Cayman Desires

by Simmons, Sabel

  Passion erupted with a volcanic force between them. They gasped for air, but would not let go of each other’s mouth. It was as if they could not get enough of each other. As if, they were trying to erase the last six years in a kiss of a moment.

  Raymond’s lips left hers to trail a line of fire down her throat in urgent, hot kisses. She gasped to catch a breath as his hard hands fastened around her breasts, urgently kneading and softly pinching her already aroused nipples to painful hardness.

  He drew away and within seconds, her boots, leather pants and panties, flew across the floor. He pushed his pants and jockeys down and dragged her tight against him.

  The heat of his heavy arousal was like a hot iron against her stomach. His head lowered and his mouth captured hers again and with his hands beneath her bottom, he lifted her up against him, moved her legs around his body and rubbed his engorged shaft against the heat at the juncture of her legs.

  She moaned and her legs locked behind his back. He felt the heat and the wetness embrace the length of his shaft and he growled. When she rubbed slightly against him, he lost the last vestige of control and he moved forward, pressed her back against the wall and surged inside her with brute force, filling her to the hilt.

  Her cry hardly registered in his brain as her heat enveloped him, tightly nestled inside her core. It was too much for him, her heat and the tight muscles closing around him like a glove. He started moving inside her with barely controlled force, thrusting relentlessly, desperately seeking release.

  Clarissa cried out when he seared into her, her body protesting the force with which he entered her. It has been six years since he had been there, and now her body was tight and unaccustomed to such rough treatment.

  When he surged forward the third time, her body caught up with his, she felt the intense pressure building to the point of pain in her loins, and she hung on for dear life. She felt her body erupt within seconds thereafter and cried out as stars exploded in her head. Immediately followed by his loud grunt; he stiffened against her as his warm seed spilled deep inside her.

  His legs trembled beneath him with the force of his release, he felt like a student that just had his first sexual experience. Never before has it been this intense, this quick, this satisfying. He pressed against her and felt the heat rising inside him again. He stiffened when he felt her muscles straining against his still hard length inside her.

  He pulled her legs down and stepped away from her. Clarissa slumped against the wall, her legs like rubber. She pushed up against the wall and lifted her heavy eyelids. She gasped. Raymond stared at her with disgust searing from his eyes.

  She reached for him. “Ray…?”

  He took another step back, bent down to pull his pants up and snapped it shut, swung around and stormed out of her cabana with a bang of the door.

  Her teeth started clattering; she folded her arms around her waist and staggered to her bedroom where she fell on her bed, curling into a small ball.

  The way Raymond looked at her made her feel like a cheap whore, a slut he used purely for release, with no feelings … and no regrets.

  Suddenly her skin crawled, everywhere he touched she felt dirty, as if she just emerged from a pool of mud. She jumped up and stood for what felt like hours under a stingingly hot shower. Scrubbing her skin until it was red. Eventually she just stood shivering under the water, her tears mingling with the spray of water on her cheeks.

  She dried herself, wrapped the towel around her and staggered over to the bed, where she lay down, tears still streaming down her cheeks.

  Raymond stood looking down at her still quivering body, pulled in a tight ball. His mouth tightened and his heart constricted. He slowly lowered himself on the bed next to her and she glanced up in fright.

  Immediately she tried pushing away from him, but he reached for her, and drew her protesting body into his arms.

  “No, let me go! Damn you let me go!”

  His mouth tightened even further, but he held on as she burst into a fresh set of tears. Her body shook against his with the force of her tears and it made him feel even worse. He stroked her hair, and pulled her tighter against him, his hands slowly caressed down her back, uttering little nothings in her ear, until eventually the tears subsided and she relaxed against him.

  Her breathing slow and deep, he realized that she had fallen asleep. He lay back, still holding her tightly in his arms, staring into the dark, knowing that he would not be able to fall asleep. His mind drifted back to the past hour he sat on the beach.

