“A reluctant one,” he said wryly. “Answer the question,” he stated, sounding very serious and Olivia saw a brief glimpse of how imposing Juan could be.
“Yes, I want this. I want you more than I have ever wanted anything in my life,” she replied earnestly.
Olivia saw a smirk tug at Juan’s lips and then they were on hers again, this time with unbridled desire. He held her tightly against his hard body as his lips explored her. He kissed her mouth, her neck, her earlobe. Olivia had never felt anything like it--her entire body was alive with want and need. She couldn’t be close enough to him, she couldn’t have enough of her body touching his. Juan’s hand ran up her back and knotted in her hair pulling her into him passionately.
He continued to kiss her as he leaned her back on the bed. He rose up on his elbow and held her gaze while he began unlacing the intricate layers of material which adorned her. He unwrapped her as if she were a precious gift, taking his time and giving her every chance to change her mind.
With the luxurious feelings of warmth running through her body, there was no way that Olivia was changing her mind. She needed Juan. Though she knew little of what went on between a man and a woman, she knew she needed him inside her very essence. She was suddenly thankful that she had a seasoned man for her first time, god knows they didn’t need two clueless fools stumbling their way through lovemaking.
“You’ll tell me what to do?” she asked quietly, as his hand began stroking up from her ankle, then to her calf, her knee, her thigh...he nodded and his fingers deftly undid the tie on her stocking and slid it down her leg.
“I will be gentle. It may hurt a little at first, but I will make certain you are well taken care of,” he grinned at her and began undoing the other stocking. His hand grazed her thigh while he glided the stocking down her leg and she shuddered with desire.
Breathlessly she nodded, “I trust you.”
Juan ran his fingers up and down her leg while he continued to kiss her deeply. She grew accustomed to his touch and he then began to slowly remove her dress layers and corset until she was left in only her chemise. Though Olivia felt vulnerable, she also felt powerful and desired. His adoration in her body made her feel her body was worthy of his adoration. She bit her lower lip as he shifted off of her to pull his shirt over his head. She then noted the rippling strength of his core. His stomach was ridged with muscle and his shoulder and arms were massive. Several scars adorned his body, but they seemed to add interest and intrigue to his perfectly sculpted form.
Olivia only had a vague notion of the act of love and was unprepared for what followed. She watched with anxious excitement as Juan slowly began to untie the laces at the top of her chemise. When he was finished her breasts were nearly exposed, she resisted the urge to cover herself. He moved a hand toward the opening of her chemise and moved the fabric aside to reveal her swollen mounds. Her nervous breaths shifted her chest up and down and Juan watched with lustful anticipation.
Then he moved his hand beneath the fabric and cupped her plentiful bosom in his large hand. She sighed with pleasure as his hand worshipped her beautiful fullness. His thumb gently rubbed back and forth manipulating her nipple. She moaned for the sheer feel of his hands on her body. His other hand traced down her leg and then beneath her chemise. He feathered his hand up to her thigh until he cupped her womanhood.
Juan used the heel of his hand to cautiously circle her most delicate parts, as he moved his mouth to her nipple. He sucked and licked and teased until she was nearly panting with want. Something was beginning to happen between her legs and she realized she was becoming wet with ecstasy. Juan moved his mouth back to her ear, and quietly laughing, whispered, “I’ve just begun.”
Then, he planted his mouth firmly on hers and began to thrust his tongue in her mouth with savage need. She met his rhythm and used her tongue to explore his mouth as well. Olivia’s eyes grew wide as he then moved his fingertips to her opening. At first he stroked her nether lips with his fingers. She moaned into his mouth and deepened her kiss. Next, he tenderly used the tip of his finger to move in and then out again. He continued to nudge a little deeper every few thrusts and Olivia thought she might die from desire.
“I didn’t know love-making would be like this,” she exclaimed breathlessly into his ear as he dove his finger further still.
Juan slid his finger all the way in and out now. After a few more movements, he gingerly circled a second finger near her opening.
