by Livia Ellis
“What now?” Henna asked after he signed the check and passed it back to the waitress. “I want to spend the night with you, but both of us have family arriving. I'm not sure I want my parents to know I hooked up with my sister's father-in-law in a bar at the Miami airport. I don't mind that they know we clicked, but maybe not immediately. What do you think?”
This was what he liked about her. One of the things. If she wanted him, she let him know. “We're across the hall from each other. We owe it to Eden and Romeo to be discreet for a few days. Besides, my parents are due to arrive sometime this evening from London.”
“So, sneaking around like a couple of teenagers? Wear a path in the carpet between our rooms?”
“Sounds like fun.” He pulled out his phone. “Give me your number just in case we need to coordinate.” He handed over his phone ready for her to enter her contact details.
“Put yours in mine.” She passed her phone to him.
As he typed in his name, a text popped up at the top of the screen. “Simon is annoyed you have no hot water. Do you live together?”
His phone was passed back to him. “He's staying at my place.” Her hand hovered over the table, waiting for her phone.
Reluctantly, he passed it back. He sat and watched as she responded to the text. Jealousy, like he hadn't felt since before Pilar had died, made another sudden reappearance. The feeling startled and amused him. It was the third time Henna had generated that feeling in him. He had no place to feel jealous. He didn't even know the circumstances behind this man being in Henna's home. But, friend or no, he didn't like the fact they were so intimate.
“Done.” Her phone was dropped in her bag. “So?” She smiled at him in anticipation. “My room or yours?”
“Yours.” He picked up her hand and kissed the inside of her wrist. Without a word, he rose from the table with her hand in his. They walked in from the terrace, and immediately he spotted six people he knew very well. “Henna.” He pulled her back quickly until they were out of sight of the bar hidden behind a pillar and a few potted plants. “Your choice. Do you want to meet my parents, my brother, my daughter, Romeo, and Eden now or sneak around the front of the hotel and try to avoid them at all costs?”
She peered around the pillar and through the potted plants. “Cripes. They're all there. Let's sneak around the front of the hotel and try to avoid them at all costs. We'll have enough family to contend with starting tomorrow. Besides, there are things I want to do to you now and not after an hour of cocktails and conversation with family.”
“We were meant for each other.” He kissed her quickly on the cheek. “You can deny the existence of destiny all you want, but I know the truth.”
“How do we get out of here?”
He took her hand and started to walk back the way they had come. They walked down a flight of stairs to a pathway along the beach. They were in the clear. “I truly hope you don't think less of me because I don't want to see my family at this moment.”
“Not at all.” Her hand gave his a squeeze. “We're having a perfect night. Let's not tempt fate.”
“Tempt fate?”
“Did I really just say that? You are clearly having an effect on me.”
He stopped her with a tug of her hand then spun her towards him. He bent and kissed her as his free hand grasped her bare upper arm. “Am I having an effect on you?”
“Yes.”
“Tell me what you want. Don't be shy. Release that control you seem to love. Just tell me what you want without fear.”
Henna closed her eyes for a moment as she took a deep breath. He could feel the internal struggle in her energy as she fought against her natural instinct to keep him at a safe distance and to protect her secret self. “You promise you won't laugh at me?” She looked up at him with her large eyes.
“Never.”
“I want to just surrender,” she said. “I don't know how to explain. I don't want to be passive. I just want more of what you gave me earlier. It was like...” She looked away from him and out at the sea. “I didn't feel the pressure to have to simultaneously be a slut, porn-star, virgin, sex-kitten, and dominatrix when we were together.”
“That's a lot of pressure,” he agreed. “You don't have to be any of those things. Unless you want to of course, and personally, I'd prefer just one at a time. Dominatrix sounds interesting, but not tonight. Although sex-kitten-slut might be fun together. Tonight, we can just be ourselves. You can relax let me make love to you. No pressure to perform.”
“That's it,” she said. “The pressure to perform. How can I possibly enjoy sex if I feel like I'm being graded on my enthusiasm, energy, flexibility, and creativity?”
“Henna...” He laughed as he put his arm around her and pulled her near. They began walking along the beach again, alone in their own private world. “In a way, I'm very happy you had a life full of selfish and immature lovers up to this point. If nothing else, I will never suffer from performance anxiety, trying to live up to previous expectations.”
The room was quiet and dark, except for the lights from the bay and the moonlight coming through the still open balcony doors when they entered together. Eduardo wondered if Henna felt as comfortable and at ease as he did, moving together through the moments of the day like it was perfectly normal for them to return to a single room at the end of an evening. Going to his room would have felt awkward and strange. Although he'd dropped his bags in the room across the hall, it didn't feel like his room.
Henna moved around, adjusting curtains, turning on lights, turning off lights, and pulling down the covers on the bed that had been freshly made after they'd left the room. She took the chocolates off the pillows and slipped one into her mouth. He envied the chocolate. Her actions didn't have the fussy, nervous energy they'd had the first time she'd inspected the room. He knew she was being her true self as she made the room just as she liked it before bed.
He made a mental note of the fact the room had no flowers. “Do you like flowers?”
