“I don’t want you to slow down … not yet! Please Ray … take me … take me now!”
Her urgency and passionate plea broke the last of the feeble control he still had over his body and he surged forward thrusting into her with hard deep thrusts, over and over, but it was not enough. He pushed up and sat back with his legs bend. He pulled Clarissa up and unto his lap. “It’s not enough…I need more…I need … to be deeper…” He pulled her onto his shaft, hooked his arm under her one knee, lifting it high, opening her wide. Clarissa gasped when he went deeper than ever before and immediately started rocking in her, pulling her hips down hard to meet his. She held on to his shoulders, threw her head back and pushed down as hard as she could, feeling him so deep in her body she swore he kissed her heart with his shaft!
Her passionate moans and Raymond’s labored breaths sang in tune with the chirping of the paradise birds around them. Raymond found her clit with his thumb urgently stroking and Clarissa’s moans intensified. She rocked harder and faster urging him on. “More … more!” He felt as if he was on the verge of a volcano that has been building to erupt for thousands of years. Their combined urgency pushed them to the edge. Clarissa’s body tightened like a string on a bow and with her climax she pushed her hips down hard and felt the pleasure pain in her groin when her climax exploded, nearly drowning her. She arched back, her breath caught in her throat as she tightened around Raymond, milking him until he erupted inside her spurting his warm seed with such force she felt another climax hit her the minute the first one subsided. Raymond felt her tightening muscles and growled, thrusting hard and deep until he felt the last of the ripples around him subside.
Raymond fell on his back with Clarissa sprawled over him. She felt totally limp and sated, but still struggled to get her breath back. Raymond’s heart galloped in her ear and she smiled, felt her heart fill with warmth and the feelings that were rushing through her. How she loved this man! If only he could forget about the past and love her back!
The rest of the afternoon was full of laughter. They ate the picnic lunch Clarissa had the hotel kitchen pack for her, which was normally enough for four people, but Raymond’s hunger was fed by all the sexual energy he just spend, an amazed Clarissa packed the utensils back in the basket. Minus any leftovers. He ate everything!
“I can’t believe you are in such good shape if this is how you eat!”
“Ah … but remember sex burns tons of calories. As long as one makes sure you keep that balance …,” Raymond noticed her blanch and the blush that crept up her cheeks. She scrambled to her feet and dived into the pool. He stood watching her perfect body, still naked as the day she was born, cleave through the clear water. He dived in after her and cleared the water in front of her next to the waterfall.
She turned away and made to dive in the opposite direction. He would have none of that however and pulled her close to him. She struggled, ordering him to let her go. He grimly pulled her tight against his chest and his rigid gaze bore into hers.
“What is the matter, Clarissa? Don’t you like to hear that I had a life without you in it? Did you really think I would remain celibate for six years? Sex is sex … it’s a way to release tension in the body and relaxes the soul … and I had a lot of tension over the years…” Ignoring her angry shriek his mouth swooped down and he claimed her lips in a hard passionate kiss. His tongue swirled around hers, filling her mouth with fierce intensity. His hands stroked down her back to pull her hips flush against his. She felt his erection growing against her again and she started struggling. His ‘sex is sex’ words scorched a hole in her heart. After the precious few days when he treated her with tender care, she died a little inside. This was still all she was to him, a body to expunge his sexual tension!
Raymond ignored her struggles and tightened his arms around her, slanting his mouth sensually over hers. His heartbeat was so fast he struggled to breathe. He knew he lost total control earlier, not just physically but emotionally too, which was why he could not let her go, why he lashed out at her. He had to protect himself. She must never realize how much power she still had over him … over his heart!
He gripped her hair in his one hand and softly started pulling her head back, his lips caressing her chin down her throat until he reached the base of her neck, where a vein pulsed erratically. His tongue sneaked out and stroked down the vein while he kept pulling her hair until she was arched backwards, her breasts jutting upwards, completely helpless in his arms. She moaned and felt her nipples hardening painfully in anticipation. He laughed softly and her mind went blank when all of a sudden his lips closed around her nipple and suckled the tip deep into the warm recess of his mouth. Heat scorched from her nipple down her stomach to center painfully at the center of her core. He turned his attention to her other nipple, at the same time pulled her one leg around his waist. Clarissa automatically locked her legs around him and felt his hard shaft searching for entry. He pushed into her slowly … so slowly, savoring the instant heat surrounding him. When he was in to the hilt he kept still, released her hair and pulled her hard against him, his one hand circling her neck beneath her hair, the other pulled her hips even closer into him. Her breath shuttered through her lips and he captured her eyes with his. The heat in his so electrifying she closed her eyes.
“No … open your eyes. Look at me.” She obeyed and he started moving inside her with deep and slow strokes that nearly drove her crazy. No matter how she rotated her hips or gripped him inside her, he kept thrusting deep and slow: all the while watching her, feeding off the pleasure and passion swamping her eyes. He was still watching when her pleasure culminated into throbbing radiance when she climaxed. He followed with a deep thrust and threw his head back as he felt the force of his release pulsing through him.
