Bare In Bermuda (18 page)

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 moved 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. But 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.

Without warning, he groaned and spurted cum in her mouth. Henna swallowed the salty fluid down her throat, sucking until his thumb stroked her cheek and he pulled out of her mouth. He lifted her to her feet and cupped her head with his hands, giving her no choice but to look at him.

His lips landed on hers, and his tongue ran circles around her mouth, tasting his cum. “That was perfect,” he sighed then released her.

“Not too much?” she asked running a hand over his bare ass.

“No. Not at all.” He reached for a towel and began to dry his hair. “In fact, I like that you are not shy with me.”

“I'm not shy,” she said. “You're good for me. You make me slow down and let me just enjoy being made love to.” Henna toweled off her hair as she watched Eduardo dry off. “I think I've never really let go before and just let it happen.”

“Then our meeting was destiny.” He kissed her on the cheek and walked out of the bathroom. She followed, wrapping a towel around her body. As she moisturized, she watched him dress.

“I like being with you,” she said. “Normally, it would take me weeks before I'd admit that, but it's like we're in this alternate reality and the rules have all changed.”

“Perhaps the rules haven't changed,” Eduardo said as he buckled his belt. “Perhaps you have changed. Maybe what you needed was to be shaken out of your complacency.”

“I think you're right.”

“Always tell me what you're thinking. Never be afraid of the consequences of being honest with me.” He kissed her, his lips warm and firm against hers. “I'm going to my room to change for the evening. I am taking your second key so I can let myself in later.”

Again, she felt a momentary bit of shock at his presumption, then let it go. No one else could compete with Eduardo for her attention that evening. Why be alone if Eduardo wanted to be with her? “Okay.”

“I will see you at the party.” His finger lifted her chin, and his lips pressed against hers again. Her hand lighted on his chest then slid up around his neck. Her lips and mouth encouraged him not to go. As he pulled away, a sigh of discontent escaped her.

He took her hand from his neck and kissed her fingers. “You're like a siren, calling me to the sea. I cannot resist you, but I must. Tonight will be better than today.” He kissed her fingers again, then released them as he walked from the room.

Henna sighed. “Oh my.”. She shook off the cloud of euphoria that threatened to take over her common sense. It wasn't going anywhere.

After fixing her face and sweeping her hair up in a romantic mess of curls, she went searching through her clothing options. As she looked at her choice of distressingly utilitarian clothes for something that matched the sexy feel her body wanted to keep, she turned her attention to her limited wardrobe. Too much cotton and far too many sensible separates left her with limited options.

What she had was the gold dress she'd bought for the wedding. Maybe a bit too dressy, but then again, maybe not. She had a feeling Eduardo would appreciate her in a dress that reflected how she felt. For Eduardo, but more for herself, she wanted to grab hold of that feeling of exuberance and sexuality that raced through her body.

Nothing in her closet reflected how she felt on the inside so well as the gold dress. She pulled the dress from the closet and held it to her body in front of the mirror. With a tilt to her head and a smile, she decided.

“I will make time to shop tomorrow,” she promised herself.