Breaking away from her, leaving her completely unsatisfied, he made a compromise. “Topless then, I’ll let you keep some of your modesty.”
She had to agree, and not because she felt compelled by their agreement. In truth she simply wanted him to be able to touch her like that at every opportunity. Many women went topless, it was not as shocking as being completely nude, and she might find it freeing after all.
“Why don’t I put this on you before we go to the beach?” he asked, holding the bottle of lotion up.
“Sure,” she said.
“Lie on the bed.” His voice had taken on a tone of command.
She did as she was told, a shiver of anticipation going through her body. Her breathing quickened, her whole being waiting for the first touch of his hands on her skin.
He opened the bottle, and she almost jumped at the sound of the lid popping. A moment passed while he squeezed it onto his hands, and then she felt the bed dip under his weight. The feel of him so close made her want to turn around and look at him, to touch him back.
Then his hands were on her shoulders, the lotion cool against her skin. Slowly it warmed while his hands rubbed it in; he took his time making sure every inch of her would be protected from the sun's rays.
He worked lower and lower, and she inched her legs open in anticipation. Douglas teased her, moving lower before sliding them back up, working in long sweeping arcs over her flesh. Back down towards the centre of her need, repeating the torment until her sex became wet and throbbing.
To her annoyance he avoided her sex, working along her inner thighs, so close to her clit, before doing the back of her legs.
“Turn over,” he ordered.
She did, and now had the intense pleasure of watching him in action, his muscles flexing while his face studied her body intently. He paid special attention to her breasts, circling her nipples in exquisite torture. Then his thumb and finger captured one of the sensitive buds, and rolled the lotion over it. She writhed under his touch, drawing her thighs together to put some much needed pressure on her clit.
“Lower your legs,” he said.
Confused, she did as he told her, hoping he was going to satisfy her himself. Instead he moved away from her breasts and covered the rest of her body with lotion, leaving her almost panting with desire.
Once satisfied he got up and disappeared into the bathroom, leaving her on the bed with the order of, “Don’t move.”
She heard him running the water, and washing his hands. Then he came back out and went to his bags, searching for something. Straightening, he came back to the bed.
“Spread your thighs nice and wide for me, Anna.”
She did as he asked, thinking he was going to make love to her now, that this had been the build up to sex. He must have gone to get a condom, and soon he would slip out of his clothes and remove her panties before sliding his thick cock into her.
She grew wetter, knowing her panties would be wet when he took them off her. However, she no longer cared, all she wanted was to release her pent up tension, to let go.
Douglas moved to the edge of the bed, and leaned forward, his finger hooking her panties and pulling them to one side. She felt his fingers slide in side her, and closed her eyes, enjoying the feel of them massaging her inner walls.
“I am glad you are so nice and wet,” he said.
Something cool was pressed against her outer lips, and then his fingers pulled out of her and something slipped inside. Her eyes flew open, and saw he had a gadget in his hand. Before she opened her mouth to ask him what was going on he pressed a button.
Instantly she knew what it was. A low vibration filled her sex, and she gripped the covers on the bed to try to keep hold of her senses. He was bringing her to orgasm, but not with any part of his body, which disappointed her. A feeling that only lasted for a few seconds. This was different, but very stimulating.
Her hips rose off the bed, and she rolled her head from side to side as she climbed to crest of the wave of promised pleasure.
Then it stopped, she looked at him, and his eyes lit up. He had a new toy, and he planned to enjoy it, just as much, if not more than Anna.
“Shall we go to the beach?” he asked, offering her his hand.
“You’re joking, right?” she said, sitting up on the bed, all sense of arousal gone.
“No.”
“I cannot go anywhere with this thing inside me.”
“Why not?”
“Because it’s...it’s...”
“Yes?”
“Wrong.”
“Why?”
Now Anna was beginning to lose her temper. “It’s fun for the bedroom. But outside. No.”
“My dearest Anna,” he said kneeling next to her on the bed, and kissing her neck and shoulders while his hand strayed to her breasts. “It is going to be wonderful. Trust me.”
The thing inside her began to vibrate, his lips and fingers teasing her outer flesh while deep inside her an intense pleasure filled her. She turned and put her arms around him, her lips moving to his, they kissed with passion, her arousal washing away her anger. If only they could stay here, she would let him do what he pleased.
“Fuck me,” she asked.
“No,” he said drawing away. “We are going to the beach.”
Her face grew petulant, she was about to refuse again, when he simply said, “Please.”
She flopped down on to the bed, her hands covering her face. He must have thought she was not going to play his game, his sigh filled the room. The fighter in Anna took over, she would be his match, he might control that thing in his hand, but she could use her own power to make him frustrated too.
Swinging her legs off the bed, she stood up, moving very close to him. Her hand grasped the bulge in his pants, and his breath hissed through his teeth as she stroked him firmly. He smiled, and leaned his weight forward, enjoying her touch.
His cock was so hard, it throbbed in her hand. Douglas moved his hips, thrusting into her hand, and when she felt him on the edge, she released him. “Come on, the beach is calling me.”
