The Accidental Mistress (22 page)

A shirt hit him in the back of the head, and
dropped on his shoulder. He frowned removing it, and turned. Zuri
had begun to undress. She didn't shy from his inspection. She
kicked off her shoes and brought down her shorts to reveal a
low-cut pair of black panties. "Come on Christophe. This is your
reward."

She rolled off her socks and walked over to
the spring. He watched as she lowered into the clear turquoise
water. It didn't take him long to drop his pack and the pellet gun.
He shed his clothes. Down to his briefs. He was exhausted. The
minute he submerged into the hot spring he exhaled. The water
enveloped him in warmth. He wanted to slip under the current. It
wasn't just the warmth. He tingled in his sore muscles as the
waters pulsed and massaged him from the tips of his toes to his
torso. Christophe stretched his arms out on the black rock and
dropped his head back.

"Amazing," he exhaled.

He drifted into such a relaxing state that
was indeed akin to a spiritual cleansing. He could understand why
this would be a place to give birth. He never felt more alive than
he did now. His mind cleared of everything.

"How do you feel?" he heard her soft voice
drift in, and wanted to respond. All he could do was groan. He
could die in that moment and go peacefully.

The water stirred, lapping at his chest.
Slowly he opened his eyes. Zuri came in close. "I told you the hike
would be worth it. And you can truly enjoy it when you release your
burdens here. We have many springs like this on the islands. In
Sainte Marie near the Lagoon, we take the guests to a man made one
we secretly heat for them. They don't know the difference. Places
like these, Christophe, are part of the island’s treasures and
sacred."

"Then I owe you a heartfelt thanks for
bringing me here."

"You know how you can thank me," she
said.

"Yes, I know what you want, Zuri."

"Help me, Christophe."

"I'll help you," he said.

Zuri smiled. She came in closer. "You were
cute earlier, my hero. You wanted to save my life with a backpack?
You thought that gun was real?"

He nodded.

She drifted to him. Christophe lowered his
arm and guided her to his lap. She straddled him with her knees
bent against the rock. There she rubbed her covered slit against
his groin and stirred a rush of pleasure through his shaft. He
wanted to do away with their underwear but couldn't verbalize the
thought. Something about the hot spring and her sweet body so close
was truly blowing his mind.

Liquid heat pooled all around him and seeped
in through every pour. And yet nothing felt nicer than the softness
of her pussy resting on his cock. He struggled to calm his racing
breath. It was as if his lungs couldn't take in enough air.
Christophe fingered the clasp to her bra. She lifted her hands out
of the water and captured his face as he released the cover of her
breasts. She pressed her parting lips to his. There was a dreamy
intimacy in their kiss now, with the warm spring lapping against
their skin. He immediately brought his hands between them to cup
her breasts. It was his intent to arouse her passion with his
tongue while he gave a gentle massage to the plumpest nipples he's
ever known. They grew stiff and swollen as he plucked each. He had
to have her again. All of her.

"I want you, Zuri. Now," he said swallowing
her tongue once more.

"Okay, she whimpered, bringing her mouth
from his. She prepared to rise off him but he couldn't bare the
separation. Instead he tugged on her panty and the thin lacy fabric
was ripped from her hips. She smiled and her brows raised up in
amusement.

"I'll replace them," he grinned.

"What about yours?" she asked. "Can we rip
those too?"

He realized how foolish he was in destroying
her panty when he had to rise to remove his boxers. Zuri chuckled
and drifted back in the smoky waters. She grabbed the floating
undergarment and tossed it over the side of the spring. She pulled
off the band holding her hair into a ponytail, then submerged into
the water. When she stood in the water, wiping her hand down her
face, her hair lay wavily from the root to the ends. Christophe
rose. Miraculously, he didn't feel an inch of soreness in his body.
It was amazing. He removed his boxer shorts.

"Condom?" she asked.

The word was like a lightening strike, it
thundered through his mind, making his dick soft. Christophe stood
knee deep in the spring with a woman he'd been craving for years
and no condom. "Huh?"

"Do you have condoms?"

"No, why would I?"

Zuri shrugged. "No glove, no love."

