Cayman Desires

by Simmons, Sabel

  She realized it sounded like she was begging, but she was past caring. She could take no more of the hurt he took so much pleasure hurling her way. Raymond ran both his hands through his hair and sighed heavily. He walked around the desk and she jumped up, keeping the chair between the two of them. His lips quirked into a small smile, but when his eyes caught hers, he was serious.

  “You are right.” Another sigh. “With everything that happened over the past two weeks, maybe…” He swung away and walked around her desk again, where he turned and looked at her.

  “Let’s put everything that happened between us over the past few weeks behind us. Let’s pretend we just met again and are … happy to see each other.”

  His voice roughened towards the end, but his eyes told her, he was dead serious. She searched his eyes, trying to find some sign for his sudden change of heart.

  “Would you be able to?” He frowned at that.

  “What?”

  “Pretend to be happy to see me again?”

  His lips hardened into a straight line and walked back around the desk to stop in front of her, pushing the chair out of the way.

  “Is that not all we have been doing since I got here? Pretend? Why not add another flavor to the equation?” His voice turned sarcastic and Clarissa shook her head.

  “Ray, you would never forgive me … so why would you even suggest …”

  “Because I still want you! Damned if I know why! But I still do!”

  “That is just lust! Find another body to use! Mine is all used up!” His temper flared at that.

  “What? Am I not good enough to barter your body to keep this exulted job, like you did to get it?”

  Clarissa stared at the red mark flushing Raymond’s cheek and the sting on her palm testimony that she just slapped him.

  “I am sorry! I never meant to … no … what did you expect when you insult me like that! How dare you implicate that I … no Ray … stay away from me!”

  “I did not implicate, I made a statement! And you better start bartering seriously, if you want to keep this job!”

  Fury flushed through Clarissa, her eyes glittered in rage, but Raymond ignored all of that and drew her resisting body towards him. His one hand circled her chin to lift her face up to his.

  “So beautiful … even angry … but I don’t mind the anger … it marries very well with lust!”

  Then he lowered his head and his mouth touched hers. He managed to surprise her once again. This time he feathered his lips over hers, so softly and tenderly, not savagely and passionately, as is his norm when his anger and passions flare up.

  His fingers around her chin lightly caressed her neck and his tongue stroked sensuously at the seam of her lips. She sighed and opened her lips in invitation, which he accepted with slow, deep caresses in her mouth against her tongue, swirling shallow and deep, searching and finding the uncontrolled passion she could hold back no longer. Yet he still did not give her what she now craved, he kept his kiss slow and tender, deep, yet soft and she craved deep, passionate. She moaned into his mouth and he smiled inside himself. Maybe this was how to keep one-step ahead of her. Always do the opposite of what she expected from him! Lord knows he needed something to anchor him; he always seemed to lose his head and good sense around her.

  Bette cleared her throat in the doorway and they pulled apart, but Ray kept his arms around Clarissa, forcing her to glance around his shoulder to her, her face flushing red.

  “I guess I am going on lunch alone? Never mind, I’ll see you later.” And off she went.

  Raymond leaned his forehead against Clarissa’s and sighed.

  “I want to pretend … I need to pretend … even if it is just for a few days.”

  His hoarse admission nearly crippled her. Whatever she expected him to say, that was not it. He pulled away and looked at her, his eyes searching but clouded, hiding his true feelings effectively from her probing gaze.

  “So, Miss Langston, would you be so brave, as to have lunch with Robby and I? I’ve arranged for a picnic basket and Robby picked a nice spot on the beach.”

  “You know I could never say no to Robby …” Her voice gave way as she remembered all he said to her yesterday. She pushed away from him.

  “Maybe … maybe this is not such a good idea. You know we will never …” His fingers on her lips stopped her.

  “Never is a long time … All I am asking for is a few days.”

  He sounded so earnest and his eyes shone warm and clear, for the first time since he came here, she had no choice but follow the guidance of her traitorous heart.

