair. He pulled them off and threw them aside.
“No, don’t—” She gasped as Etienne lifted a leg, kissed the calf and placed it over the deck chair arm. He did the same with her other leg. “Eti, I’m naked.” She twisted in the chair, the warm night air playing on her pussy.
“Yes, you’re the feast for my hunger.” He lowered his head and kissed his way up her leg, splaying a hand on her stomach as she squirmed. He played his fingers over her wet sex. “I’ve found what I need.” Etienne bowed his head and devoured her.
Amy ran fingers through his hair. Heat flashed through her, centred on her pussy, where his tongue and mouth played, licked, consumed.
His eyes closed as he groaned against her skin. “Yes.”
The vibration trembled up to her breasts. Her loud moan filled the air. “People will see us.” She sucked in a breath. “H..hear me.”
“Let them. You’re a magnificent sight.” He sucked on her swollen nub. “They will envy me.” He played
with her nether lips, dipped his fingers into her wet pussy. “Beautiful.” He licked her up and down. “All mine.” He flicked the swollen hood. “Look at me.” When she did, he sucked on her again and again. “Let me hear your scream.” He pressed hard.
Amy opened her legs wider, offering up her pussy to his talented mouth and tongue. She jerked from the sharp pinch on her outer lip. “What was that?”
Etienne lifted his face. “A nip.” He lowered his head, white teeth gleaming in the moonlight and bit her again, his hot gaze setting her aflame.
Amy jerked in the chair, screaming as an orgasm washed over her. He squeezed her legs as she convulsed, lapping as her body wept.
Etienne rocked back on his legs. “Exquisite.” He licked his lips. “I’d heard others talk about this.” He traced fingers over her flesh. “They were right. Once is never enough.”
He leant forward. “Thank you for sharing your body with me.” He kissed her, his lips soft against hers. He rubbed his hands up and down her legs still over the deck chair arms, fingers getting closer to her pussy that was wet and wanting to be filled.
Amy fidgeted in her seat, prickles of heat sparking from below and flickering up. “Eti, I want…”
“I know what you want.” He thrust fingers into her, pumping in and out. Amy’s body bowed against his hand.
With his other hand, Etienne unzipped his jeans and dropped them to his knees. He fumbled in a pocket to get a condom, ripped it open with his teeth and covered himself. He removed his fingers and thrust his cock into her. “I want it too.”
“Yes.” Amy rubbed her hands all over him. Waves of tingling heat coursed through her. “Don’t stop.”
“I’ll always remember this.” He thrust faster, deeper. He rubbed up and down her legs, pushed her dress down from her breasts and sucked on her nipples. He traced her tattoo with his lips and grazed it with his teeth, all while he pumped harder into her. He lifted her ankles higher, opening her more for his thrusts. “Come for me.”
Fireworks ignited inside Amy. She screamed through her orgasm. Etienne thrust a final time and moaned through his climax, then collapsed onto her.
Amy sucked in deep breaths, rubbing a shaking hand over his slick hair and strong muscular back. “Wow.”