She walked from the room without a backwards glance, but when she reached the door leading outside she hesitated. Could she really do this, go outside in nothing but her panties, she did not even have a proper bikini. Suddenly he was behind her, his arm round her waist and his hard length pressed into her back.
“You are such a temptation Anna.” The thing inside her began to vibrate, and his hand slid around her and down between her thighs, his finger rubbing her clit. She leaned back against him and rolled her hips so her bottom rubbed against his cock.
“This is your game, Douglas. If you don’t like the rules you could always change them.” She wanted nothing more than to go back into the bedroom so he could make love to her all day.
“I think we both know that is not going to happen, no matter how hard it is,” he replied.
She reached behind and slid her hand between them, finding him erect still. “Very hard,” she murmured, her own climax very close now. A few seconds longer and his fingers and the love egg would take her over the edge. But it was not to be.
He released her, and the vibration stopped, leaving her leaning against the door frame. Her body sagged forward, her sex still throbbing; gripping the now still toy nestled inside her. She slid her hand down between her thighs, wanting to finish her elusive orgasm, the frustration getting to her at last.
“Oh, no,” he said, grabbing her hand and pulling her outside. “Some things are worth waiting for, and this is one of them. You are at my mercy today.”
Anna followed him, her frustration pushing her sense of embarrassment out of her mind. By the time they reached the small private cove down below the villa, she was no longer worried about who was watching.
The fact that she was being led there by the most handsome man she had ever seen probably helped, she felt like his woman. The control he had over her, or inside her, exciting. He wanted her, and he wanted to
make her feel something she had never felt before. It was the closest she would probably feel to being loved by him. This was a life lesson for her, and she decided to embrace it.
He placed the bag he had brought with him down on the sand, not too far away from the sea. Inside he had put some mats and towels for them to lie on. She helped him place them down, and then he got out some food and drinks.
They settled down, and although she expected him to play with his toy often, much to her regret he didn’t, content to sit and chat with her instead. They might have been any other ordinary couple, content in each others company. Anna’s mind drifted off, and she imagined what it would be to have this man, or any man, permanently in her life.
She liked the idea. The act of sharing things with another, of not always being in control. When she rolled over and kissed his now bare chest she caught him off guard. His expression was hard to read, but he placed his hand on her neck, stroking it. Anna lay with her head on his chest. For once in her life content to be still, her eyes closed and she dozed off, glad he had spent so much effort covering her in lotion.
Chapter Eight
Douglas dipped his head between her thighs, his finger pushing inside her sex, his tongue teasing her clit. Her sex throbbed, a deep ache needing to be satisfied, and this man was up to the challenge.
She moaned as his tongue lapped at her sensitive bud, his fingers pressing deeper. Her hands went to his hair, entwining with the thick strands as she encouraged him, “Deeper, deeper, oh yes, right there.”
So close now, her orgasm building, her whole body tensed, ready for release.
It stopped, her body sensing a loss, she needed to come, what was Douglas doing? She looked for him but he had gone.
“I wish I could see what you are dreaming about,” Douglas’s voice broke through, waking her from her beautiful dream.
Her eyes flew open, nearly blinding herself in the bright sun. She shielded her eyes and looked for him, and there he was grinning at her, the little gadget in his hand.
“You...” Anna struggled to find the words to describe him.
“Now,” he interrupted her, “No swearing. It was for your own good, I didn’t want you to burn.”
She felt the heat in her skin, and knew he was right. “And you couldn’t have simply woken me up.”
“Where would be the fun in that?”
“It’s called manners.”
“That was my bedside manners,” he laughed at his own joke. “Drink?”
He asked, and poured her some nice cool water. She took it from him gratefully.
“I think we should go and swim, and then find some shade. I would hate for these to get swore,” he said, drawing his fingers across her breasts, causing her nipples to harden.
“The sea does look inviting,” she said, refusing to be aroused by his touch any more than she already was.
“Let’s go then.”
He stood up, and stripped down to his swim shorts. His body fit, toned and tanned, she could look at him all day, whereas she had probably started to resemble a lobster.
“Like what you see?” he asked, turning and flexing his muscles.
“You do think a lot of yourself.”
“I also think a lot of you,” he said, totally disarming her. “In fact I think we might have to go back to the villa after our swim. I have had a very uncomfortable morning.”
She could see the bulge in his shorts; he must be as frustrated as she was. Well, it was his own fault, this was his game. Anna decided that perhaps she should make things a little more uncomfortable for him.
They went down to the sea, the water warm and clear. Walking out until they were waist deep, they stood and looked back towards the villa, Anna had not realised how beautiful the setting was until now.
“You’re very lucky to have friends like Trent, this place is fantastic.”
“I know, he hardly uses it. Bought it when he was engaged,” Douglas said. “Next time we get a break I’ll take you my little bolt hole.”
She turned to him, “Next time?”
“Yes.” He looked at the surprise on her face. “Unless you don’t want to.”