“Of course I like flowers,” she said. “I'm taking your chocolate.” She popped his chocolate into her mouth on her way past him.
He reached for her arm, tugged her to him, bent her back, and placed his mouth against hers. He slipped his tongue into her mouth and captured what remained of his chocolate. He set her back on her feet. “I happen to be very fond of chocolate.” He gave her ass a smack. “And don't tolerate thievery.”
Henna yelped as she laughed. “Ouch!” She held her hands to her bottom.
“Did I hurt you?” he asked quickly. He'd given her a good swat, but he didn't think it had been too hard.
“No. Yes. But...” She gave him a wink. “That doesn't mean I deserve it. Too bad you don't have any more chocolate I can steal from you.”
He added large quantities of chocolate to the mental list of things the room was lacking.
His trousers were uncomfortably tight as he bent over her and pressed his mouth to hers. Her tongue sought his as her strong arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer. Taking her hand in his, he pressed it against his aching cock through the fabric of his trousers. She took the initiative and started to explore. Since they'd left the room before dinner, he'd wanted her again. His balls ached and his cock throbbed. Her touch tortured him.
“Get your clothes off,” she told him. Her hand touched his face for a brief moment then trailed off as she moved away. “I'll be back in a moment.”
He grabbed her hand before she disappeared and kissed her fingers. After she'd slipped into the bathroom, he did as instructed and removed his clothing. He left his underwear on, purely because he wanted her to remove them.
The breeze coming through the open window brushed over his body like a caress. Laying on the bed, waiting for a lover, anticipating what would come—he'd found paradise again. As he fell into bed, landing on the cool sheets, his body ached with a longing he didn't know could ever be satiated. Sighing, he raised his head, throttled the pillow, and then
let it drop again. Out the doors and past the balcony, the moon was milky, white, and pure in the night sky. Sounds of the night floated in along with the breeze off of the sea below.
As he lay there, his legs twitched restlessly. His body demanded he ease the ache that threatened to make him scream in frustration. Either purposefully or by accident, Henna forcing him to wait for her attention pushed him to a point that she could ask him for anything and he'd more than likely move a mountain to get it for her.
Closing his eyes, he stretched his legs down, then pulled up his knees, allowing his legs to fold comfortably open. He bent one arm behind his head, then let his fingers crawl down his stomach until he reached the band of his underwear and his cock was exposed to the night. He changed his mind about having her remove his underwear. It was gone with a quick tug and a toss to the side.
He stretched his nude body, working, moving, and pulling his muscles. His stiff cock pointed straight to the ceiling. It wanted Henna to get out of the bathroom as much as the rest of him did. The bed moving from the pressure of her joining him made his cock twitch and him smile.
“You weren't starting without me, were you?” Her nightie was pale and colorless in the moonlight. A wicked smile brushed her lips.
“No,” he said. “Never.”
She bent down to kiss him. When her mouth bypassed his and went for his cock, he nearly came. The tingle of pleasure her lips created as she toyed with the tip, and only the tip, sent a shock down his body equaled to the thrill he'd experienced the first time her mouth had taken him.
She pulled back, and he saw the tilt of her smile as she looked him fearlessly in his eyes. “I just don't know what I want to do to you yet,” she said. “Do I want to suck you off? Do I want to get on top of you and ride? Do I just want to lie on my back and let you have your way with me? What do I want?”
“Whatever you want you can have,” he said.
Her hand released him, then she fell on her back. “Ravage me like you're some undersexed horny sailor that hasn't seen a woman for four months. No. Make that six months.”
He bit his bottom lip to stop himself from laughing. “Am I allowed to laugh when you say things like that?”
“I wish you would,” she said. “I never say things like that. But with you, I don't know what comes over me. I say ridiculous things and I act like someone else. I don't recall hitting my head, but then maybe I did and I just don't remember.”
He leaned over her, partially covering her body with his. Her tongue sought his as her toned arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer. After a moment, he moved to his knees and found a place between her legs.
The flimsy piece of cotton she wore was pretty and unnecessary. He wanted to rip it off her. He also knew if he shredded another piece of her lingerie in a moment of passion, she very well might strangle him with it. Instead, he pushed it up and out of the way.
With her nightgown bunched around her waist, he went exploring. He placed his hands on her feet then walked his fingers upwards until he brushed the firmness of her thighs, the smoothness of her hips, and the pert roundness of her breasts, finishing with a flourish as he pulled her nightdress over her head letting it fly to the floor.
“You're very pretty,” he said. “Do you know how pretty you are?”
“No,” she said. “But I'm so much more than pretty.”
“That you are sweetheart.” He pushed her legs apart until they lay spread against the bed. His nose nuzzled the her pussy. “You smell like summer.” With his tongue, he ran a line from one end of her slit to the other. The involuntary twitch of her body with accompanying gasp made him grin. “And you taste like honey.”
He leaned back against his heels and gazed down at her. As he stroked one finger down her slit, inching deeper with each pass, her legs moved restlessly against the mattress. Her hips tilted upward, encouraging him to work harder and faster as her hand covered his, pressing it against her clit.