Olivia sighed, “I don’t think I can handle any more,” as she continued to undulate her hips with his masterful fingers.
Juan paused for a moment and rose. He undid his breeches and released his full manhood. Olivia had never seen anything like it! A gargantuan cock stood solidly erect and the sheer size terrified her. Juan leaned over her to fully remove the chemise and get a good look at her luscious body, pearly white in the candlelight of the room.
He moved on top of her and began kissing her again. Then, he nibbled her earlobe and said, “You see you will need to handle my fingers and quite a bit more if you want to continue.”
Olivia saw the grin on his face and quietly said, “I’m not certain you’ll fit.”
“Trust me, your body will stretch to accommodate my size if I am doing my job,” he reassured her.
He kissed her again, and she relaxed a bit into his touch. He kissed down her neck to her breasts and then to her navel. He paused a moment and then with a naughty grin and a mischievous look in his dark eyes his mouth moved lower. He kissed his way through her dark hair and then kissed the lips of her womanhood. When she gasped he licked and then blew air across her delicate folds. He toyed with and teased her until he finally thrust his tongue deep within her, sucking and licking her delicate sides. He worked her with his tongue until she cried out and bit his shoulder in pure bliss as he repeatedly brought ripples of rapture through her body.
Juan smiled as he licked his lips and returned to kissing her breasts and then he thrust his tongue into her mouth and his fingers returned to her entrance. He carefully slid one finger in her to touch her most secret place. When he felt her becoming wet again, he gently added a second finger into her eager entrance. He glided his fingers in and out, and used his thumb to rub her folds. Olivia felt like she was under water and couldn’t get air to her lungs. He removed his fingers and Olivia looked incensed, “Don’t stop,” she begged, her voice almost a croak as she tried to form her words.
Juan nodded and kissed her hard as he slowly worked his massive cock into her. She cried out in discomfort as her womanhood was strained and stretched. He covered her mouth with a deep kiss. “That is the worst of it, you’re doing well,” he consoled her. She gasped in the place between pleasure and pain. When he felt her body beginning to slacken and start to move with him again, he pushed slightly further into her. Again she moaned. “Are you okay?” he asked, concern clouding the heady look in his eyes.
She smiled and nodded to him, “Yes, please don’t stop.”
He eased further into her and she squeaked and panted, then coaxed him further by moving her hips forward towards him. He was beginning to feel the slow burn that quickly ignites to his release. He tried to focus on his breathing to slow the process for Olivia. However, she frowned and moved and wriggled against him making it very hard for him to steady his building tension. He eased in and out of her until finally his entire shaft was encased within her.
Olivia was no longer feeling anything but fulfillment and she began to become more adventurous. She moved her hand down to cup his rock-hard ass. Juan moved more quickly and kissed her passionately. Then she moved her fingers between bodies to touch the very base of his shaft. Juan kissed her more fiercely still, and buried himself deep within her, thrusting and pounding into her until both were just at the edge of release. He held her while she dug her nails into his shoulders barely able to hang onto consciousness. He breathed more loudly and she whimpered until finally, he gave one final, monumental thrust. The grow
l that emanated from his lips sounded almost feral and matched her gasp.
He collapsed on top of her, trying to normalize his breathing. “Are you okay?” he inquired, running a finger up and down her arm.
She rolled to her side, facing away from him, “Yes,” she said quietly.
He laughed, “Don’t sound so sullen. That is truly the worst of it...it will only get better.”
“I didn’t think it would be like that. I didn’t really know what to expect, but I didn’t think I would enjoy it so much.” She sounded almost guilty.
“Then why do you sound so miserable?” he asked, pulling her to his body and kissed her head.
“Because now I am ruined. No one will ever want me,” she whispered quietly, sounding on the verge of tears.
“You silly woman, what suggested that I did not want you?” he asked unbelievingly.
“Of course you wanted me in the moment, but what is going to make you want me again? You’ve already had me,” she said emphatically.