When both of them had energy, he pulled her with him directly under the waterfall and gently rubbed her whole body down with the falling spray of the water. Then they silently swam to the edge of the pool and got dressed. Raymond glanced at his watch.
“It is getting late, we should start back. Bette said you came here by taxi?” At her quiet nod, he picked up the picnic basket, took her hand in his and started walking around the pool. “I’ve arranged for the helicopter to pick us up at four thirty. We don’t want to be late he might not wait for us.”
Neither one spoke to each other on the short flight back to the Seven Mile beach. It was a short walk back to the hotel and Clarissa set off in that direction at a brisk pace, but Raymond clasped her hand in his and pulled her to his side walking next to her at a slow leisurely pace.
“What’s the rush, my love? The night is still young.”
Clarissa glanced at him, tension running down her spine. She felt depleted, physically and emotionally. When he tore into her so uncontrollably, she was ecstatic. Truly believing, that finally, he realized his feelings for her were still there. She threw all her passions and love into every part of her body, into him and to be told ‘sex is sex’ shattered her. Torn her heart apart and nearly broke her in two. Even when he took her so deeply passionately next to the waterfall it meant nothing to him, yet the look in his eyes watching her with his passion and heat flashing to the surface made her cry inside.
Moreover, she still only had herself to blame! He clearly set out to punish her, to make her suffer, as he suffered when she left. Worse even, showing her how she had turned him into a ruthless, heartless man that only took and took, never giving anything in return!
She knew she had to get away from him before the sobs she was desperately forcing back broke through and she cried her heart out in front of him. She jerked her hand from his and set off at a neck-breaking run.
Raymond stopped and stared after her running form. Seems she was always running away from him. This time … this time she had due course. When he lost total control, he knew he had to do something to retain some vestige of the upper hand. And what did he do … he ripped into her with the one thing he knew would strike her down. That
she meant nothing more to him than a warm body to ease his sex drive.
But was it not her just deserves? Her punishment for the pain and heartache she put him through six years ago. For the loneliness, he had to suffer. Contrary to what he told her, there had not been that many sexual encounters, apart from Linda and only to give her what she so desperately craved, a child of her own. Had she not conceived after that one night he had sex with her, she would not have had Robby either. He knew it was not fair to Linda, but he had to get horribly drunk to give her even that one night. It was too soon after Clarissa left and earlier on that same day, he received Clarissa’s engagement ring in the mail, just the ring, no letter, and no note. Up until that point, he believed that she would come back, that she realized she loved him and he meant more to her than the job. That was four and a half months after she left. Over the past six years, he had one-night stands for sexual release only, probably as little as three or four, and he never spend the night. Oddly, the release he received were unsatisfying and left him even more frustrated, so he threw all his energy and passions in his work, never having enough time or any desire for any type of relationship.
Chapter Eleven
“But Dad, they are so tiny! How can they throw them in the big sea? They will drown … oh no … even worse! They will be eaten! Gobbled up by all those big sharks!” Robby’s voice rose with each new thought that raced through his mind.
Clarissa took his hand, sat on her haunches and tried to ease his fears. “In the wild this is normal, Robby. Little turtles waggle to the water the minute their eggs hatch. Generally only a quarter of turtles hatched make it to adulthood.’’
‘’But that is awful! Why don’t they keep them until they are bigger and can then swim fast and hide?” He was still very upset and Clarissa pulled him in a loose embrace close to her.
“They have to learn to vend for themselves from a young age. Once they are in the water they are much safer than out on the beach. This way more turtles grow to adulthood than had they hatched in the wild…”
Her voice droned on in further explanation and all Raymond could do was grip the rail he stood by firmer. Seeing his son in Clarissa arms was more than he could bear. All that kept running through his mind was that Robby could have been theirs, should have been theirs!
Clarissa glanced up and their eyes met. She sighed heavily and pushed herself upright. The anger that he hurled at her, shot straight to her heart. His fury always seemed aimed only at her. No matter how hard she tried, since the day at the waterfall, every time he looked at her it was with anger, loathing or resentment.
Well, she has had enough. Today was the day it would end. Today he would tell her why he has been glaring at her, for two days or … or she …She sighed … or what? She had nothing to threaten him with that would matter to him.
Having made up her mind she walked towards him, their eyes still glued to each other. She saw the fierce flash in his and nearly turned around. It was as if he wanted to have an argument with her!
Clarissa did not know how close she was to the truth. Raymond was frustrated with her politeness she offered the past two days, since the day at the waterfall. Not that it would keep him away from her, when he wanted her again!
“So, go for it, Ray. What have I done now?” Her voice breezed to him, soft yet tough as steel. He smiled inward. She really thought to sound like a martyr would give her an out.
“I don’t know? Have you done something I should be aware off?” His voice was soft and amusing, totally belying the hard glitter in his eyes.
Clarissa felt the anger flow through her. He made her so angry! She went through a lot of trouble to arrange this trip to the turtle farm where they released thousands of sea turtles every year on this day, thinking they would all enjoy this, especially Robby. She even went as far as to join them. Thinking to show Raymond, she was not angry with him anymore, but he was clearly aiming for a fight.