  “Very well … yes, I will have a picnic lunch with you and Robby on the beach.”

  For the next three days, it was absolute bliss. She took leave from work and spent all her time with Raymond and his family exploring the island. She took them to all the historical sites and they went exploring the seas in one of the glass bottom boats. Robby was in awe and crawled even deeper into her heart. Raymond was completely relaxed, and held her hand or pulled her close wherever they went. It felt like the old days … she had the old loving and caring, Raymond back.

  As the end of the three days neared, Clarissa became quiet, knowing that the pretense was over. Raymond and his family were leaving in the morning. Retha arranged for dinner at their cottage served on the patio and everyone was still in high spirits.

  She sat between Raymond and Robby, and as the night went on struggled more and more to keep her emotions under control. The tears were lying very low and she had to swallow hard a few times to keep them at bay.

  “But Dad, when will you be home then?” Robby’s loud complaint penetrated her mind and she looked at Raymond. He frowned down at her, as if he expected her to say something, not realizing that she had not been listening to the conversation for the past ten minutes.

  “You promised we will go bike riding every afternoon when we’re home! Who is going to ride with me now?” His anxious eyes sharply focused on his father. Raymond hardly glanced at him, his eyes still holding Clarissa’s hostage.

  “I will be home in a week or so, Robby. I just need to settle some things here … some more … pretending.” Clarissa gasped.

  “You’re not leaving?”

  “That is what I said, yes.”

  “Oh, I must have missed that!” The smile she turned on him was blinding in its brilliance and he lazily caressed her thigh where his hand rested.

  “Careful, my baby … you know what that smile of yours do to me.”

  She giggled and slipped her hand on his thigh to do some caressing of her own below the table. His eyes heated up warningly. It was the first time she touched him like that, except for when they made love.

  Robby drew his attention back and he sighed dramatically at the little boy.

  “Okay, my boy! We will go for a midnight swim tonight … if you can stay up that late.”

  “I will, I will! And then I can sleep with you in your bed?”

  Ray looked at Clarissa with a wry smile on his lips. There goes his intention of making love to her all night long!

  “Yeeees, Robby.”

  The drawn out response brought laughter to them all, knowing that it was not what he had planned to do with his night!

  Tears flowed freely the next morning when they said their goodbyes, but Clarissa could not keep her happiness at bay. Raymond was staying with her for a little while longer! Maybe, just maybe this meant that the pretense was not so much of a pretend anymore…

  Clarissa hummed happily while packing a small bag. Raymond’s instructions were clear, only shorts, t-shirts and bathing suits, no pajamas and no underwear! She smiled as she recalled him wiggling his eyebrows as he said that. Still she could not prevent the blush that stole up her cheeks, which made him laugh at her.

  She took another two weeks leave on Raymond’s instructions and the past week had been the happiest she has been since she arrived on this Island.

  They explored the whole Island; there
was no beach they did not visit, no cave they left unexplored, the best of which was the Skull cave. They swam and fed Stingrays at Stingray city; they strolled through the arts market and danced the nights away. They even joined in the fun of the street parties at night.

  Raymond assisted her aboard the helicopter and jumped in after her, making sure she belted in properly, before he gave the pilot the go signal.

  “Where are we going? You have been unusually mysterious about this trip!”

  He laughed and pulled her against him, his arm around her back. She leaned up and lifted her eager mouth to his. He needed no further encouragement and gave her a deeply passionate kiss with no regard to the pilot!

  “Ray … stop …we’re not alone!”

  “Then stop tempting me …”

  With a quick hard kiss, he laughed with her and then they took in the beautiful scenery below them.

  After a while, she realized they were going to the Little Cayman Island. Excitement surged through her. She had not been there in years, mainly because she was too busy, but also because it was no fun alone. The least developed Island of the three it had a population of less than 200, most of the Little Cayman remained uninhabited. The Island offered sub-blessed solitude, glistening beaches and miles of untouched tropical wilderness. Here, the wildlife and birds still outnumbered humans.

