by Ju Ephraime
Pleasure washed over her in waves, but it was not enough. She needed him inside her. Her hips bucked again and again as his tongue continued to stab and lap at her. When she felt his teeth on her clit, she thought she was going to explode, and she came apart by the force of the release that ripped through her body. She could hear herself making strange whimpering sounds as he gave her one last lick and began crawling up her body.
His face was rigid, sensuality etched in every line. His eyes were hooded, piercing and filled with lust as he told her, “You’re mine. You belong to me.”
Lifting her legs, he placed them over his shoulders, exposing her heated entrance to him. The thick head of his cock rubbed against her over-sensitive flesh. She couldn’t resist raising her pelvis off the bed to try to get at him. He reached down and took his thick cock in his hands and rubbed it back and forth against her over stimulated flesh, and she almost jumped out of her skin. She wasn’t aware she was once again whimpering in need until he said, “Shush, shush, I’ll give it to you. You sure you want it? All of it?”
“Yes, yes,” she said, in desperation. “Please, Raymond, please.” Before the second please could escape her lips, he slammed into her hard, driving through over-heated flesh like a battering ram. But only half of him gained entry. He withdrew and slammed back in again. Although her body was ready, it was just too much to take in all at once. After the third try, he was buried to the hilt inside her, and the sound that he made in his throat was music to her ears.
There was no time to catch her breath, no time to register the pain of being invaded by the thick, hard presence of his hot shaft before pleasure swamped her. Her body yielded to him, and waves of sensation overwhelmed her as he thrust into her deep and hard, over and over. The muscles of her sheath gripped him fiercely, pulsing and gushing as he stretched her mercilessly, thrusting into her at a ferocious pace that had her wailing.
The thrusts were brutal. His fingers dug into her flesh as he pulled back and slammed home again and again, sending sensations racing through her body until she could no longer breathe with her mouth closed. Her teeth were on edge as he flogged her with his body.
Just when she thought she would combust with the sensation rocking her body, he brought her closer to him, and this time there was so escaping the friction of his body slamming against her clit as he fell into a rhythmic slam and grind. In no time, the repeated grinding on her clit had her flying into a powerful release that had her hissing through her teeth, his name a symphony on her lips.
As her body pulsed around him, she felt his cock swell and grew even harder as he stiffened before he withdrew and sprayed his seed all over her butt.
The shock of feeling him withdraw from her body left her bereft. She hadn’t expected him to do that. She was on the pill, but he had not asked. She supposed urgent hunger was riding both of them equally, and it didn’t lend itself to this conversation.
She closed her eyes, but they quickly flew open when she felt his weight shift from the bed. Squinting in the dark, she saw him disappearing into the bathroom. He was soon back with a damp, soapy washcloth, which he used to clean her up. The soap and water stung her, and she couldn’t stop herself from wincing. He must have been observing her because he stopped immediately.
“Did I hurt you, chérie?”
“No, it’s nothing,” she replied, thinking how she still wanted him inside her, hurt or not.
She must have done something because, as she watched, he went from semi-erect to a full, massive hard-on in no time, as if they hadn’t just gone at each other like wild animals.
He gave her a final swipe with the cloth, and then he replaced the cloth with his fingers, feeling her, caressing her there, as if he wanted to know every square inch of her body. She was back to whimpering in need.
He left the bed one more time, and when he returned, he was wearing a condom. Flipping her onto her stomach, he climbed in behind her and brought her onto his thighs, almost in a sitting position. Rubbing his mouth against the back of her neck, he gave her a small bite on the back of her neck and followed it with a swipe of his tongue. She couldn’t hold back her reaction to the pain and the pleasure hitting her at the same time. Her body began to weep as she turned to look at him, bringing her mouth in close proximity to his. She opened her mouth over his and treated him to a bite of her own, which she soothed with her open mouth. He responded by ramming her down onto his cock as he thrust up with his pelvis, impaling her.
She lost it, and grabbing onto the pillow, she pushed back into him. He pushed back with his pelvis, his other hand controlling the force with which he slammed her down onto his penis. He was controlling the movements while he was sitting on his heels. He was pushing into her with such force and so deep that she was afraid he would drive through her. Still, she didn’t want him to stop. Fear snaked through her that she wouldn’t survive the intensity of this sexual encounter, but that didn’t matter, as every nerve ending in her body screamed for release. The only thing that mattered to her was that living jackhammer pounding into her with such passionate fury.
When she thought she would die from the intensity of the moment, he took his left hand and applied pressure on her clit between his two fingers, and she lost it. She went flying into an orgasm that was so powerful she screamed and went rigid in his arms. She felt his cock swelling while her body gripped him in a stranglehold. She felt him stiffen and let out a roar as he claimed his own release. Her muscles began pulsing furiously, squeezing and milking every last drop from him.
Sprawling forward onto the bed, he came down with her because he was still firmly embedded inside her. Her body felt limp, like a rag doll, and she was barely able to catch her breath. She turned to look at him. She was in the thrall of some madness. She had never behaved that way in her life, and her insatiable appetite for this man terrified her.
