He felt his desire growing with each movement she made, the need to touch her soft skin increasing with each passing minute. Moving quickly, he slipped from the chair and headed to his left, away from the pool. Rounding the garden, he entered the pool house from the side door, changed into his trunks, and exited from the same door she'd used minutes before.
Adopting an innocent air, he strolled to the edge of the pool, dropped onto his ass, and flung his legs into the water, creating a soft splash. “Good morning. Enjoying the swim?”
She turned her body to face him, a look of surprise in her eyes. “Greg, I didn’t realize you were here.”
“Mind if I join you?”
Swimming toward the opposite side of the pool, she responded, “No, not at all.”
Her attempt to put distance between them would do her no good, Gregory knew what he wanted, and in spite of their fight last evening, he knew she wanted it too. Pushing himself off the side, he slipped beneath the surface and swam in her direction. With his eyes open, under the water, he could make out the shape of her body ahead. Stopping short of touching her, he surfaced within inches of her. “The water is wonderful.”
“Oui.”
He could tell by the quiver in her voice that his closeness was having the desired effect on her. The look of lust growing in her eyes assured him he had read the situation correctly. Reaching his hand to her face, he brushed a stray strand of hair from her cheek, allowing his fingers to rest gently on her skin for a moment.
“I have not forgotten last night.”
“You are very beautiful.”
“And you are very mean.”
“I did not wish to cause you pain, I was angry and in need.”
“As was I.”
“Forgive me.”
“Perhaps.”
“Tell me beautiful Sophia, how do I make you forget my stupid behavior of last night?”
“Kiss me.”
“I will. Then I’m going to make love to you, beautiful Sophia.”
“Oui.”
He continued. “I’m going to take you in my arms and play your beautiful body until it sings.” The smile, lighting her eyes as well as her mouth, was all the invitation he needed.
Reaching through the water to take her body in his arms, he pressed his lips to hers. Burning desire welled deep inside his loins causing his cock to swell with need. Deepening the kiss, his tongue moved to open her lips allowing him entry. Past her teeth, his tongue explored. Running along the inside of her cheeks, over her tongue, then out again, he pulled her moisture into his mouth. Her tongue followed his on its retreat to begin an exploration of its own.
Pulling her tighter into his body, he carefully kicked his feet to move them to the shallow end of the pool. When his feet met the bottom, he stood, taking her with him. Lifting her up, without allowing their lips to part, he continued to ravage her mouth as he carried her to the chaise lounge, set off to the side of the pool area. It was darker here and they would be shielded from anyone glancing out the windows of the mansion.
Laying her gently on the chaise, he lowered his body onto hers and continued to suck against her mouth. His lips devoured hers, their tongues danced together as their hands began to move over each other’s wet skin.
Releasing her mouth, he pushed up to look into her eyes, “This is your last chance to say no.”
A soft laugh escaped her throat, as she pulled him back onto her chest. “I want you, Greg.”
Needing no other words from her, he swiftly released the tie on her top and pulled it from her body to reveal soft luscious breasts. Using his hand to cup one, he held it tenderly as his lips locked over the nipple to suck. He felt her body arch at the touch of his tongue on her aureole, as she pushed up to drive her breast deeper into his face. Sucking harder, he moved his free hand down her stomach, coming to rest on the rim of her suit bottom. Following the curve, his fingers found the small tie, holding the material in place on her hip. Without looking he worked the knot loose, then moved to the other side to do the same. With both ties free, he simply pulled the small yellow fabric from between her legs, exposing her naked body to his pleasure.
With the flat of his hand, he moved over her hips, up her stomach, then down over her mons. Using his index finger, he dipped into the soft folds of her pussy, his thumb connecting with the nub of her clit. Stroking gently, he continued to suck her breast, steadily increasing the pressure. His finger moving from her clit to push inside the opening of her vulva, then out again to coat her clit in warm juice.