  Raymond slammed out of Clarissa’s cottage, his mind in turmoil. He just behaved like a lunatic, a mad man! He ran down the pathway onto the beach and didn’t stop until his chest burned and he struggled to breathe.

  He dropped down on the cooling sand and hung his head between his raised legs. The expression of horror in her eyes haunted him to misery.

  Never in his life would he have believed himself able to loose utter control the way he just did. Not even when he was young and inexperienced did have so little control over his actions … his body than he just did. The moment he surged into her tight, hot sheath, his mind went completely blank and his body and need took over. He could still feel the tremor that coursed through his body, the moment he was inside her.

  He groaned aloud and gripped his hair in his fists.

  His body was still rigid, his arousal painfully reminding him of his need, and even though he just had the most satisfying release of his life, it wanted more, so much more. He could still feel her tight muscles clench around him, drawing him deeper. He uttered another groan as he felt his arousal tightening even more against his pants.

  The sexual tension when they met years ago, were very strong and electrifying, but in all the time they were together, never did he lose total control over his body. It was as if the sexual energy between them now has magnified hundred fold.

  Suddenly he remembered her scream when he tore into her and he felt the guilt riding him even more. He must have hurt her badly! He was a well-endowed man, aroused even more so … add anger to the equation … He did not even prepare her for him, he just …

  He jumped up and his long legs carried him back the way he came, his eyes troubled. No matter how much he resented Clarissa, loathed her even for what she did to him, she did not deserve such treatment.

  In his imagination, he saw her laughing into Trace’s face and the anger raged through him again. Maybe she didn’t deserve it, but she surely asked for trouble … he did warn her, and she should know him well enough to be aware of his possessive side! What was his was his! He did not share with anyone!

  The past six years of punishing himself, his body and everyone around him flashed through his mind, and he tightened his resolve. No matter how much sexual gratification he got from her delectable body, she would never break past the barricade around his heart. She still had to pay for what she put him through, and she would pay … with her body!

  And once he’s had his full, he’ll pack his bags and leave. Just as he promised her … then she would know regret!

  Chapter Six

  Clarissa woke up with heat coiling through her body. Her body strained towards the pleasure, pushing her breasts higher at sensations spiraling through her. She lifted her hands and it filled with man. She broke through the barriers of sleep and realized that it was Raymond.

  His lips and mouth moved against her breasts, gently kissing the undersides and in between, slowly driving her insane. Even in her sleep. He stroked her one breast with rough fingertips, circling her areola teasingly, until her nipple was aroused and so hard it was painful. He was her first and only lover, he knew how to arose her, how to please her, and always drew the most amazing pleasures from her body.

  His lips nuzzled her throat and his other hand joined the first in torturing both breasts in similar fashion, without touching her aching nipples. Her breath wheezed through her teeth, and she lifted her breasts higher, silently pleading for more.


  His lips moved to her ear, gently drawing the lobe between his lips, sucking softly and twirling the tip of his tongue around the edge, in an imitation of what he would do to her nipples. She whimpered and moved restlessly beneath him. His voice was hoarse in her ear.

  “Tell me. Tell me what you want!”

  “Touch me!”

  His fingers kept circling lazily, his mouth and tongue continued its torture on her earlobe.

  “But I am touching you.”

  She groaned and gripped his shoulders. “Ray please!”

  He continued the torture for seconds more until she thought she would force his hand and mouth down to her breast where she so desperately needed him to touch her, when he slowly moved his thumbs across both her nipples at the same time. Gently flicking and circling them. If possible, they grew even harder and she bit her lips at the agony of her desire to feel his warm mouth on her breasts.

  He rolled her nipples between her fingers, watched the emotions flare on her face and increased the pleasure to near pain. She cried out, her nails digging half-moons on his shoulders as she clutched at him. He dipped his head and softly blew on her extended nipple, triggering another tortured cry from her. He moved to the other and repeated the action.

