by Suzy Shearer
“I wanted you to know, Ana. I want to be completely upfront with you.”
“Thank you, I appreciate that. I guess we’ll just see what happens.”
“Is there anything you enjoy? Anything you hate?”
Oh boy, this is intense!
“Um no, I like sex. I mean… Yes, I enjoy it and like trying things.”
He kissed me then and, hell, I knew I’d do anything he wanted as long as he kept kissing me like that. I wanted to crawl inside his mouth and it kind of seemed like he was trying to do exactly that to me. When we stopped, both of us were panting as if we’d run a marathon. He gave me a sexy grin.
“Ana, you’re damn addictive.”
I smiled back at him. His words were such a turn-on. The rain finally stopped and John released me, getting out of the bed.
“I think I’d better get back to my villa. It’s almost two-thirty. I’ll get things organized for our meal.”
I sat up and smiled at the man, drinking in the view with my eyes. He was standing there stark naked and unashamed. His body was sexy, even with those horrid scars. I could see why they hurt a lot. It was obvious they were still healing. I let my gaze travel all over his body. It was obvious that he was physically fit, from his washboard abs to the muscles in his arms. There wasn’t an inch of fat on the man and he was hung like, well, like the rumors about black men. He caught me staring and winked.
“Give me an hour or so then come down.”
“Okay.”
He leaned over and kissed me again, a soft gentle kiss, but it still rocked my world. He picked up his shorts and, sadly for me, dragged them on, spoiling my view. He blew another kiss and left. I hugged my knees and thought about what had just happened. It was out of character for me.
Yes, as soon as I saw him I wanted him to make love to me, hence the mowing down of the vegetation, but all the same to seduce a man I’d only met a day or two ago. Hell, I practically jumped his bones and now I was seriously considering letting him tie me and hit me!
Oh boy, I had it bad.
I kept trying to go through the crazy thoughts in my head, shuffling through what I’d felt, why I’d been so open, and all I could come up with was the fact I was on holiday and we knew nothing much about each other, had no pre-conceived ideas. Perhaps that was it—no entanglements. Maybe it would only turn out to be a nice, sexy holiday romance with no strings.
Whatever it was, I made up my mind there and then to indulge in it completely. I was honest enough with myself not to take things seriously, regardless of what John and I had said to each other about this being a special connection. Instead, I would just go with the flow and enjoy myself. The only danger would be if I fell in love, but it was a risk I was willing to take. I sat on the bed for maybe another half hour, then decided to shower and get dressed.
I made sure the topiary was still neat and not overgrown by giving it a quick manicure, and then I washed my hair. Once I’d dried off and given my hair a bit of a blow dry, I tried to decide what to wear. After pulling out a sexy, white lace underwear set and putting it on, I stared at my clothes for about fifteen minutes. In the end, there wasn’t that much choice—I could go for jeans, or else I had a cute white maxi-dress I’d packed in case I went up to the restaurant. The dress it was. It had a peasant-style top then flared out to sweep my ankles. The shoulders slipped down either side, but there was a tie-close which meant they wouldn’t fall halfway down my arms. I tied a bow at the neckline and examined myself.
The neckline slit showed off my cleavage. No need for shoes, but I thought a little makeup might be nice. I had some of that kiss-proof, twelve-hour stuff and that should work, and I smudged a little dark-green eyeshadow on my eyelids. Examining myself critically in the mirror, I decided I didn’t look too bad and gave a giggle before blowing myself a kiss. It was almost four when I headed off.
John actually had the villa next to mine, but it was still a bit of a walk. I was halfway there when I realized I should have brought a wrap. As the afternoon got closer to evening, the air was cold after the storm. I shrugged. If I got colder, I was sure John would have a sweatshirt or something I could borrow.
“Knock, knock.”
“Hi, beautiful, come in.”
He had the glass wall closed and when I entered, I realized he had the air conditioning on warm. I glanced around. John’s villa was pretty much the same as mine. Different artworks on the wall but basically the same. He walked to me and kissed me. Mm—yum.