“Henna.” He smiled. There was nothing quite like an eager lover to make his work more pleasant. “Can you just let me be in charge right now? I know what I'm doing.”
Henna moaned but released his hand. To assure he would be able to proceed uninterrupted, he took her hands and placed them behind her head. Her pink tipped nipples thrust upward, tempting him to distraction from the task at hand.
He returned his finger to her sensitive flesh of her pussy, running it around the rim in smaller circles each pass until it slid effortlessly into her opening. She was snug and hot around him, her clenching muscles threatening to take his finger off. Her hips twitched involuntarily, encouraging him to stroke her. Henna was definitely not the woman for a man who was insecure in his own ability to please.
She growled with displeasure when he removed his finger then purred with delight when he inserted two. He slid them out then plunged them back inside as the pad of his thumb pressed against the hard nub of her clit. Her climax was growing. He could feel it in the movements of her body, the rapidness of her breath, and the speed of her blood coursing through her veins. Her passage closed around him, pulling him deeper. His own desire thudding inside him was tamped down, at least momentarily. Her pleasure was his primary goal—at least at that moment. In time, he would find his release, but not before he brought her to the climax she so wanted.
“More,” she whispered, moving against his fingers. He withdrew his fingers, widening then gently as they gradually slid out. Before she could protest, he lowered his mouth to her wet sex, breathing in the heady aroma of her desire. With his fingers, he parted her labia and slipped his tongue into the top of her cleft, drawing a line through the cream then returning to the bundle of nerves of her clit. Beginning gently, he swirled his tongue as one finger returned to her passage. When her fingers dove into his hair, he lashed at her with his tongue. She shuddered and trembled as she cried out, her first orgasm shuddering her body. While her body recovered, he cupped his hand against her sex squeezing as her muscles convulsed.
“Marvelous,” Henna sighed, lying back against the pillows. “What's next?”
He reached inside the nightstand and snatched up a condom. “Why do you have the giant bag of condoms?”
“My brother is a total slut,” she said. “They're for him. It's a joke. Never mind. There is a story I'll tell you some other time.”
Chapter Seven
Henna's bedside phone jangled in her ear, waking her from the most delicious sleep she'd had in as long as she could remember. Eduardo rolled over, and his hand cupped her bare hip, pulling her away from the persistent telephone to promises of a morning to remember.
“Get rid of them,” he whispered as his body curled against her.
She snatched the phone, determined not to let the unwanted intruder on the other end ruin what promised to be a perfect morning. “Hello,” she snapped.
“Good morning, sunshine!” her father chirped into the phone.
“Daddy,” she gasped, sitting up abruptly and knocking the amorous Eduardo off her. “You're here.” She fumbled out of the sheets that wrapped and twisted around her like a vine.
“Your mother and I just arrived along with Leo, Aunt Midge, and your suitcase that you left behind in the airport,” her father said. “That doesn't sound like you. The girls are on their way up with your bag.”
“Mom is coming up to my room?” She started tossing discarded clothing at Eduardo who grinned a bit too merrily as he dressed.
“Get yourself up and come down and have breakfast with us,” her farther said. “I can't wait to see my little girl.”
“Okay, bye.” She slammed the phone down. “You have got to go now.”
Eduardo finished buttoning his shirt. “I'm going,” he said warmly. “I have a daughter. I am certain she knows men, but I would not want to know this.”
“I'm sorry to just kick you out.” She slipped into a hotel bathrobe as she scanned the room for signs of her night with Eduardo. She grabbed the trashcan and started brushing
empty condom wrappers into it. “But you need to get out.”
“I truly understand.” He tossed his linen suit jacket over a shoulder. “Do you honestly think this is how I want to meet my new daughter's parents for the first time?”
“Probably a really bad idea to meet my father like this.” She went to the door and opened it. She stuck her head out the door. No sign of her mother and Aunt Midge. “Coast is clear. Out you go.”
He grinned as he gave her bottom a quick squeeze and passed through the door. “Henna. You might want to hide the zipper bag of condoms.” Again, he chuckled.
“Check.” She gave him a very quick peck. “Bye.”
“Ciao.” He kissed her one final time, then walked directly across the hall and through the door opposite hers. The moment his door closed, her mother and Aunt Midge rounded the corner with her carry-on.
“Hi!” she said warmly when her mother Judith and Aunt Midge reached her door. Judith pulled her carry-on inside her room and left it next to the bed.
“Where's Simon?” Her mother asked, looking around.
“Sick.” She edged over to the desk where the open condom bag spilled out onto the blotter. “He stayed in San Francisco.”
Her aunt watched her with a raised eyebrow and a knowing grin. Nothing got past Aunt Midge, mother of five sons. Henna followed her aunt’s eyes to a discarded male sock peeking out from under a chair. She gasped and her aunt chuckled.
“What?” Her mother started fussing around the room, opening curtains, and tidying discarded clothing.
“Nothing.” Midge walked across the room. “Just thought of something hilarious.” She reached the sock with her shoe and gave it a small kick out of sight when Henna’s mother wasn't looking. Henna loved her Aunt Midge.