  There were a number of private cottages hidden in the wilderness with miles of private beaches unhindered by the interruption of human life. Here a couple could truly be alone to explore their … pretense …

  The pilot circled and landed with perfection at the helipad and once confirmed to pick them up in three days, took off again. Raymond grabbed her hand and pulled her towards the local peddler waiting a short distance away with his horse and buggy. Once all was loaded and seated, they took off and in no time, they were rumbling over the jagged roads into the tropical forest.

  It took nearly two hours, but the soreness of her rump after the long and agonizing bumpy road was worth it when they stopped beside a very secluded little cottage right on the beach. The shore curved in a horseshoe shape, adding to the seclusion of the area. Here they would be encased in privacy and forgot the rest of the world existed.

  Clarissa turned to Raymond. “It is absolutely beautiful! How did you find this place?”

  “Uncl … My Father told me about it. It belongs to him. He was right, this is …how did he put it … idyllic!” She laughed at the face he made and then shrieked when he picked her up and ran to the sea, not stopping until he was waist deep, he threw her high in the air, laughing when she hit the water with a splash.

  “You cad!” Spluttering she cleared the water, splashing water at him. He laughed and caught her in his arms.

  “You looked like you needed to cool down!” He pressed her hard against him and she felt his rising arousal press eagerly against her stomach.

  “And you seem to be heating up …” He smiled and lowered his head to capture her lips in a soft kiss. “You always heat me up, my baby…” Then he kissed her urgently, passion driving him to go deep. She complained when he pulled her t-shirt over her head, but he silenced her lips by kissing her again. Her bra at her back hindered his exploring hands; lifting his head, he frowned down at her.

  “I thought I told you not to pack any underwear?”

  “Yes, but you said nothing about not wearing any … no Ray, stop … someone will …”

  He growled at her whilst pulling her bra off her arms. “No one will see. This is a private and enclosed beach … so it is just you and me … and the sea … and your delicious body …”

  He looked down at her naked breasts and his hand rose, softly tracing the pink areola, watching with satisfaction as the peak immediately tightened and stood up. His hands curved around her waist and he lifted her higher until her breasts were level with his mouth. His tongue flicked out and he lightly traced the tight nipple, hearing her breath catch.

  “Ray…”

  He did the same with the other, keeping her suspended in front of him. Clarissa felt the heat of his mouth as his lips closed around her nipple. He pulled the tip into his mouth, suckling softly at first and then harder as if he was a starving man. The other breast received the same treatment and Clarissa gripped his arms tight. The liquid heat pooled between her legs and her groin tightened painfully with each pull of his lips.

  Suspended in the air, her breasts being paid homage too, thrilled her and she threw her head back, pushing them deeper in his mouth.

  “Ray, honey please…”

  He nibbled gently on first the one, then the other nipple, and when her moans intensified, he pulled her breast deep in his mouth, covering nearly half of her breast. He slowly pulled back, his teeth scraping against the tender areola, then the nipple and bit down sharply only to suck gently to soften the sting. She was mindless when he scraped the other breast, and cried out hoarsely at the intensity of the heat that scorched down her body. She could feel the tingle between her nether lips as liquid wetness escaped her body.

  “No more … I can’t take any more … please, please, baby!”

  He lowered her slowly, making sure her body slid down his, she felt his need for her in the hardness of his body. He needed to get inside her, now! He bend and pulled her shorts and panties off her legs, then his and with no further ado, pulled her legs around his waist. She needed no encouragement and locked her legs behind his back, at the same time her hand reached for him and she guided him home.

  Both their moans filled the air as he surged inside her to the hilt, then he kept still, catching his breath. Every time with this woman was as if it was the first. Would he ever tire of plunging into her liquid heat, feeling her muscles tighten around him, pulling him deeper?