"Are you serious?"

"Afraid so," she said rising and removing
her bra. His eyes lowered to what she expected him to pass on. He'd
wrap his dick in a banana leaf to get inside of her right now.

"Zuri, you can't do this to me."

"This is a fertility pool,
Christophe. Look
—
"
she pointed at the petroglyph.

She had a point. He was beginning to believe
in magic, mystics, voodoo, whatever made the waters of the spring
feel like he was bathing in sunshine.

"No glove, no love?" he asked again.

She smiled. She walked over to him, letting
the tips of her fingers graze the water. Her heavy bosom with its
large nipples bounced lightly at her approach. When she was right
before him, she looked up at him with those big round eyes and he
nearly contemplated the unthinkable. She pressed a kiss to his
chest. She ran her tongue over his nipple and his cock twitched. "I
can still please you, Christophe," she said, and her hand slid to
his groin. He slowly lowered and she went with him, stroking his
shaft. Her small hand had a firm grip. She squeezed and released
with each upward tug. She traced her tongue up over his chest, and
then his neck. Her mouth covered his once more. Zuri tightened her
grip and pumped his dick. He bucked his hips twice as the tightness
built in his chest and his balls. He wanted to be inside of her.
How could he not? He suffered as he imagined what it would feel
like. He needed to be inside of her, her mouth, her pussy,
something. This had become torture.

Chapter
Thirteen

The width of his cock made it impossible for
her to keep a firm hold on his dick. But she tried. She loved the
way he reacted. His strong muscled arms were spread around the
opening of the spring, his head titled so that his adams-apple
bobbed once or twice with each of his staggered breaths.

Clothed he was gorgeous. Naked he was
devastating. Olive tanned skin stretched over every inch of him.
His arms, shoulders and chest was cut to precision. Her gaze moved
lower to his defined abs. Tight ridges formed a six-pack down to
his trim waist and she could see most of it as his chest swelled
and expanded while she worked her fist up and down his shaft. His
mouth parted, then shut. She saw his jaw clench, and she knew her
hand job was working him to the edge. He groaned deep in his throat
and his hands clenched. It was as if his cock was bulking by the
minute in her hand. She almost wanted to use both her hands to get
him there. But Christophe released with a deep gut-wrenching groan
and shuddered. His spunk erupted and dissolved in the heated waves
of the springs. Zuri smiled to herself. She had to admit that she'd
really enjoy such a powerful tool being buried inside of her. She
longed to get on him.

Then his eyes opened and latched to hers.
"Your turn."

"I said
—
"

He licked his lips and eyed her breasts. His
mouth on her nipples would be so good right now. She lost her train
of thought. Oh yes, she was going to object. His hands dropped in
the water. "I'd love to taste you right now."

What am I supposed to say to that?

"Yes," she grinned. "Taste me."

He gave her a mysterious smile. "First I
want to watch you touch yourself for me."

Her grin faded. "I prefer you do it."

"I will. I want you to get ready. Can you do
that for me, Zuri?"

Zuri looked around them. Now wasn't the time
to care or worry, she'd already given him a hand job. But still she
felt a bit shy and awkward with the spotlight on her. When she
looked back to his hooded gaze, she realized how foolish she
was.

He reached and cupped her face. His
fingertips slipped from her cheek, down her neck and shoulder. His
soft touch blazed a trail of heat that rivaled the warmth of the
spring. "Do it for me, Zuri. Don’t make me beg," he whispered.

His head came forward and he flicked his
tongue at her nipple. His hand gripped hers under the water and
guided it to her mound. It was all the instruction she needed,
especially with his tongue circling and giving her pleasure. She
parted the lips to her sex and began to rub her bud. She knew the
art of masturbation; it had gotten her through many a night after
their encounter. But she'd never thought of doing it for him.
Suddenly she was thrilled over the opportunity. Her head lolled
back as she slid her finger under her slit and felt her pussy
contract. Christophe nipped her nipple with his teeth and she
shuddered. Easing her finger inside her tightness with the push of
the underwater current that shiver went through her from the top of
her head to the bottoms of her feet. She gasped and fingered her
hole.