He felt her body start to shudder, the deep sounds of pleasure moving closer to the surface. Releasing her breast, he plunged his fingers deep inside. “I’ve hungered to taste the sweet nectar of you for days now.”
Pushing up on her g-spot, he rolled the hard nub between his finger and the wall of her vagina. “The need to have your pussy sliding over my cock, coating it with warm wet juice from deep inside you, has haunted my dreams.”
Pushing hard, he lifted her ass off the chair as she tried to bear down on his finger, the low-throated cry of pleasure rumbling from deep inside rolled past her lips to split the morning air with her scream. He felt the hot cum flowing onto his finger, as her orgasm started to contract her muscles around him, pulling tightly, sucking his finger deeper into her depth. Pushing up with as much force as he could, he continued to apply pressure on her g-spot, as hot liquid continued to release in waves.
Her screams resonated around the garden; deep animal sounds of pleasure matched her pumping hips as she struggled to dislodge his hand. Not willing to let the orgasm end, Gregory lowered his head to her nipple once again, and drew it into his mouth. Sucking hard, he pulled the tender mound against his tongue and moved his head back, slowly allowing the orb to slide over his teeth. Her body jolted against his. Again and again, hot liquid shot from her g-spot onto his finger. The air around them filled with the primal screams of her climax
As she continued to quiver from the force of her orgasm, he released his hold on her body. Standing beside the chaise, he removed his wet swim trunks and tossed them aside. Returning to the lounge chair and taking her hands in his, he gently eased her to her feet. Placing his hands on her waist, he lifted her, “Wrap your legs around my waist chéri,” he instructed.
Once her heels locked behind his back, her arms around his neck he released his hold and took her weight against his frame. Using his hands, he pulled her pussy lips open and guided his cock inside. Returning his hands to her waist he gently pushed down to lower her pussy onto his erect penis, her soft intake of breath telling him his size would be a tight fit.
With his cock only barely in he waited for her nectar to coat the first inch then pulled her up and off his rod. Taking her weight with his neck muscles again, he pumped his fingers inside to coat them with her honey, transferring the moisture to his cock before again pushing her pussy down onto his shaft.
As his cock slid home, her juices gushed, making it easier to slip deep inside. He drove his cock against her walls and waited for her muscles to relax around him. Her breathing was shallow as she grew accustomed to his large penis deep in her folds.
“Oh Dieu.”
He laughed, “Not a God darling, just very fortunate.”
“As am I.”
Knowing her vagina could take his length he began a slow, steady lifting and dropping of her body. His hands at her waist, he lifted her up, pulling her off his cock, then dropped her back down hard, driving his rod deep to her wall. Her breast brushed his lips and tongue on each upward movement. He controlled the force of her descent; quickening the pace every few seconds until her muscles were unable to relax between thrusts and locked tight against his shaft.
His legs straining to hold her weight, while pumping her up and down on his cock, he inhaled deeply as he felt the blood pounding, driving the jizzim up and ejecting it into her pussy. Again, and again his cum exploded into her depth, mingling with hers as she climaxed. The sound of their effort
s surrounded them, breath pulled from tortured lungs, screams of pleasure filling the air, bodies coated with sweat, cum dripping between his feet.
Shooting a last bit of cum, his cock became very sensitive, as a shudder ripped through his body. Unable to continue he wrapped his arms around her tight and lowered their bodies to the soft cool grass, releasing his hold on her the moment his back touched the ground. His muscles quivered, as the force of his climax overwhelmed his senses, his body trying hard to relax as the sun crept higher in the sky, casting a ray of warmth to touch his body.
* * * *
Just as dawn crested over the eastern hills, Pierre arrived in his office. The masquerade ball last evening was a huge success with many of the guests still lingering downstairs. He was tired, yet knew he needed to make this call before going to bed. Sitting behind his desk, he dialed Sam’s cell number and waited for him to pick up.
“Hello.”
“Morning Sam.”