“You look stunning, good enough to eat.”
I smiled up at him and said, “Thank you.”
He took my hand and led me to the long settee. I settled on it, tucking my feet up.
“Would you like a drink? I’ve got a Chardonnay, a Gewürztraminer, and a Pinot Gris.”
“Gewürztraminer, thanks.”
John nodded and walked into the kitchen. I noticed an open novel on the coffee table and checked it out—The River At Night by Erica Ferencik. Interesting, I’d read a review on it recently and it sounded like the sort of book I’d enjoy. John came back and handed me my glass of wine as I put the book back, and then he sat alongside me.
“Good novel. I didn’t think I’d like it, but I’m finding it interesting.”
We talked about books we’d both enjoyed or ones we hated. We had similar tastes, although John did like non-fiction as well, whereas I was strictly a fiction girl.
“Tell me how you got into making wedding dresses.”
I shrugged. “I’d always been interested in sewing and making my own clothes. Then when I left school, I did a postgraduate degree in Fashion Design. I had the opportunity to work for a large bridal company and jumped at the chance. The rest sort of fell into place.”
“How long have you had your own business?”
“Heck, um… it will be twenty-five years at the end of this year.”
“Sounds like a very successful business.”
I was pleased at how interested he sounded. “It is, thank goodness. John, how did you hurt yourself? You said it was an accident.”
“Yes. Thankfully, I’m on the mend now. The doctors told me it would take a while to heal, especially my leg. Still, this beautiful place will certainly help.”
“It is lovely, isn’t it?”
“Certainly, and made even more so by meeting you.”
I blushed a little as I murmured my thanks. John had put his glass down and had his hand on my knee. He casually ran it up and down my thigh and my dress slid up. I took a mouthful of wine and put my glass down.
“You do know that at some point in our near future I intend to make love to you properly. I truly regret not being physically able to now, but I promise to make it up to you once I’m fit.”
Oh, be still my beating heart!
How on earth was I supposed to answer that? I stared up at him. His head got closer and closer until he brushed my lips with his. I could hear my blood pounding in my ears.
“In the meantime, my beautiful Ana, I’m sure I can satisfy you in other ways.”
“You can?”
My voice came out rather squeaky as he winked at me. One hand curled around my neck, his thumb caressing my bottom lip. It sent shockwaves through my body.
“I think we’ll dispense with my domineering ways until I can take you properly.”
Oh my goodness!
“We will?”
“Mm.”
He pushed his thumb between my lips and I let my tongue run around the tip. Then he pulled it out and ran it across my lips. His now moist fingers slid easily across. His eyes were on mine as his other hand teased at the bow of my dress. When he’d undone it, he slid one shoulder down my arm. My sexy white bra was now on show with the curve of my breasts kind of heaving as I tried to stop panting.
He murmured, “You have the most beautiful breasts, delightfully full and very tempting.”
He kissed the swelling mound and slid a hand between the lacy fabric and my skin, settling his finger
s over my nipple, which immediately bounced into his hand. He rewarded me by tweaking and pinching it between a finger and thumb.
“Do you enjoy that?”
I nodded.
“This?”
His grip tightened on my nipple and then he twisted it. I thought I’d hate that much pain, but instead I moaned. I was sure there was a nerve that ran from my nipple directly to my pussy as my clit hardened in synchrony with the nipple. It was amazing. John lifted my boob out and ran his hand up and down and back and forth. He sent me flying, his fingers dancing across my skin. I got goose bumps. My senses seemed to heighten as his fingers traced their way around my breast. It was as if my nerve endings were on fire. I wanted more.
“I like playing with them almost as much as I like tasting.”
He bent his head, took the whole nipple and areola in his mouth, and sucked hard. I was in heaven. I’d never actually gotten very excited from someone latching onto my nipple, but then no one had ever bit or pinched it hard. Obviously, I needed the little pain that John inflicted. I was more aroused than I’d ever been in my entire adult life.