“Yes, I’ve had you. And I will keep having you as long as you’ll have me. I have much to teach you,” he grinned and kissed her forehead. “Now, try and get some sleep. Your lessons begin tomorrow.” Juan encased her in his protective arms and it wasn’t long before they both nodded off to sleep.
Chapter Six
The next morning, Olivia awoke satiated and sore. She glanced around the cabin looking for Juan, but he wasn’t there. A small piece inside her broke at waking up alone. She put her chemise back on and then laid there reliving the moments of last night’s tryst, remembering all the sensations he had brought out in her. As much as she knew she should, Olivia could not bring herself to feel guilt. She had done what she had done and had enjoyed every moment of it. Well, almost every moment...she did not appreciate waking up in solitude.
As if on cue, there was a brief rapping at the door and then it creaked open to reveal Juan carrying a tray. When he saw her, his heart-melting smile returned to his face. “I will never tire of seeing your face,” he said, his accent making the words dance from his lips to her ears.
“And I, yours,” Olivia responded, coyly.
“I apologize I wasn’t back before you awoke. I didn’t want to leave you alone, but I thought you might be hungry,” he nodded towards the tray as he set it on the side table.
At his words, Olivia realized that she was indeed very hungry. She smiled and nodded, “Yes, thank you.” She noted that though he was glorious without his clothes, he looked rather attractive fully clothed as well. These thoughts were skirting through her mind when she realized that he had asked her a question. “I’m sorry, what did you say?”
He laughed at her bemused expression, “I asked how you were feeling this morning,” he restated, almost shyly.
She blushed a little before she answered, “Fine, I mean I am a bit sore, but fine.”
The two of them quietly ate their breakfast, few words between them. Suddenly, Olivia had had enough of the charade, with a raised voice she burst forth, “I am quite done with the niceties, I demand to know what your intentions are for me,” her fork clattered on the platter.
Juan sat back trying to mask a smile, amused by her forthrightness, “My intentions are to finish eating my breakfast,” he winked at her. “I haven’t thought much past that.”
Olivia fumed, she was trying to get some clarity as to her situation and he was mocking her. She breathed through her nostrils and then tried again, “I am certain this is something that you do all the time, but this is uncharted territory for me and I am not entirely sure where I stand.”
“Miss Clairmond, your assumptions about my female interactions are insulting, on what are you basing these allegations?” he asked, feigning shock.
Making sure to keep her voice level, she spoke through clenched teeth, “I am basing it on the fact that you seemed to be very skilled in the act of lovemaking--”
“Well, thank you,” he interrupted nodding his head in acknowledgement.
“I wasn’t finished,” she glared, “and I am not foolish enough to think that I personally matter a bit to you,” she said softly. “So, again I ask, where does that leave me? Are you dropping me off at the next deserted island? Are you passing me around to the crew? Are you planning to kill me--”
“Miss Clairmond, I am going to stop you right there, because now you actually are beginning to anger me. How have I given you the impression that you do not matter to me?” he asked without sarcasm coloring his tone.
“Well, I guess you have been very kind under the circumstances,” she said earnestly. But I am clearly not the first woman who has graced your bed, and I don’t see anyone else around--so obviously you intend to dispose of me somehow.”
“And how do you know that this parade of women did not choose to leave of their own accord?” he asked seductively, holding her gaze with his dark eyes.
She went silent and averted her eyes, looking downcast. Juan leaned in and lifted her chin up until she was looking in his eyes. “Because who would choose to leave you?” she said almost inaudibly, entranced by his smoldering gaze.
He smirked, then inclined to close the remaining distance between them. He kissed her in adoration. And suddenly, with this one action, Olivia felt all her walls fall again. Juan kissed her tenderly and held her cheek in his hand. He pulled away long before Olivia was ready for him to. “I’m sorry, but there are some things I need to take care of. I will be back as soon as I can,” as he finished the final words and before she realized what was happening, he had slipped two ties around her wrists and had secured her to the bed again.
Juan saw the look of disbelief on Olivia’s face when she realized what had happened, again. “I can’t be distracted worrying that you’ve tried to escape again.” He grinned at her and closed the door just as some very unladylike words came surging forward from her pouty lips.