*****
Raymond leaned over and brushed a kiss to her neck. He felt her tense up, so, ending the kiss, he lay down next to her to give her time to rest and regroup before going at her again. He couldn’t seem to get enough of her. He had a hunger for Gabrielle that was like nothing he’d experienced before.
After having her less than five minutes ago, his dick was jumping again. He’d have to go take a cold shower. He knew she would be in pain after her body temperature cooled down. She was so tight he knew he must have given her a few cuts and abrasions, burrowing into her soft, tender flesh the way he’d done, like a man possessed. Now he was beginning to understand Wolfe’s obsession with his wife. Some women just trigger the hunger in some men, and he’d found his trigger.
He slipped from her body reluctantly and rolled over on to his side, bringing her into the fold of his body. This action brought her soft butt flush against his still semi-erect penis. The sweat was pouring down his body, and he wanted to go at it again. What the hell was wrong with him? He had to get away from her for a bit.
“I’m going to jump into the shower,” he told her, releasing her and getting out of the bed.
“I’m coming with you.”
He didn’t expect her to want to share a shower with him after what he’d just put her through, but he was not about to refuse.
“Come along, then,” he said, lifting her against his body, he walked into the bathroom with her.
“Put me down, Raymond,” she told him. “I can walk.”
“Humor me,” he said. “I want to pamper you. I’m thinking you should be taking a tub bath instead of a shower.”
“No, I want a shower with you. I want to feel the water cascading against your body and mine.”
“Well, when you put it like that, who am I to deny you?”
Turning on the faucet, he adjusted the temperature until he was satisfied before stepping under the water with her. Lowering her to her feet, he allowed the water to run on both of them.
Filling his hand with liquid soap, he applied it to her body, and she did the same to his. Going over all the secret places of her
body had his heavy erection pressing against her slick body from behind.
He couldn’t resist the temptation as he wrapped one arm around her waist, and bending her over, he thrust into her, filling her. She was so hot and slick he expected her to be easier to enter, but, if anything, her body had gotten tighter. He had to push through her folds, stretching her, demanding she accept him. When he was finally fitted to the hilt, he didn’t slam into her as his body was demanding. Instead, he made sweet love to her, loving her body, lapping the water off her back, pressing into her with short, quick strokes. Before long, he felt her coming apart by the whimpering sounds that seemed to signal her release and triggered his own, this time much sooner than he wanted.
He had to leave her alone for a bit. This couldn’t continue. Ending the shower, he wrapped her in a towel and brought her back to the bedroom. Giving her some space, he allowed her to finish drying herself, and after making short work of drying himself, he put on his clothes and walked back to her, fully clothed and respectful once more.
She was lying on the bed underneath the sheet, her eyes closed. Leaning down, he gave her a chaste kiss on her lips. When she opened her eyes, he could see the exhaustion etched on her face.
“I’m leaving. I’ll see you later today, in a couple of hours, but I’ll call you first. Get some sleep.”
Giving her a final kiss, he walked out of her room, a much-changed man from the one he’d been when he had entered.
Chapter Eleven
Too exhausted to hold herself up, Gabrielle couldn’t even bring herself to get up from the bed to put the deadbolt on the door.
What in the world was happening to her? She didn’t seem able to control herself around Raymond. She was no longer a virgin. Granted, she’d had only the one partner, but this insatiable hunger for sex had never been a problem with her. On the contrary, she would have considered herself a bit of a cold fish. She’d always had great difficulty achieving an orgasm, which was why she didn’t like to have sex too often. But if what she’d just done with Raymond was what having great sex was about, then she was caught, hook, line, and sinker.
What was she going to do? She was only supposed to be having fun with Raymond. Yet, even after having all this rough sex and achieving multiple orgasms, she was still hungry for him—she still wanted him inside her. Thank God he’d had the good sense to leave when he did. She’d have worn the man out, although she had the feeling he could hold his own against her and his leaving was for her preservation, not his.
She was asleep before she could count to ten. She didn’t wake until someone was banging on her door. Scrambling off the bed, she found she was still naked, so, wrapping the sheet around herself, she went to the peek hole to see Raymond standing there with one of the hotel staff.
She had to get rid of the staff member. “I was asleep; I’ll be with you in a moment.”
"See?” the woman told him. “I knew it was easily explained away. You worried for nothing.”
"Thanks for your help,” she heard him say to the woman as she was scrambling to get herself in some semblance of order.
She opened the door, invited him in, then she jumped in the shower.
She took her time shampooing her hair and blow-drying it, before going back into the room where Raymond was sitting watching the television.
He got up, came to her and greeted her with a kiss.
“Have you had breakfast?”
“Breakfast?” She didn't even know what time it was, so asked him.
“Time to get out of here, sleepy head. So, are you hungry?”
“Okay,” she told him, “I’m hungry. I’ve not eaten because I overslept.”
“Would you like me to order room service?”
“Yes, that would be nice.”
Walking to the night table, she took up her watch to check the time and was surprised to see it was almost lunchtime. The lunch menu was already available, but she wanted to have breakfast and told him so. Matter of fact, she was in desperate need of some strong coffee.