  “Oh … Ray … please!”

  Knowing that he had to taste her, he lowered his head and drew her nipple hard into his mouth, suckling as if he was nurturing from her. She cried out and her legs moved restlessly on the bed. With his other hand, he rolled her nipple between his thumb and fingers, offering her twin pleasure.

  He pulled on her nipple harder, drew it deeper into his mouth, as if he would take all of her. She nearly exploded. Pressure built inside her, she felt heat rushing through her and liquid heat settled in her nether regions. She felt arousal pool between her legs and knew she would not be able to deny him anything at this point.

  She needed, no she craved whatever he was willing to give. She needed him to fill her body again. As hard and deep as he did before, the years without him now only a memory as her body shivered with pleasure.

  He moved to the other breast and repeated the pleasure, groaning as he suckled. It was as if he wanted to pull her whole into him. She moaned and her head rolled on the pillow. He moved over her and pushed her breasts against each other so that he could pay homage to both of them together.

  She nearly lifted off the bed as he started suckling on both her nipples, first the one, then the other, but before the one could dry, he would be back. Urgently tugging them deep in his mouth, as if he could not get enough of the taste of her. She was close to exploding and pushed her groin hard against his leg that rested between hers. He moved his leg roughly up and down against her juncture, feeling the sticky wetness and heat. He sucked harder; gently nibbled, then gently increased the pressure, tugging at her nipple with his teeth. Clarissa cried out hoarsely and her hips lifted clear off the bed desperate for release.

  “Oh, my God … Ray … please … I …”

  She struggled to breathe and her hands gripped him so tightly they hurt. She begged for release, but Raymond took his time, treasuring her, bathing her breasts with his tongue, licking around the nipples, flicking them with his tongue, still holding them pressed together so that he had easy access to both. That alone drove her insane.

  The pleasure he forced from her body was just too much to bear after all the years of celibacy. She took his one hand and wrenched it down her body. He allowed it, but continued to suck and nibble her breasts. Her breathing were labored and irregular, her whole body quivered and moved restlessly on the bed. He knew how sensitive her breasts and nipples were, how swiftly it accelerated her arousal, how it fed her desires, fired her passions into overdrive.

  His fingers lazily brushed against her thighs, drawing slow circles closer to her core. Her thighs spread wide as off their own accord and she pushed her hips up against his hand, silently begging for release.

  He drew his fingertips softly over her mound, barely touching and she moaned, her hips rose pleadingly. He drew a circle around the already hard and swollen nub, softly then harder until she moaned, and only then did he touch her where she ached for him.

  Her hips lifted clear off the bed and her head pushed even deep into the pillow. He felt the heat of her as he caressed her, captivated by the sensations she felt fluttering so transparent on her face in the dim light.

  He increased the pace, stroking up and down, round and up, while his other hand still roughly caressed her breasts. She gripped his hand and he felt her nails digging into his wrist. He shifted his hand, now stroking her clitoris with his thumb and pushed a finger deep inside her soft body. Heat engulfed his finger and her wetness caused an uncontrolled groan to escape his mouth.

  She gasped and moved her hips urgently against his hand. He kept stroking her, felt the liquid heat of her around his finger and he urgently pressed another finger inside, and immediately another, stretching her wide, plunged them in and out, all the time stroking her clitoris.

  She was beyond herself. She felt the pressure building and building inside her and just as she felt on the edge of release, he withdrew. She cried out, but nearly lifted off the bed as his mouth replaced his fingers.

  “Ray! Oh my …”

  His tongue stroked her clitoris, up and down; he gently drew it into his mouth and suckled, softly, then slightly harder, all the time stroking the edge with his tongue. He gently separated her velvet lips and pushed his fingers inside her again, her inner muscles gripped them immediately, pulling them deeper. He suckled her deeper into his mouth, urgently plunging his fingers in and out, harder, faster and deeper.

