by Livia Ellis
He stood, and his leg nudged between her legs until she was forced to take a small step. He nudged her legs wider until she stood with her feet more than shoulders width apart. The sheer fabric of the curtain flicked against her body as the breeze touched the dampness between her legs.
He unclasped her bra and tossed it to the side. One hand found a ruched nipped, and the other slid down her body to her wet sex. Two fingers spread her lips, exposing her swollen clit to the breeze. A shiver passed over her body as the wind licked her like a lover.
“Don't move,” Eduardo whispered into her ear as he suddenly released her body.
She registered the sounds of him removing his clothing as he moved around the room. When he pressed his body against hers again from behind, she felt the smooth silk of his skin. With her legs spread and the shoes placing her on her toes, she understood what he wanted. His hand pressed her back gently, urging her to bend forward. Henna was immediately grateful she religiously attended her yoga class as she bent forward, tilting her backside to him.
“Very pretty.” He ran his hands over her rounded bottom. “You know what I want. I know what you want. Perfect.”
The tip of his cock slid up and down her slick vulva, playing with her aching clit ever so briefly before easing inside her opening and filling her with one quick thrust. With his hands on her hips, he began rhythmically drawing her to him then pushing her away. When she expected him to go deeper, he suddenly pulled out. He took a deep, calming breath while she was ready to scream in frustration.
He knelt behind her and spread her cheeks. His hand left her hip and began tracing a line from her clitoris to her anus. He lapped at her pussy, licking all along the slit and ringing her anus. It felt strangely erotic, having him touch her there.
He held her ass cheeks with his big, strong hands as his mouth and tongue traced lines around her sex. It drove her wild, even though she found the anal play a little shocking. He leaned forward, pausing to flicker imaginary circles around the puckered rim. He toyed with her clit and sensed the energy gathering in her, close to bursting free. When his finger began circling her slick liquid around the tight pucker, she gasped and her mouth opened into an O. One finger slid inside.
“Relax,” he said standing behind her. “Unless you want me to stop.” The finger continued to tease deeper, stretching and burning, yet in an excruciatingly delicious way.
“No,” she said quickly. “Don't stop.”
“Then relax.” He pulled his finger out and the head of his penis pressed against her anus. It eased forward and slid past the tight ring of muscle. His breath quickened against her temple as he took her inch by inch until his length fit snug inside her. The sensation was different, but not unpleasantly so. In fact, being filled in this way was a new sort of pleasure she couldn’t have quite imagined without experiencing it. His hands wrapped around her hips, and as he began to move, the heat of his thighs seared hers.
Henna sighed deeply from the unusual sensation. She stopped anticipating the orgasm, which she knew would come and lost herself in the ecstasy of the moment. The feel of the breeze against her skin, the sound of the sea, and the smell of the flowers permeating the air enveloped her as Eduardo drove inside her. She felt a different sort of alive than she’d ever felt before. Two tangled fingers slid into her clenching vagina and another stroked her clit. The added sensations were more than she could bear as the first waves of an orgasm gripped her core and rippled through her body.
She cried out, not caring the doors to the terrace were open, and Eduardo didn't try to silence her. He urged her on with his one passion reaching its peak. A deep groan and the hot pulse of cum hitting latex told her that he'd found his pleasure along with her.
“Henna,” he sighed a minute later as he pulled gently out of her. “You are so beautiful when you come.”
She stood up straight stretching her body as he walked into the bathroom. With any other man, she would have scrambled into a robe or the very least her underwear. Eduardo was different. He wasn't like other men. With that thought in mind, she lay on the bed, twisting her arms and legs and adjusting her body so there was no mistake when he walked out of the bathroom she was all woman and ready for him to keep on being a man.
Eduardo emerged from the bathroom, and she finally got a good look at his body in the unforgiving light of day. Lean and muscled, he had a body most men half his age would envy. There was a distinct tan line around his hips and ass that told her he spent a great deal of time outside swimming. He looked at her, stretched like an odalisque, and smiled.