“Hell it’s afternoon here, Pierre. How was the ball?”
“Great, too bad you missed it. How are things there?”
“Interesting would be the wrong word to describe just how strange things are.”
“What is going on?”
“How long do you have?”
“As long as it takes.”
“First you’ll be happy to know I’ve discovered Victoria was as faithful to Jason as he was to her.”
“My God. It worked Sam; she would only hold back if she truly loved him.”
“Don’t get too excited, I doubt if Jason knows it.”
“Perhaps it would be best if you told me all of it, from the beginning.”
“The last thing I expected when I landed in Nassau was to find Victoria sitting at the bar downstairs. I did not even get a chance to fill Jase in on things before she knocked on my door. God it was so good to see her.”
“How does she look?”
“As beautiful as ever, more tired, less happy than she was four months ago, but she seems to be taking things well.”
“Where has she been all these months?”
“According to her, after arriving in Nassau she never left. She spent those first few days in Key West. Apparently, the evening at the Two Hearts Club involved nothing more than a discussion with the owner about a swinger’s party in Tahiti. I think she said his name if Alfred.”
“Oui, Fred has been a friend for a long time. About every three years we join his membership for a week of naked romping in Tahiti.”
“Can’t wait, sounds like a lot of fun.”
“So she spent the entire night at the club talking business.”
“Hard to believe, but it seems to be the way of it. She did some shopping in St. Thomas, took a small cruise ship to Nassau. I am surprised Green was unable to find the information on her departure. She told me she had switched to cash but was still using her real name. Same thing at the club here, she is checked in as Victoria Lane.”
“Sam, you know the closed nature of this society and so does she. I cannot believe she thought any of the people we associate with would break her confidence or reveal her location.”
“True. However, I do not believe she was thinking very well at the time. She truly expected Jason to find her quickly. When he didn’t show up after the first couple of weeks she slipped into a depression, thinking he didn’t feel for her what she felt for him.”
“Childish, stupid and childish.”
“Therein is the problem, Pierre. She knew this and knew everyone else would feel the same. Said she could not face things there, not without him. Knew she had allowed her unreasonable fears to run away and could not bring herself to come home to deal with it. She’s spent the last three and a half months convincing herself Jason didn’t love her.”
“She knows better. This is so unlike her; what happened to my strong, intelligent business partner?”
“She fell in love, Pierre. Once she realized it was a waste of time to sit on this beach any longer, she decided to return home and find a way to get Jason back. She really did have plans to call you and return home before I stumbled on her lair.”
“And now? What is happening now?”
“This is where things get a little dicey. Jason lost his mind on the drive from the airport to the hotel and drank an entire bottle of Absolut. By the time he arrived he was drunk off his ass.”
“Christ, he hasn’t had a drink in months. Whatever possessed him to get drunk when he was finally within reach of his goal?”
“If he ever explains it to me, I’ll let you know. Last night was not pretty. We carried him to the room, dropped his ass on the bed and, oh God, was Tori hot. Jason made some very crude advances all of which simply pissed her off further. After we got him tucked in she spent the next hour getting drunk herself.”
“Merveilleux, two drunken idiots on your hands.”
“I was given little choice Pierre. Tori didn’t leave much room for argument when she gave me three options for dealing with the situation.”
“Three?”
“Yes, she told me I could have Mark fly her back to Vegas, find something heavy so she could beat the shit out of Jase, or let her get drunk. I poured until she passed out, then I put her to bed.”
“Damn. Where are they now?”
“Jase woke up at about four this morning…still drunk and acting like a jerk. I poured several pots of hot coffee down his throat, he took three showers and when he left seemed to be about over the hangover, although still very angry.”
“Left? Where the hell did he go?”
“To her room.”
“Oh merde?”
“It’s been five hours and he’s still not back, maybe a good sign.”
“Or they’ve killed each other.”
“I think if that were the case, someone would have called me.”
“Is there any way to find out what is going on in there?”