My eyes rolled back in my head when John bit down. I gave a little scream.
“Too much?”
I managed to gasp, “No,” and he went back to licking and biting. His hand wandered up my thigh and dipped down to settle between my legs. He rubbed my pussy through the lace. Between his hand and his mouth, I was sure it would only take me a second and I’d climax.
Somehow, he managed to slip a hand under my panties and began rubbing. It gave me a tingle as my legs drifted wide apart to give him better access, and he took advantage by pushing a finger inside. Another hard bite down as he thrust another finger in, but used his thumb to rub on my clit.
I whimpered. He’d soon have me a moaning mess.
“That’s right, Ana. Let me hear how much you enjoy this.”
There was no way I could be silent as he went back to my boob and used those magic fingers. His hand sped up. I heard the sound of his fingers in my wetness and smelled my arousal—sweet and alluring. I was very wet, as if a tap had been turned on. That thumb on my clit was making little circles and I was helpless to keep quiet. Mewling, my orgasm began.
That sensation as my climax started, that deep shudder, the tensing of my muscles—I wanted it to go on and on. Trembling, I panted loudly, making little “ah” and “oh” sounds until my orgasm stopped and my muscles relaxed. John lifted his head and took his hand from between my legs. Very deliberately, he licked his fingers. Then he kissed me. I could only cling to him. This man was taking me to places I’d never dreamed of, and I hoped they would continue.
“Beautiful, Ana,” he murmured huskily.
When he stared into my eyes, I could have drowned in their depths. They were almost black, like the darkest, richest chocolate, stark against the white. He really looked at me. I thought he could see every hidden detail of my life, could see to the bottom of my soul. He gazed at me as if I meant the world to him, as if I was the only woman for him. I shivered as I felt them strip me bare.
“You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever known, beautiful inside and out.”
And with that, he kissed me again.
Oh shit, I was falling head over heels. This was going to hurt like I don’t know what if he didn’t want to see me when our holiday was over. He pulled me into the circle of his arms and we sat there in silence. It was wonderful. I could have stayed like that forever. It was as if I was cared for, that I was special. Dare I say it—I felt loved.
I had no idea how long we sat there, but then John stirred.
“I’d better get things cooking or else we’ll be eating raw food.”
He stood and held out a hand to me, pulling me to my feet. We walked into the kitchen area and he dragged out a stool and sat me on it. I watched as he lifted vegetables already cut up from the fridge. Quickly, he set a pan on the heat and began frying off shallots and a little garlic in olive oil before adding small pieces of cauliflower, broccoli, and pumpkin. He let them brown slightly in the pan before putting the pan in the oven.
“I’ll give it ten minutes while I make the rest.”
Cracking six eggs into a bowl, he whisked them well with cream, added salt and pepper, and then grated in some cheese and put them to one side. We chatted about food while he worked. He filled our wine glasses again as we sipped and talked. Finally, he lifted the pan from the oven and poured over the egg mixture, then a grating of Parmesan cheese. Back into the oven for no more than ten minutes.
While the Frittata was cooking, John gathered plates and added a tossed salad to each. After getting the Frittata from the oven, he served a large wedge onto each plate, handed me one, and I followed him to the table, carrying my wine.
It was delicious. The vegetables still retained a certain crispiness and the cheese gave it a nice bite. I told him how much I was enjoying it.
“Do you cook often?”
“Not as often as I like, but once I get home, I intend to devote myself to working my way through the few hundred recipe books I’ve collected over the years. What about you, do you like to cook?”
“I do, but most of the time I only make something quick.”
John had made a self-saucing butterscotch pudding for dessert and when he walked me back to my villa about ten-thirty, I was quite full. At my door, he gave me another lingering kiss before promising to see me in the morning, and then left me to go to my bed.
Okay, there was the slightest amount of disappointment that I had to go alone, but at least I’d see him tomorrow.