“Do you regret not going to the perfume factory?” he asked as he reached the bed and lay down next to her.
“Not in the least” Her fingers ran down the long muscles of his stomach through the patch of hair between his navel and cock.
“I want to do things to you.” He smoothed his hand down the curve of her body, finally giving her thigh a squeeze.
“I think you already have.” She took his hand and kissed his knuckles.
“You have so much untapped passion,” he said. “I want to steal you and take you home with me so we can spend as long as it takes exploring that fire in you.”
“Yes.” Henna didn't know who she was at that moment, but whoever was living in her skin would have run off with Eduardo without a second’s hesitation. “I mean...”
“You mean, yes,” he said. “Stop trying to hide the woman inside you. You don't have to apologize or explain why you want me. If you want me, you tell me you want me. I'm your slave of passion.” He had the decency to grin after making such an outrageous proclamation.
“I...” She squeaked and laughed. “You really are like no other man I've ever met.”
“Tell me what you want.” He lifted her hand and kissed the inside of her wrist. “Tell me what pleasure you desire. We have the whole day for ourselves.”
Henna closed her eyes, breathed in the tropical air and exhaled, letting her body relax. “This is paradise. What I want is to be here with you.”
Eduardo leaned over her and touched his mouth to hers. An entire day locked away in a hotel room with a beautiful woman who wanted him as much as he wanted her was as close to heaven as he'd come in years. He had no responsibilities that day. His son was going snorkeling with his friends, and although he'd been invited, he knew the group of young men would have a better time without him in tow. His mother, brother, and his sister weren't due to arrive for hours. Some family and friends had begun arriving, but he would see them that evening for cocktails. He was free, and Henna was giving him the unmistakable look of a woman who was ready to go again.
“Roll over,” he told her, moving his body to accommodate hers on the bed. “On your stomach.”
She gave him one of her quizzical stares but shifted slightly onto her stomach.
It was simple intimacy he missed the most about not having a woman in his life. Sex, yes, but also just touching and being close. He carefully straddled her thighs, placed his hands on her back, and began slowly massaging her shoulders and neck, placing kisses in the wake his hands. “Lotion?”
“Bathroom,” she mumbled. “The white bottle. Not the pink tube.”
He chuckled a little as he got up. “Of course.”
A quick study of the pink and the white bottles revealed no clue as to what might make them unique, but it didn't really matter. He grabbed the white bottle and returned to the bedroom. Setting the lotion on the nightstand, he resumed his position on her thighs.
He covered his hands with lotion, warming it between his palms before spreading it across her back. He worked his way across her shoulders, down her arms, around the curves of her waist, across her pert ass and up to the small of her back. With his thumbs, he pressed small circles into the tight muscles that clearly needed attention.
Henna frequently let out small sighs and moans as his hands pummeled, pinched, and pounded their way up and down her back and arms. He moved off her and to the side as his hands move
d lower to cover her ass. He lubed up his hands again, then stroked long lines down her thighs to her calves and feet. On his way back up again, he nudged her thighs open, and she helped by spreading them just a touch more as she adjusted her position.
“Where did you learn to do this?” she mumbled. His thumbs pressed into the back of her thighs drawing a line through the moisturizer.
“Can I mention my wife without your getting angry?” He moved down to her feet and began massaging the most used and abused and neglected part of her body.
“Of course, you can,” she sighed into the pillow. “I take it as a positive you had a happy marriage. Clearly your wife was a lucky woman in many, many, many ways.” When he dug his thumb into her arch, she moaned into the pillow. “Do not stop.”
He couldn't help but laugh as he pulled and wiggled each of her toes. His marriage had been happy, and both he and Pilar had considered themselves blessed to be with the other. “Pilar was always making me go on these theme vacations,” he said, smiling. “A week at a spa in Switzerland, learning how to give massages. I'm a bit rusty, but it's all coming back to me now.”