  Then all thought fled his mind as she began to rotate her hips on him. He took hold of her hips, anchored his feet into the sand and lost himself in her delicious body. Her lips found the pulse in his throat and she softly suckled it, causing even more blood to flush to his already full shaft, his growl testimony of how much that affected him. His hold on her hips tightened painfully, her legs around his body gripped him like a vice, but neither felt it. All they felt were the tightening and rush of blood in their veins. Clarissa exploded around him, he could hold back no longer and felt his orgasm rip down his body, hesitated in his groin; he thrust harder, deeper and felt the surge of his release into her with so much force he struggled to keep upright.

  Clarissa struggled to breathe, her whole body as tight as a string as the last of her climax, extended through his, rippled through her body. They both struggled to catch their breaths’ and Raymond laughed in her ear.

  “It’s a good thing this is a private beach … otherwise people would have come running, you were making such a ruckus!”

  She pulled back and looked at him questioningly. “Your screams, my baby … it frightened all the birds away…”

  She blushed remembering the screams that exploded from her as she climaxed and he laughed, kissing her softly on the lips.

  “Don’t worry … I for one, did not mind … actually, I really appreciated it!”

  She laughingly hit him on the shoulder drawing away from him. She headed to the shore, but shrieked when he suddenly picked her up and she flew in the air to splash back into the water. Hair in her eyes she glared at him.

  “Will you stop throwing me around?” He just laughed and threw her a melodramatic kiss.

  “There is no rush, my love. Join me for a swim … and no, you do not need to go and put on a bathing suit first!”

  The three days on the Little Cayman was, as Miguel said, idyllic. They went diving on the famous Bloody Bay wall and Jackson Point, a truly amazing experience. She even, albeit grudgingly, spend one whole afternoon fishing with him at the South Hole Sound lagoon. His “I need to catch our dinner, woman!” still made her laugh just thinking about it.

  It was truly a lover’s paradise, and that was exactly what it felt like to her … that
they were lovers and … in love. They talked; they joked, laughed and really enjoyed each other’s company. Raymond was relaxed, he treated her with so much tenderness and respect that she could cry. He spoiled her rotten with little gifts from nature, made love to her … oh how he made love to her … her heart fluttered and heat pooled in her loins just thinking of all the lovemaking they had shared over the three days.

  On the last night of their short trip, they had crayfish Raymond caught earlier for dinner and afterward went for a leisurely stroll on the beach. Raymond pulled Clarissa down on the sand just short of the surf breaking gently. She sat between his legs with her back resting against his front, facing the sea. There was a full moon, the whole area bathed in a bright bluish hue, adding to the romantic feel of the night. The only sounds were the gently lapping water, surf and insects chirping around them.

  Raymond pulled Clarissa’s short sundress up and over her head, ignoring her protests. Before she even lowered her arms, his hands closed around her breasts to softly knead and caress the rounded globes. His head lowered and his lips caressed her earlobe then kissed and licked slowly down her neck. She groaned, quickly turned around to face him standing on her knees. His hands moved immediately to capture her breasts again, but she pushed them away.

  He frowned at her questioningly. She smiled slowly, her hands curled over his biceps, caressing the length of the muscles tightening with each stroke. She gripped his t-shirt and pulled it slowly up, watching his face, and smiled wider when his breath lodged in his throat when she caressed his naked chest, then quickly ripped his shirt off.

  “It seems to me you are asking for trouble, my love…”

  Her eyes caught his, searing him with a passionate look. “No … only to give you the same pleasure you have been giving me …”

  His blazing eyes sprang to life and scolded her with heat and anticipation of her promise, yet regretting he would not allow her to. He slowly shook his head. “I’m not ready for that, Clarissa …”

  She sat back on her haunches, contemplating him sadly. She knew how to bring him the utmost pleasure, he was the one who taught her and she was a quick learner, and over the years together, she learned what pleased him the most. She reached out, gently running her fingers over his cheek, leaned forward and tenderly kissed him on his lips. Softly caressing, licking and pushing past his slightly open lips to mate with his tongue in a dance of passion as old as time.