Christophe switched nipple. Leaving the
other bruised and aching for his mouth's return. Her eyes rolled
her head as she began to grind against her own palm. Something came
over her beyond her understanding. Her body was on fire and she
wasn't sure of just one source. His hand went down her spine to the
split of her ass and as she fingered her pussy, he slipped his
thick thumb into her anus. Her eyes opened and she gasped hard,
looking through the steam, past his shoulder, at the swaying
cypress beyond the spring. He sucked and loved her breasts. She
fingered her cunt and he kept the thrusting his finger into her
other hole until she was shouting her orgasm until she was hoarse.
Every part of her melted by the sizzling blissful explosion of her
climax that nearly shattered her pelvis.

He withdrew his finger, lifted his head and
smiled at her. Zuri swayed, through the last remnants of her
release.

"Now, you're ready."

To her surprise he rose bringing her up with
him and out of the spring. He lifted her to the smooth edge of the
rock and gently placed her there. Then climbed out to join her. The
sun had moved down further in the sky and the afternoon breeze
caused her skin to goose pimple. He came down on the side of the
molten rock. Studying her. His hand went immediately to her neatly
trimmed pussy. He cupped her there and she parted her legs to
invite him to do more. For a brief moment she actually considered
having unprotected sex. She prayed he didn't push her too hard.

Christophe covered her. He took one achy
nipple between his teeth and tugged it as his lower torso pressed
down against her center with the hardness that made her clit
tingle. He moved up and down between her thighs. She released a
groan. He nipped the taut bud once more before soothing it with a
slow lick. His mouth then swallowed more of her nipple. She
undulated beneath him, wanting to feed him more, pressed between a
rock and a hard place. The need throbbed in her pussy so she rolled
her hips against his chest reminding him of his promise. His eyes
flipped open and he stared at her as he devoured her breast. Then
he winked and released it, thankfully.

"I wonder if you taste as good as I
remember."

"Stop teasing me, Christophe," she
pleaded.

"My pleasure sparrow."

He eased down until he kissed her mound
before he buried his face between her thighs and when he brushed
his nose against her clit tiny pinpricks of pleasure sparked deep
in her core. Zuri arched up off the rock and moaned. He nipped and
licked her outer labia, flicking and teasing her clit before he
began to fuck her cunt with his tongue.

"Please... please...
please
—
" she
begged as her head thrashed from side to side. He chuckled. Deep in
her throat, she could hear it rise above the whispers from the wind
that she relax and enjoy herself. The pleasure became metaphysical,
as he loved her on the ceremonial rock next to the hot spring. And
his tongue was only the beginning. He slid a finger into her wet
heat and withdrew it to push in two fingers and stretch her nicely.
Then he used the tip of his nimble tongue to torment her clit while
fingering her. She bucked her hips and slammed her thighs shut as
the tension built in her mounting orgasm before it rocketed through
her. She creamed herself and gripped fistfuls of his hair to make
sure his face remained planted between her thighs through her
release. He removed his fingers and rolled his tongue over her
pussy and lapped at her essence, allowing her to crash and
burn.

Zuri had known pleasure, but even this
registered off the scale.

"Yes, yes, yes." she repeated as her lower
half jerked, vibrated, and released her climax.

If he wanted her he could have her. But he
rose, and pulled her up. Weakly she forced herself to stand. They
returned to the spring. And warm waters soothed the aches from
being pressed to the rock. Christophe brought her into the cradle
of his arms and allowed her to stretch out her legs as she reclined
against his back. Soon she was drifting in contentment. For the
first time since the nightmare began with her father, she felt a
sense of peace.

***

The hike back was done hand in hand. It
wasn't that hard, the short-cut she knew helped. They arrived back
at the jeep and she drove straight to Forte de France. He reclined
in the seat, his face red from resting in the sun, his sunglasses
covering his eyes. She thought he was sleep, but she sensed he
wasn't. He was quiet mostly after they relaxed and held each other.
It was kind of awkward not knowing his feelings. He said he would
help her. She had gone all the way out to convince him to care. Now
she had to trust in what she felt they shared.