“Money well spent.” She groaned as he switched feet. “Any chance she sent you to Thailand for cooking lessons?”
“India. My tikka masala is impressive even if I do say so myself. I can also make jambalaya, tapas, gnocchi and sushi.” It felt incredibly good to be able to talk about Pilar without Henna getting annoyed or angry. The one woman he'd been intimate with, as opposed to just sexual, since his wife's death didn't take his mentioning her with any grace or understanding even though they had been friends since they were girls. Henna was clearly not bothered by the fact he'd lived a rich and full life before meeting her.
“It's like you're talking dirty to me,” she said. “A man who can give a massage and cook? Welcome to the family.”
“Henna.” He laughed. “You make me laugh. You make me smile. There is really nowhere else I want to be right now than here with you.”
As he massaged her thighs, he let his hands and fingers slip over her more intimate areas. There was no mistaking that she was slick and ready for more than just his hands. She spread her thighs a touch more, opening herself up to him. He slid two fingers between her wet folds as he leaned over and kissed her neck.
“Roll over,” he whispered in her ear. No need to rush.
“Do I have to?” she asked.
He gave her a nudge, and she moved on to her back. He leaned over her as he propped his head up on his hand. She stretched like a kitten with her arms over her head, keeping her eyes closed. “Is there a nap on the schedule?”
“Yes.” He leaned over her and kissed her cheek. “There's also room service, a bath, and if we're lucky, a movie worth watching.” He found her hipbone and cupped his hand over it.
She opened one eye and stared at him. One of her hands reached for him, and her fingers combed his hair. “Are you sure you're not the high-priced hooker that's giving me the ultimate boyfriend experience?”
He laughed as he kissed her quick. “I'm just a humble farmer. I spend my days walking through my plantation, managing my workers, and negotiating with buyers.” He moved his hand from her hip to cup a full, round breast. His fingertips plucked at a deep pink nipple until it stood up like a small stone.
“Since when do humble farmers wear Italian linen suits?” Her fingers released his hair and brushed over his cheek and jaw before returning behind her head. The position made her breasts jut out and beg to be touched.
“Normally, I wear jeans and boots.” He lowered his mouth to cover first one of her nipples then the other. When they were damp with his saliva, he gently blew on them, watching the peaks harden even more.
“Really?” She opened both eyes and looked at him. “That's pretty sexy.”
“You probably wouldn't think so after I spend a day on my horse, making my rounds of the plantation” He brushed the palm of his hand over her nipples with feathery strokes.
“Who knows?” She shrugged a shoulder slightly. “I might like you all rough and dirty.”
A fantasy of having her waiting for him in his bedroom when he returned from a day of surveying his small kingdom played in his head. He saw her in his mind, wearing something filmy and transparent. The sun set over the hills beyond his balcony. He would need a bath, but she wouldn't care. In fact, she'd like that he was less than pristine.
“What are you thinking?” Henna asked.
He looked at her and smiled. “I'm thinking about what I want to do to you.”
“Which is?”
He slid on top of her, pressing his lower body between her legs. He pressed his mouth next to her ear and whispered, “I want to ravage you.” He told her about the setting sun over his balcony, the smudges his dirty hands would leave on her body, and how he would carry her to his bed and spend the night making love to her.
As he whispered, he rubbed his stiffening cock against her slippery pussy. When he was certain she was ready for him, he donned on a condom and eased slowly in to her. He rested his weight on his forearms as he looked into her eyes. Henna looked into his, reaching her lips to his and kissing him. Her arms draped over his shoulders as he took his time bringing them to a peak.
Henna wrapped her legs around his waist as she drew closer to her climax. He didn't change his pace to hurry her along. Instead, he persisted in maintaining the slow, steady glide in and out that would build her orgasm until the inevitable explosion occurred.
When her eyelids fluttered and soft cries came through her lips, he pressed deeper as she ground her pelvis against him. She finished with a sigh, and he twitched his hips and rolled his pelvis until his own climax became a certainty. His groin tightened and an orgasm like a wave welling up inside washed over him. As he ejaculated, his cock throbbed and his body shook.