Chapter Eight
John
The next week went too fast for me. Somehow, we drifted into spending all our time together. Some nights Anabelle would sleep in my villa, and other nights it would be in hers. We both had a change of clothes in each other’s villa. Anabelle was fast wrapping herself around my heart and I hoped when this week ended we would still be together.
The only downside was the fact I still couldn’t make love to her. We’d done everything short of intercourse and it was wonderful, but I would have loved to be able to go the whole way with her. I wanted to sink my cock deep into that delicious cunt. I was fast discovering that she enjoyed pain. I made sure I didn’t go too far, but her response was perfect. I kept imagining flogging her or whipping those tits with a crop. I wanted to see her ass bright red from my hand striking her cheeks.
I hadn’t tied her up or used my hand on her gorgeous behind. Somehow, I wanted to save that for when we had full sex—if we ever did. I prayed she’d want to continue this relationship and that it wasn’t only a holiday fling, even though she’d assured me it wasn’t. Because for me, this was no fling, this was serious.
The more time I spent with her, the more I wanted her. In such a short space of time, she’d become wedged in my heart, my mind. Not only was she extremely exciting in bed, she was also one of the kindest and most caring person I’d ever met. On top of that, she was interesting. She laughed a lot and being with her made me feel like a better person. My only fear was if I told her exactly what my previous occupation was, she would refuse to see me anymore. Rather than tell her, I kept quiet. Each day it was in the back of my mind, and each day I pushed it aside. I didn’t want to take the risk of losing her, but at the same time I knew I wasn’t being honest to her.
Instead, I reveled in being with her. We roamed along the beach hand-in-hand. One day we drove, or rather, Anabelle drove, down to a local town. We wandered into some of the tourist shops and found hidden treasures. Anabelle introduced me to Macadamia nuts coated in either honey or chocolate. Whenever she saw me beginning to limp badly, she made me sit down. We ate ice cream and talked about our favorite foods before heading back to the villas.
Slowly, our time together shortened until there were only a few days left. Today was Thursday, and Saturday I was leaving. I had this fear, this hunch of dread that I’d never see her again. We hadn’t talked much about the future�
��I hadn’t wanted to in case she said she didn’t want me in it. I wanted to stay in my fantasy of having her in my life forever.
I had decided on Friday night I’d take her to dinner in the restaurant in the complex. Then when we came back, I’d tell her the truth about me and I hoped she’d stay. If it went well, I would tell her how much she’d come to mean to me and that I wanted our relationship to continue.
The truth was often hard to tell, but if I wanted a relationship with Anabelle then I knew there could be no secrets between us. Now that I’d made up my mind, I was more at ease. We spent the night in my villa, and after breakfast, we’d wandered the beach for an hour. Then we’d grabbed a few apples from Anabelle’s place and gone back outside to perform what was now a daily habit—feeding Rolly. He’d come to expect us to give him something and the wombat was often outside, waiting on the patio of Anabelle’s villa before us. I loved that fat guy. He was so forward. One day we were late collecting the apples and he wandered through the door. He checked around inside and it seemed as if he was going to settle in the family room for the day until we finally managed to coax him outside.
After we’d fed him his daily apple treats and because it was almost midday, Anabelle said it was her turn to make lunch. It had gotten cold outside so we’d turned on the air conditioner and shut the front glass wall. At the moment, she had her head stuck in the fridge and that delightful ass of hers was stuck in the air.
Shit, forget the food, I wanted her.
I walked around the kitchen counter and put my hands on her hips, pulling her gently back. After shutting the fridge door, I walked her to the bench. She had a pair of shorts on, and a t-shirt. I sat down on a stool and made her stand in front of me.
“Take them off.”
She grinned. “Everything?”
“Oh yes, but you will take each one off as I tell you.”
She winked at me.
“Now take the shirt off.”
She pulled the t-shirt over her head. She had on this wispy lace bra that was transparent, and already her nipples had poked out.