  Clarissa felt as if she floated on a cloud of pure pleasure. She didn’t know where and what part of what he did caused it, but he slowly drove her insane. The pressure kept building and every time she felt on the verge of exploding, he would withdraw. Never in all their time together, had he made love to her so intensely, so focused on forcing so much pleasure from her, reducing her to a whimpering mass of need.

  She whimpered, pleaded and her body quivered in his hands. She cried, she begged, and pleaded again, but he kept her suspended on the edge. When she felt she was going completely crazy, he replaced his fingers with his mouth and he pushed his tongue deep inside her, sucking as if he would pull the life force out of her, his fingers, urgently and relentlessly stroking her swollen velvet clit.

  This time he kept going and Clarissa moved uncontrollably against him, his fingers, mouth and tongue driving her crazy. She was desperate for release and the pain in her loins became intolerable. She panted hard, pushing her hips harder against his mouth and he drank deeply from her body. The edge kept creeping closer, her breathing became hard and uncontrollable until suddenly everything shattered inside her.

  She pushed her hips upwards, straining; her whole body as tight as a bow and she cried out harshly. Stars exploded in her head and the pleasure was so intense she stopped breathing and floated on a precipice of nearly passing out.

  Raymond moved up her body while she was still in the heart of her climax and surged inside her, hard and deep. He felt her muscles pulsing around him, Clarissa groaned at his invasion as he started moving inside her. Thrusting like a man possessed. He held himself above her so that he could watch her face.

  She was helpless. In her life, she never experienced a climax such as this. In the throes of a climax, slightly interrupted, but immediately continued with his rigid shaft thrusting inside her, it just kept going; her body as tight as a string. She held onto Raymond, her nails leaving bloodied half-moons on his back as the orgasm kept rushing through her, her breathing haggard.

  Her inner muscles tightened and pulsed around him drove him insane and he increased the pace, exploding inside her just as he felt her climax subsiding. Once again, his orgasm was so intense the rush of the blood through his body felt like his life force leaving his body.

  He collapsed heavily on top of her, both of them struggling to breathe. Even th
ough Raymond’s weight nearly crushed her, Clarissa held onto him, keeping him on top of her, his shaft still strong inside her.

  When he eventually managed to gather his strength, he pushed off her, but settled next to her and drew her tight against his side. His warm breath teased her temple. She felt the soft kiss he placed there like a whisper in the wind. His voice was so soft; she had to strain to hear him.

  “Did I hurt you?”

  She remembered her body protesting his rough invasion and her scream the first time. But, hurt her?

  “No. I’m fine.”

  He shifted slightly and strained to look into her eyes. “Are you sure? The first time … I was very rough and I never … I …”

  She stroked a finger down his cheek. “Yes, I’m sure. It only took a second for my body to catch up with yours. I really am fine.”

  His gaze captured hers and she worried her cheek at the intensity in his gaze.

  “It just occurred to me, I did not use protection either times, are you still on the pill?” She felt her heart miss a beat, but kept the smile on her lips.

  “You don’t have to worry …”

  He withdrew his arm from around her and sat up, his eyes nearly black and boring into hers. “You’re not on the pill!”

  “I did not say that.”

  “Nor did you say otherwise. Are you or are you not?”

  “I am, so you can stop shouting at me as if all of this is my fault!” She huffed at him, pulled the sheet around her and stormed into the bathroom. Slamming the door shut after her, she sagged against it, her fist against her mouth. Oh God, she never even thought about it! She stopped taking the pill a few months after she arrived on the island, because she knew she had no interest in a sexual relationship with anyone and her periods had settled, which, was the one reason she went on the pill in the first place.

  Her hand slid to her belly and she imagined herself pregnant with Raymond’s baby. Had she stayed all those years ago, by now they probably would have had a second one already! A noise from the bedroom broke through her reverie and she quickly went to the basin to splash water on her face and freshened up.