Bare In Bermuda (23 page)

She quickly unbuttoned his shirt, and then helped him shrug it off. It was discarded with a negligent flick of the wrist, in the same direction as her negligee. Her nipples tightened, and heat pooled between her thighs at the sight of his bare muscled chest and abdomen. His shoulders were wide, and his biceps like twined ropes. Not the build of a man who spent too much time at the gym, but one who worked with his body and came by the definition naturally.

His hands shifted, slipping over the mounds of her breasts. He stroked a finger along the full weight of one breast, sending zinging pleasurable through her. His light touch circled her nipple, stroked across it, then traveled to the other nipple. With a quick pinch and a twist, he silently asked her if she wanted it rough.

Eduardo enjoyed mixing up their exploits as much as she did. Their romps so far consistently varied. As far as she could tell, he was always up for anything and never afraid to let her know what he wanted. Whether she wanted to be a sultry, wanton minx enjoying the ride of her life, a goddess to be worshiped, or a slut that needed to be screwed, Eduardo gave her what she desired.

Her unspoken answer to his question came in the form of her teeth nipping at his bottom lip as she kissed him. While she ran her mouth over his face and raked her hands into his hair, he got his trousers past his hips and let them slide past his knees to the floor. He kicked his shoes along with the rest of his clothing off, and Henna rubbed against him, stroking his arousal.

She didn't protest as they sank to the floor, and he nudged her hips, telling her without speaking what he wanted. On her hands and knees, she sank to her elbows, wiggling her ass at him. He ran his fingers between her cheeks and the silk of her panties. With a quick jerk, he rent the flimsy fabric in two and tossed it to the floor.

Henna arched her back in anticipation, lifting her glistening sex and exposing herself to him. The flicker of a condom wrapper flying past her line of sight gave her a small thrill. She had never had her pussy waxed clean before and hadn't regretted the decision to give it a try for one moment. She liked the look of it. Even more, she liked the feel of it when his cock slid into her.

Her blood pumped heavily through her veins as heat suffused every inch of her. She bit her lip to keep from screaming in frustration when he fingered the folds of her sex, stretching, pulling, and exploring while avoiding the knot of nerve endings at the apex of her want. She pushed back to meet him, but he wanted to make her suffer a little so he held back, placing only the tip of his cock at her entrance, letting it move in and out with the rhythm of his heartbeat.

“Tell me what you want,” Eduardo demanded as he wrapped her hair around his hand and wrist pulling with an exquisite firmness.

“You,” she gasped as the tip of his cock stroked her swollen clit.

“What do you want me to do?” His hand reached around her and plucked at her nipples.

“Fuck me,” she ordered.

Gradually, bit by bit, he eased inside her. He moved slightly, forcing his cock deeper then withdrawing, causing her to moan at the denial of pleasure, controlling how much of him he gave to her. His fingers clamped around her waist in a tight, biting grip. The feel of his thick girth sliding into her heat made his gentle torment an excruciating test of wills. She wanted to plunge back and take him all at once, but the strength with which he held her prevented her from filling her cunt with his cock.

In one swift and unexpected thrust, he entered her with the full stiff length of his cock until the head pressed against her cervix and his balls kissed her swollen pussy lips. She shifted and her hot inner channel contracted around his rigid length, fisting it in a tight glove.

Her inner muscles relaxed and contracted, coaxing him deeper. Her back bowed as she shoved her ass upward, inviting him to fuck her as completely as possible. Finally, one finger slipped to the first joint into the tight pucker of her anus. Just enough to tease and enhance her pleasure.

“Did you want to fuck him? The bartender? Did you?” Eduardo’s palm came down in a stinging slap against her ass as his finger worked her hole and his cocked slid in and out of her liquid heat.

“Yes,” she said forcefully. The truth was no, but that didn't really matter. She liked him hot and jealous. She also liked the feel of his hand coming down hard on her bottom.

A second slashing sting across her buttocks called forth a gasp and sent a shiver of desire pulsating through her body, radiating out through her cunt.

“I'll bet you want us both to fuck you at the same time,” Eduardo said. “You know you'd like that.”

She nodded. Another secret fantasy revealed. “Yes. Absolutely. I always thought about doing that. Would you do that?”

He buried himself as deeply as he could go and stopped, just holding her against him. Together they paused to fully enjoy the range of sensations that coursed through their bodies.