“Sure, I can walk down the hall and knock, but I’m not going to. We have done all we can, Pierre. It is up to them to make it work from here. Jase is still very angry and I know Tori is still livid. I expect they will fight it out and hopefully come to the other side still in love.”
“Are you staying in Nassau?”
“No, I’ve already called Mark. I am going back to St. Thomas for a few days, then I am going to find a willing woman, a nice dark bar, get drunk, and fuck her brains out. So far this vacation sucks.”
“You will let the office know where I can find you.”
“Suzette will have the numbers. If you need to find me she will know how to contact me.”
Chapter 16
How did it go so wrong? Words spoken in the heat of a moment, cruel angry words to destroy a lifetime of happiness. For what? His fury faded, replaced by blinding pain. Things were out of control, the realization penetrated deep in his heart. Unable to bear the sound of her crying, he turned away from her tear-streaked face to leave. The sound of her voice stopped him.
“Jason.”
Saying a silent prayer he turned back, “It does not matter.”
“Yes.”
Sitting on the bed next to her, he took her hand in his. “Victoria, my beautiful, beautiful angel, it does not matter. I had no right to ask.”
“Yes, I love you.”
He wiped a tear from her cheek, “Shh…you do not have to say it.”
“I love you Jason and I was faithful.”
“I never meant to cause you pain my love.” Lifting her wrist to his lips, he gently kissed the red marks his fingers left on her flesh. “I’m so sorry.”
“Did you hear me? I love you.”
“I heard you angel.” His fingers traced over the angry red welts. His heart ached because of the pain he'd inflicted. Leaning forward he kissed the wet trail of her tears. “I’m sorry.” She did not pull back, her body no longer shivering, he felt her fingers on the front of his shirt. The buttons opened as she pushed her way to a sitting position and slid the material off his shoul
ders. Lightly brushing his lips over hers he stood and removed his pants, before joining her on the bed.
She opened her arms to welcome him to her. Straddling her body, his arms beside her head, his knees resting by her hips, he lowered his head to her nipple. Kissing first one, running his tongue over the nub than moving to the other, he danced his tongue over her breasts. Moving his head lower, he shifted his body down to allow his tongue to continue tracing over her skin. Lower he moved until his lips found her clit, his tongue flicking over her shaved mons and dipping into her pussy. Moving his body flat on the bed, he pushed her legs up to bend at the knees and spread them to open her body to his mouth.
Delving his tongue into her honey, he tasted her sweetness. As in his dreams of the last four months, he played her clit and labia running circles between the two. Sucking her clitoris into his mouth, he held it there flicking his tongue over the tip, drinking in the juices flowing from her pussy. His need was building as her body responded to each touch of his tongue, her hips moving slowly up, driving her pussy tight to his face.
Unable to control the need to slip his cock into her warmth, he pushed himself up on his knees. Planting his arms to hold his weight he pumped his legs straight until he was in a push-up position over her. Holding his body taut, he dropped his head to deliver her juice from his tongue to hers. She pulled his tongue into her mouth and sucked gently, drawing the sweet nectar of her pussy to mingle with his taste.
As the kiss deepened, he lowered his hips, pressing his cock between her legs and slid past her clit to find the opening. Pushing up he drove the tip between her vulva and continued his slow forward thrust. Her muscles pressed tight against his shaft, pulling him deeper and deeper. Her wetness made his entry smooth and warm. Penetrating to the base of his shaft, he held for a moment before starting to pump his hips.
With his arms locking his body at an angle on top of her, he could look into her eyes and watch the desire ignite as his movements fell into a steady cadence. Rocking up and down he plunged his rod in and out until the muscles of his arm knotted with the effort. Her head tilted back, her eyes closed, he watched as the primal sound issued from her throat, her hips pumping hard to meet each downward thrust of his hips. In perfect time, his hips descending to meet her upward push as his cock continued to slam in and out of her pussy.
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