“No...I don’t know what to expect from you, Douglas.” She decided to be honest. “I’m not sure if this is all a game to you, entertainment. What happens when we get back? Working together and everything.”
“I’ll sort it out.” He came towards her, droplets of sea water glistening on his body. “Don’t worry.”
“Oh, Douglas, I want this to be real, but I’m scared I’m throwing everything away on a holiday romance.”
“Don’t be.”
She could not resist him; her tongue flicked out and licked a droplet off his chest, her finger rubbing across his nipple. He pulled her towards him, and she wished he had not left the remote on the beach, because she longed to feel the vibrations inside her.
They stood with the water lapping around them, kissing and caressing each other. This was not as intense as their previous encounters, yet it was deeper. Filled with a longing, they both shared, to make this work.
“Shall we go back to the villa?” he asked, the meaning obvious.
“Yes, please,” she answered.
They went out of the sea, and quickly gathered everything up off the beach. Practically running, they headed up to the villa. Douglas led her to the shower; he stripped off, his arousal obvious. He pulled her panties down, kissing her thighs, and then lifting his head and flicking his tongue over her clit. He pressed the button, and the low vibration filled her.
Feeling like a bitch on heat she spread her feet apart, and he kissed her and licked her, while her sex quivered inside. Surely this time he was going to let her come, because she could not hold it together for much longer.
Instead he wrapped his finger around the string attached to it and pulled it out of her slowly. A feeling of emptiness came over her, soon forgotten when he pressed the thing against her clit, the vibrations giving her a new kind of pleasure.
“Oh, god,” she said, leaning against the wall for support.
His fingers went inside her, and he moved the egg around, sending vibrations across her skin. Deeper he pushed, her wet juices running down his fingers. This was it, she was about to have an earth shattering orgasm. Her voice rose, high pitched cries as she reached for her climax, her hips moving up and down as she frantically edged closer.
Again he stopped.
“Please,” she begged him.
“No, Anna. Let’s shower and go inside. When you come this time I want to be inside you, to share it with you.”
“Douglas, I can’t wait.” Tears welled in her eyes, her hips moved as though he was still fingering her.
He switched the water on. “We’ll wash quickly.”
She turned away from him, feeling anguish mixed with disappointment. His hands washing her body did nothing to calm her. Her whole body was over sensitive, the whole morning spent being brought to the edge and then let down was taking its toll.
Worse, Douglas seemed to be unaware of how she felt, it was only the satisfaction of his constant erection that told her he must feel as frustrated as she did. No wonder he kept his word, and they washed very quickly.
Wrapping a towel around her he grabbed one for himself and quickly towel dried himself. Anna simply kept hers around her, holding it tightly in her hands as she walked to the villa. She so wanted to make him wait, to make out she had no wish to make love to him now, but his first touch lighted her desire instantly.
To deny him and make him wait would be to deny herself the relief she needed. He tried to tug the towel from her hands, but she held it firm. So he put his hand under it and stroked her mound, his fingers lingering on her clit.
“Now, I’m going to make you come. I promise it will be worth the wait. All that frustration you’ve built up will finally be released.”
“How do I know you aren’t going to stop again?”
“I give you my word.”
“And I am expected to believe you?”
“I will never lie to you, Anna.”
“Oh really. Like the day we first met? You lied to me then.”
“And you are never going to let me forget it,” he said, slipping his fingers inside her.
“Douglas, you can’t control me like this. I’m not going to do exactly as you want because I lov...”
He stopped, moving, and she pulled away. Where the hell had that come from?
“Hey, it’s OK,” he said gently.
“No it’s not.”
“Why? Because you love me?”
“I did not say that.”
“You were going to.”
“I didn’t mean it,” she insisted.
“Well I do. I love you Anna. There. At least one of us can be honest.”
Anna stood looking at him, not able to believe he really meant it. No man had ever told her that before. She turned away from him, but he caught her arm and pulled her back.
“Is it so hard to hear? I don’t care if you can’t say it, or don’t feel it. But I don’t want us to go back to our old lives and pretend this never happened. I needed for you to know.”
Anna could not speak; all she could offer him was her body, her lips against his. Douglas responded, his hand fisting her hair, pressing himself against her. She dropped the towel, and the feel of flesh against flesh excited her.
He lifted her, and carried her to the bedroom, where he placed her on the bed. Reaching for a soft rope he tied it around her wrists. She tried to pull away, “Trust me,” he said, and she did, relaxing as much as she could while he tied her securely with her arms above her head.
Anna tried to breathe calmly, but the situation panicked her, she truly had given control over to Douglas. He moved across the bed towards her, and she could not take her eyes off him, wondering what he was going to do to her. As the panic subsided, a new feeling replaced, it excitement. This felt dangerous to Anna; it pushed her comfort levels to newer heights.
He leaned over her, his hand cupping her breast and his mouth descending to cover her nipple, sucking it in. The sensation connected with the sensitive nub of her clit, as though they were connected by an electric cable. Shocks of desire flowed through her body.
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