“I would do that. Once. I could put aside my jealousy to give you that.” His fingers pinched her ass hard. “But you would have to give me something I have always wanted. “

“Let me guess. Two women?” Had to be. Would she? Depended on the woman.

“Yes. Would you?” His movements slowed as he waited on her response.

“Yes. Once.”

Eduardo resumed his effort of rapidly pulling out followed by a powerful thrust inside her. He repeated the movement, bringing both of them closer to climax. His balls brushed against her hard clit, causing her to tremble with pleasure with every fleeting touch. She groaned at the liquid intoxication of sensations that invaded her. The friction of his thrusting against her tight inner walls sent her senses into overload. The only sounds in the room were the heavy sighs of passion reaching its apex and the rapid breathing of exertion.

The potential energy of her orgasm coiled low in her core. She was so close, and Eduardo was not going to deny her. Her breathing was ragged. He pumped his hips, and she felt him all the way to her core. Her body ached for release, but her pussy cried out for more, harder, faster, and deeper.

The feeling of inevitability told her there was no more prolonging the exquisite ecstasy as her climax blossomed from her core like ripples on a smooth surface of a pool. A vibration of sensation rippled through her as she let go and came. She cried out his name as her back arched.

When the last wave washed over her, he came at her hard, strong, and hungrily, placing his hands on her hips and grinding into her. He moaned and sputtered, telling her what he wanted to do to her while his hips jerked forward in a sexual staccato as he sought his own release. With a cry of pure pleasure, Eduardo pulled her hips up, planting her wet spent sex against his cock as hot jets of cum emptied into the condom.

The sudden silence in the room was punctuated only by the sounds filtering up from below and the low breathy panting of two people who had found the peak of ecstasy in the other. Her entire body shivered then moaned with disappointment when Eduardo slid from her with a wet pop. He stood behind her, stretched his body, and held out a hand, which she accepted. He helped her from the ground and stood her before him then cupped a hand behind her hair and around the back of her neck as he stared into her eyes. “You know I'm just jealous.”

“You have no reason to be.” She smiled up at him.

“Don't forget that,” Eduardo said as he bent his mouth to hers. He lifted her into his arms, making her gasp in surprise. He kissed the tip of her nose as he gently laid her on the bed.

Henna lay back on the bed and stared at the ceiling. “You’re really raising the bar on my expectations.” She leaned up a little and looked at him. “In every conceivable way.”

“So,” Eduardo said, and she knew what was coming next. “Would you really let me bring another woman to our bed just for a night?”

“Yes,” she said. “But…I have conditions. No friends. Top of the list. You might just get your chance to really hire an escort. No skanky ho's.”

“I know of a woman,” he said. “She runs a very discreet agency. Very professional.”

“You mean she's a madam.”

“Yes. Very professional. Very exclusive. Several of my friends have recommended her.”

“When is your birthday?”

“Next month.”

“Sort it out. No one prettier than me. If I'm going to go gay for a night for you, I think I'd prefer a redhead or a blonde. Oh no!” She propped on her elbows and looked down at him. “I know. A really pretty Asian woman. Like a geisha. I would so do that.”

“I…Fine. If that's what you want, I'll make the arrangements.”

“Oh…and my birthday is next month, too.” She walked her fingers up his bare abdomen. “I like blonds built like swimmers. All shoulders. Reow!”

Eduardo laughed as he wrapped an arm around her. “You'll do this for me?”

“Why not? When I'm with you, I feel totally free and uninhibited. If I'm ever going to do this with anyone, it's going to be you. I cannot imagine in my life that I will ever meet another man who I am as open with as I am you.”

He put his hand behind her head and pulled their mouths together. The kiss was pure sweet, compared to the hot and spicy they'd just shared. “I feel absolutely the same.”

The phone next to the bed rang.

“Ignore it,” Eduardo said.

She'd already picked up the receiver by the time he'd finished speaking.

“Hi there!” Eden chirped joyfully. “Busy?”

“Uh, not really?” She should have ignored the phone.

“You sound winded. Working out?”

“No. What's up?” Could she just hang up on her sister? Eden would hang up on her.

“You're late for the spa.”

“Spa. I forgot about the spa.” She looked at the clock. “I was supposed to be there ten minutes ago.”