Sitting across from him while he ordered the food, she didn’t want to think of what they’d done in this room last night. Just thinking about it was enough to get a reaction from her over-stimulated body.
She must have done something because she saw his nostrils flare, and he inhaled deeply. His whole demeanor changed from being relaxed on the chair, and she knew immediately if she remained in the room, they would end up in the bed, so she suggested they go into the lobby to eat.
“Do you think we can still change from room service to eating downstairs?”
“Why?” he asked, giving her a grin.
“I think it would be a good thing to allow housekeeping time to get the room clean.”
“If you say so, chérie. Far be it from me to try to make you change your mind.”
“Good. We are in agreement then, d'accord?”
“D'accord,” he agreed.
She picked up the phone and had no problem changing their breakfast arrangements.
Going into the bedroom, she picked up a pair of jeans and a top to wear. She slipped into a pair of gossamer-fine panties, then pulled on her jeans. She didn’t bother to put on a bra, but she slipped the top over her head and adjusted it over her jeans. With a light dusting of make-up and a bit of lipstick, she was ready. Picking up her bag, she stepped into some brown leather sandals and, taking her hand in his, they walked out of the room. He was rubbing the pulse beating erratically in her wrist. She’d never felt that pulse before. She knew it was there, but it was one of those things she just took for granted. Since meeting Raymond, she was aware of every nerve ending in her body. He triggered them all.
*****
They had just settled down to eat when his cell phone rang. He took it out of his pocket, and she heard him say, “Hey, Wolfe, qu’est-ce quie se passé?
“Yeah, she’ll be happy about that,” she heard him reply to his brother. She hoped they were talking about returning her coat today. She didn’t want to have to ask for it again.
After hanging up the phone, he told her, “That was Wolfe.”
“I gathered as much.”
“He’s taking your coat to his restaurant. If you feel like a drive, I’ll take you there to get it.”
“Would you? Oh, thanks, Ray, you are a darling.” She leaned over and planted a kiss on his mouth.
“I don’t think you should do that, Gabrielle.”
“Why? I'm very grateful that you're taking me to get the coat.”
“I understand you're grateful, but you shouldn’t tease me. I’m nice and calm at the moment. You’ll get him all hot and bothered up with your sweet kisses.”
“Oh, I’m sorry,” she said, tongue in cheek.
“No, you’re not,” he told her, moving her over to his lap and planting a passionate kiss on her.
*****
Raymond was impressed with the way her mood suddenly lifted when she learned she was going to be getting back her coat. She’d not verbalized anything, but he’d seen the change in her demeanor every time he had to give one story after another about why she wasn’t getting her coat. He didn’t see anything exceptional about the coat. It was just an ordinary trench coat, similar to his. As a matter of fact, his coat was a more expensive brand than hers, not including his wallet, which was fully loaded, and then there was his credit card. She, on the other hand, had nothing in her coat but a locked cell phone. He still felt there was something in that coat that was causing her to be so anxious to get it back. Wolfe and Foxx said they’d gone over it with a fine tooth comb and found nothing, but her reactions still made him suspicious.
He was beginning to care for her, and he wanted more than anything for her to be honest with him.
“Do you have a husband waiting for you at home, Gabrielle? Paris? Spain?”
“After what we did last night, you believe I’d have a husband back home and sleep with you? Tell me you don’t think so little of me.”
“I’m so
rry. I just don’t know what to make of you. Every time I think I’ve figured you out, you surprise me with something new. But I’m not going to pursue this line of questioning. You’re here to have a holiday and have some fun while you are at it. I’m your man.”
“That’s good to know because I want you to be my man,” she told him with a wink.
“I’ll hold you to that.”
He needed a stiff drink. Calling the waiter over, he ordered a Bacardi Lime over ice.
“Isn’t it too early to be drinking strong liquor?”
“It’s either strong liquor or we go back to your room and I find more inventive ways to relieve my frustration.”
“What are you frustrated about? I’d have thought after the workout you had you’d be calm, cool, and collected.”
“Keep this up, Gabrielle, and I’m going to let you have it.”
“Okay, please.”
“You’re asking for it.” Taking her hand, he shifted her around so she was sitting in his lap with her back to him. He stood up and began moving toward the elevator. Just then, the waiter returned with his drink and their food, so he sat back down and returned her to her seat, and set about the business of eating. He had to forgo whatever plans he had for her until later.
The food was by no means up to the standards of his brothers’ restaurants, but it was acceptable. There was callaloo soup with crab and delicious conch pie with christophine au gratin. She had an Amadéus for dessert, named after the classical play, Amadéus, and Raymond had moelleux au chocolat. It was a treat for chocolate lovers, and he admitted to having a weakness for chocolate.
“This coffee is delicious, Raymond. I’ll have to take some back with me.”
“Let me know when you’re ready, and I’ll take you to the pier where you can get most things duty free. But I don’t want to talk about you leaving now. You only just got here. What would you like to do for the rest of your day?”
“I’ll leave it up to you, although I want to visit Mount Pelée and some of the other historic sites around the island. Do you want to go swimming?”