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To his credit Juan did not leave her for long. However, all of Olivia’s thoughts were currently focused on the aspects of his character which discredited him. She thought of all they had shared and done the night before and still could not believe that she was again trussed up like a goose in his bed.
Finally, there were brisk footsteps outside the door and he entered bringing with him the smell of fresh sea air. His face and forearms were sun-kissed. Despite the extreme anger she felt towards him, Olivia couldn’t stop the visions of his toned and tanned body dancing through her mind. She had to make a conscious effort to shift her face from enticement to a glare.
“How are you, my dear? Have you calmed down a bit?” he inquired genially, crossing the room to sit on the edge of the bed. “Things are in order for when we reach the port, so I have a little time available now to continue our conversation...or other things,” he added with a heady, husky voice.
Olivia tried very hard to maintain her composure. “I believe you were about to tell me what is to become of me,” she started for him.
“Ah, yes. There seems to be a great deal of concern for your future,” he stated mockingly. “Sadly, I do not know the future, but I imagine you are safe as long as you cooperate,” he added with a strict undercurrent.
“What exactly does that mean?” she asked innocently, widening her eyes at him.
“It means that you listen to me and follow my orders, just like everyone else on this ship. If you’re told to stay in the cabin, you stay, rather than try to escape,” a wry expression covered his handsome face. “It’s in your best interest.”
Olivia took a deep breath. It was time to engage her newest plan. “I have had a great deal of time to think today and I have come to realize that, well, that...you were right. I’m sorry for trying to escape. I realize that you are just trying to keep me safe, and I should not have disobeyed,” she said with downcast eyes.
Juan leaned back a little skeptically. “Well, we seem to have an understanding,” he leaned in to untie her binding, and then pulled back. “You do realize that if you’re ly
ing to me, or if you try to escape there will be consequences,” he stated, rather than asked, his accent thick. Olivia widened her eyes and nodded almost imperceptibly.
He undid her ties and she slowly lowered her hands, rubbing her wrists. She cast her eyes up through her thick, dark eyelashes and saw the lustful look on his face. She licked her lips, leaned in, and kissed him. Juan grabbed her and pulled her tightly to him. His hand laced in her hair as he powerfully kissed her. Olivia could barely breath she was so overcome with want. He stroked a hand down her back and cupped underneath her buttocks and lifted her onto his lap.
Olivia gave a small gasp as she felt his massive cock between her thighs. She found her body writhing and riding him in time with his kisses. Juan made a low growl as he easily lifted her from his lap. He pulled his shirt over his head and began frantically unlacing his breeches. Olivia just watched as his muscled torso and body emerged. She then began unlacing her chemise and he impatiently pulled it over her head.
Juan admired Olivia’s fine form. He began with her head of full dark curls and worked his way down to her large deep, velvety blue eyes. Then to her delicate nose, full lips, and tiny chin. Down further, he appreciated her full breasts topped with small-buttoned strawberry nipples. Her frame was petite and her waist was narrow. Her legs were long and beautifully-shaped. She was a striking woman, even if she was a nuisance.
As Juan stood at the edge of the bed, Olivia saw him eyeing her up and down. Her eyes were level to his enormous cock. He smirked as she tentatively moved forward and reached her fingers out to touch it. She ran her index finger over the smooth, velvety skin which encased the hard shaft beneath. She was fascinated.
Then, hesitantly, she tried to wrap her hand around his cock, but her fingers couldn’t touch. Juan, who had been quietly laughing watching her exploration of his body, suddenly stopped with a sharp intake of breath as she touched his most sensitive places. Upon seeing his reaction, she squeezed a little harder. “Ahh, gentle, gentle, my dear--you don’t want to damage me,” he whispered with a heavy accent. Olivia was enjoying the feeling of empowerment as she saw his reaction to her touch. She began stroking him slowly at first, moving her hands up and down his hard shaft. He began breathing more heavily and she had another thought.
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