“Chop chop,” Eden cheered. “That is unless something else has come up? Perhaps you are otherwise engaged?”

“No. Not at all. I'm on my way.” She slammed the phone down, scrambled over Eduardo, and stumbled into the bathroom. As fast as she could, she pulled herself together.

Eduardo lay on the bed with the pillows propped up behind him and the remote for the TV in his hand.

“I'm so sorry,” she said. “I'd much rather stay with you.”

“Henna,” he said. “Have a good time with your sister. I'm going to the pool for a swim and some sun. Join me there when you're done.”

“I'll text you.” She dashed from the room and made a line for the spa.

Eden sat in the waiting area with Gloria. When she sat with them, she checked the time on her phone. “I thought our appointment was at two. I'm so sorry.”

“My mistake,” Eden said. “I hope I didn't interrupt whatever it was you were doing.”

“Nice earrings,” Gloria told her.

Her hand flicked to the large square cut emerald solitaire in her ear. “Thank you.”

“Where did you get them?” Gloria asked.

Henna edged slightly away from Gloria.

“Where did you get those?” Eden asked. “They're really nice. I'd don't recall you wearing them before. In fact...” She moved seats and sat next to Henna. Eden lifted the emerald pendant she had around her neck. “I'm pretty sure I've never seen this before. So? Where did they come from?”

“Nowhere.” She took the pendant out of Eden's hand and held it in her own.

Eden hummed as she edged as close as she could get short of sitting on Henna’s lap. “Nowhere?”

Gloria sat on the other side of her presumably to get another look at her earrings. “I wish I could find emeralds nowhere.” Gloria laughed.

“Seriously,” Eden said. “Where did you get them? I know you well enough to know you'd never spend that kind of money on yourself. So…who's the man with the cash and the flash?”

“Anybody we know?” Gloria asked.

“Probably somebody older,” Eden said. “Older men are usually more generous. At least, that's what I've noticed.”

“Like a sugar daddy,” Gloria said.

“I have a few friends that have had sugar daddies. It's usually a pretty good set up. Who wouldn't exchange a romp in bed for some emeralds?” Eden picked up Henna’s wrist to examine the heavy gold bracelet. “Or something like this! Look.”

Gloria leaned in to examine her wrist. “Now the things I'd do for that. Let's just say I wouldn't want my father to find out.”

“No kidding,” Eden said. “Tell the truth, Henna. Who is your mystery man? What's the big secret?”

“It's not like that,” she said in her defense. “There is no big secret. I'm entitled to some privacy.”

“Sounds good,” Gloria said.

Eden clicked her tongue. “What is the expression? Where there is smoke there's fire? Are you the big secret or is he the big secret?”

“There is no big secret,” she insisted.

“Honestly, Henna,” Eden continued without pause. “Maybe I've misjudged you. I always figured you had this really sad, sort of boring life, but the truth is, you just might have a naughty side that you barter for jewelry. Are you into bondage at all? Is that it? Are you the mistress of your own dungeon? Some kind of dominatrix?”

“No.” She rose quickly from the couch, nearly knocking Eden and Gloria off with her. “It's not like that. I don't have a sugar daddy or some dark side, and I don't live a sad boring life. Grow up a little, Eden. Just because someone gave me a nice gift instead of a blender, doesn't mean I've done something egregious. You're not the only one who deserves nice things. Just because you've gotten into the habit of expecting to be treated like some precious princess…” She stopped speaking before she said too much. “You know what? Never mind.” She picked up her purse, promptly dumping it on the floor.

“Henna,” Eden said. “We were just teasing you a little.”

“Or were we?” Gloria asked.

She scooped up the contents of her purse, shoving it all inside. Gloria reached down and snatched up a condom that had spilled out.

“Yours?” Gloria asked.

She took the condom and tossed it in her bag. “You know, I just really don't feel like a massage right now.” She stood up and shouldered her bag.

“Seriously, Henna,” Eden said. “You deserve nice gifts. We were just teasing you.”

“Or were we?” Gloria repeated.

Henna looked quickly at Gloria and found her raised eyebrow and deep coffee-colored eyes filled with accusations. She asked Eduardo to be discreet, and he hadn't. The end result of her refusing to be firm was clear. Or at least clear in her thoughts. Gloria was suspicious and with reason.