“Don’t be obtuse! You have been glaring at me for two days, just now with open hostility and anger! So let’s have at it! What have I done now?”
Raymond could hold back no longer. The anger of the past six years, leaped to the surface like an enraged cougar. What he snapped out, hurled at her face were all the hurt and resentment he kept buried deep in his heart.
“That you could hold another woman’s child so dear to your heart, but that you denied me yours! And all, for a god damned job!”
The blood rushed from her face, leaving her as pale as the sand on the beach, her breath snagged in her throat and her heart was savagely torn apart hearing him snarl those words at her. She swung around and ran, as fast and as far away from him as she could.
Before she reached the parking lot, hard hands closed around her shoulders and jerked her back. Those same hands roughly yanked her around and she faced the vicious fury of the only man who managed to rip her heart apart with only a look or a word.
Raymond looked into her eyes. He hardly noticed the tears streaming down her cheeks. His anger and resentment was now in full force. All the years he managed to bury, it fueled the heated release thereof.
“You still deny the truth, don’t you? Did you really think that a few tumbles between the sheets would be enough to erase what you did to me … to us?” His hands were like shackles around her shoulders and she could not move even had she wanted to.
“Ray, please … you are hurting me!”
His eyes hardened even more and he brought his eyes on level with hers, not loosening his hold on her shoulders.
“You don’t know how much more than hurting you I want to do right now, my dear! You should have run the first time you saw me here! But no, you had to snare me back with your seducing body and eyes!”
“No … I di …”
“Ah, but you did, Clarissa love. Always close, always there … for me … for the taking!”
Her fears and tears intensified and she struggled to pull away from him. “Let me go …” She now sobbed in a whisper. Raymond was clearly and totally out of control, his anger intensified by the minute.
“I would have, my darling, if your body spoke the same language your mouth did. We both know the moment I touch you, every denial coming out of your mouth is a lie. Don’t we?”
She looked up into his glittering hate filled eyes, sobbing even harder in her heart, for what she now realized would never ever be again. Slowly she raised her hands, stood on her toes and laid her hands on his cheeks. She kissed him softly and whispered against his hard lips.
“I have always loved you, Ray, and I always will…” Her lips touched his again, ignoring his outraged gasp, hoping her declaration would soften his heart. She could deny it no longer; her heart always has and always would only belong to him.
His hands left her shoulders and he pulled her flush against his body and hard met soft. She leaned even closer into his hard, muscled body and when his lips closed around hers in a hard, deep kiss, she opened her lips and returned the kiss with all the love and passion, in her heart.
Raymond pulled his mouth from hers his arms still clasped her tight against him. She looked into his eyes, and her heart tore even more when the loathing was openly there for her to see. She tried to pull away but he would not allow her.
“Love … please Clarissa … we both know, it is one word in the English language you do not know the meaning off! But I will gladly accept your lust and desires … in that at least, we speak the same language!” His mouth swooped down on hers again and this time he showed no mercy, no passion, only the lust and desires he just mentioned. She struggled against him, her mouth feeling raped and dirty under his, but he was relentless until her own lust and desires overruled his treatment of her and she kissed him back, her body heating up and quivering in his arms.
“Morning, Boss. I didn’t think you would be coming in today. Aren’t you going to spend the last few days with the St Claire’s before they go back?”
Bette’s chirpy voice did nothing to soothe the
headache hounding her since they came back from the turtle farm yesterday afternoon. The minute the minibus had stopped in front of the hotel she jumped out and ran to her cottage, locking it for the first time in the six years she had been staying there. It was most probably all the crying she did during the afternoon and through the night that induced the headache.
Bette looked closely at Clarissa when she did not respond, noticing her swollen eyes and the waxy pale color of her skin. “Are you all right, Clarissa? Do you have a migraine again?”
“I am fine, just a slight headache and no sleep last night. Nothing, a strong cup of coffee cannot fix.” Bette jumped up and headed to the coffee machine in the corner.
“Coming right up!”
Clarissa sat with her head thrown back on the chair behind her desk when Bette brought her coffee in. The strong aroma of the coffee prickled her senses and she sat up, gladly accepting the steaming cup from Bette.
“So, what is on the agenda for today, Boss?” Clarissa switched her computer on and they started discussing the success they achieved during the Pirate’s Festival. The rest of the morning flew by as they concentrated on work and it was already after one when they both realized they were starving and it was time for a break. Bette got up, gathered all the cups from the desk and walked back to her office. Clarissa finished typing the report she was busy with and sat back with a sigh. At least she managed to forget about Raymond for a few hours!
Just then, he appeared in the doorway. Her breath caught as if she conjured him up by magic. He was dressed casually in shorts and a white shirt unbuttoned half way down his chest, show casing his strong muscled body below. She sighed and leaned back in her chair.
“I can’t do this anymore, Raymond … please, I can’t!”
His face remained expressionless, his eyes unreadable and locked onto hers. He pushed his hands into his shorts’ pockets and sauntered closer, still saying nothing.
“Please, just go.”
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