With a sigh from his toes, he pressed his forehead against Henna's. When his breathing caught up, he bent his mouth to hers and kissed her. “Nice?”
“Very,” she hummed. “Slow is nice.” She lifted her mouth to him and kissed his lips.
With a small lift of his hips, he pulled out of her, rolled to the side and off the bed. In the bathroom, he discarded the condom and shrugged into one of the bulky terry robes the hotel left for guests. After washing his face and neck, he returned to the bed where Henna waited.
“That's nice,” she said, touching the lapel of his robe.
He gave her a quick kiss then fetched the matching robe for her. She slid it over her shoulders and wrapped it around her body. He lay down next to her on his side, pulling her body along the curve of his. “Nap?”
“Nap.” She yawned.
Minutes later, a deep sleep reached up and grabbed him, pulling him down into the sweetest rest he'd had in far too long.
Chapter Nine
After seven hours of lounging like a cat and exploring her passion, napping, lunching and watching the original Clash of the Titans, Henna unwillingly pulled herself from Eduardo's arms and stepped into the shower. She was in Bermuda for her sister's impromptu wedding. Not to spend her days in bed with Eduardo, taking the occasional sustenance and sleep breaks. That meant showing up for the cocktail reception starting in an hour.
As much as she wanted to lock the world on the other side of the door, she couldn't. That she'd spent the afternoon and the previous night wrapped in a cloud of euphoria with the father of the groom was between them. No one needed to know about their very private world.
Eduardo stepped into the shower behind her and began running his hands over her back. “How do you feel?”
“Honestly, a bit sore,” she said as the water fell on them like rain. “I don't think I've ever had an afternoon like this one.”
“That is a crime.” His fingers continued to work the muscles of her back. “Do you want me to come to your room tonight?”
“Yes.” Pretense had been abandoned hours earlier, and the only thing that left was honesty. “I would like that very much. Bu
t we do need to be discreet.”
“Of course,” he said. “You are not the only one surrounded by family. Although my wife has been gone for some time now, I try to be as respectful as I can to her family. They would not look fondly on my becoming intimate so quickly with another woman.”
“And what do you think?”
“About?”
“That we became intimate so quickly.”
“We were meant to be lovers,” he said. “It was destiny. Did you not feel drawn to me as I was drawn to you?”
“I did. But I just thought that was, umm…” She tried to think of a way Eduardo would say just being horny. “Passion,” she said with a nod.
“It was passion.” He turned off the water and reached for a towel. “It was also destiny.” He slipped a towel around her back and pulled her against him. His wet skin slid against hers as he wrapped them together. She lifted her mouth to his, and her arms encircled his neck as she rose to her tippy-toes.
Firm, moist lips grew demanding, and his tongue teased her mouth open. Eduardo moaned, and she responded with a deep, throaty groan. Suddenly, he broke the kiss, his breath still caressing her lips. His embrace loosened, and once more, her bare feet touched the cold floor.
“We have little time,” he said. “But much desire. It has been a long time since I have had a lover as beautiful, willing, and energetic as you.”
She looked down at his erection. His long, thick cock jutted from a tangled nest of coarse dark pubic hair. Her fingers wrapped around it. His engorged shaft felt like velvet over steel in the palm of her hand. Slippery, wet pre-cum passed slowly from the tip and covered her fingertips as she stroked him. “I don't care if we're late. Do you?”
“No.” He threaded his hand behind her neck and pulled her mouth to his. “Don't let me stop you.”
Henna dropped to her knees and slid his cock into her mouth. He tasted good, and she wanted to give back the delicious sensations he had given her. Her fingers cupped his heavy scrotum as her lips and tongue sucked and licked. She slathered her tongue along the vein that protruded down the length of his shaft, and his fingers wound through her damp hair. As her mouth continued to work him, his cock grew in her mouth until she could barely hold it.
