‘Or a bastard,’ he added, laughing.
‘No. But you’re a sod.’
With a sudden twist of her body, Hillary broke free from his grip and splashed him furiously a couple of times. Then she struck out for the shore, swimming as hard as she could for the few remaining yards until her feet touched the sea bed. As she glanced behind her Haldane was hot on her heels. The laughter caught in her throat as she desperately tried to put some distance between them but it was no good, with a tremendous lunge he caught her legs in a rugby-style tackle and brought her down into the surf, covering her body with his own, using his size to pin her down so that she couldn’t even move let alone escape his clutches. Not that she particularly wanted to, she decided instantly.
His lips met hers in a salty kiss, his hands holding her wrists as she squirmed uselessly beneath him. Her bikini top had risen up above her breasts during their struggle and now her naked orbs grazed his chest. As his hardened cock jabbed against her pubic mound she became acutely aware that he was becoming aroused by their tussle.
Pushing her heels into the sand she urged her pelvis upwards, grinding herself against his obvious arousal, at the same time returning his kiss with renewed passion. Suddenly she stopped kissing him, a thought occurring to her.
‘Haldane,’ she mumbled. ‘Perhaps we should swim back to the boat if we’re going to carry on like this.’
‘Why? There’s no one to see us.’ He pushed himself away from her, allowing her to look around them at the deserted beach. As far as she could see there was absolutely no one to disturb them.
‘I’ve often dreamed of something like this,’ she said. Then, recognising an opportunity to wriggle out from under him, she moved quickly, knelt up and took off her bikini, before tossing it onto the beach well away from the water’s edge. With a slight gasp of surprise she noticed Haldane was already naked. She looked him up and down boldly, her eyes feasting on his magnificent physique.
‘I take it you’ve been here before?’
He nodded enthusiastically, perhaps a little too enthusiastically, she thought ruefully, desperately seeking to resist the urge to ask him for exact numbers. Although she believed in making the most of the here and now, she didn’t like to imagine that she was just another summer conquest as far as he was concerned. Sensing her uncertainty Haldane stood up and took her in his arms, kissing her with a passion tempered by tenderness.
A little reluctant at first, she gave herself up to his kiss, standing on tiptoe in an attempt to even out the difference in their heights. By this time the sun was high in the sky and Hillary felt it beating down remorselessly against her naked back and buttocks, or at least on whatever portion of flesh Haldane’s large roaming hands left uncovered. Her desire for him had returned with a vengeance and she gripped his gluteus muscles with both hands, feeling them quiver under her fingers as she stroked and kneaded.
Pressing against her gently, he forced her to bend her legs and gradually lie back down on the golden sand. Idly staring up into the deep-blue cloudless sky she sifted the scalding granules between her fingers, her tension mounting as Haldane parted her legs and began to explore her. With skilful fingers he stroked the most intimate parts of her body, gently spreading her labia so that he could tease her clitoris until it swelled and throbbed almost unbearably with pent-up excitement. She felt uncomfortably hot, not just from the sun but burning inside with lust for the man who now thrust his fingers deep within her, pressing secret magic buttons to trigger her release.
Moaning with ecstasy she ground her buttocks further into the sand and urged her legs still wider apart. Every so often a slightly larger wave would creep up the sand and lap soothingly against her tender pulsating flesh, cooling down the heat of her desire and washing away the juices that oozed from her each time Haldane probed and fondled.
The tide was obviously coming in, she thought absently, feeling the cool surf all around the lower part of her body and the sand shifting beneath her buttocks as each wave ebbed away. The sea seemed to mirror her own mounting passion, growing and swelling, engulfing her body as she thrashed and gasped with a mindless craving for the man who stimulated her to the brink of madness.
She couldn’t take any more torment, she had to have him.
‘Haldane.’ Her voice was hoarse with passion.
Without disturbing his rhythmic rubbing and probing, the Norseman raised his head and looked straight into her lust-glazed eyes. She realised she had never seen him look more serious and began to tremble from a mixture of nervousness and pent-up excitement. Reaching out with both arms she pulled him on top of her, urging her hips upwards, rubbing her moist sex up and down the length of his rock-hard shaft. For a few moments he gave himself up to the motion of her pelvis, his head thrown back in enjoyment of the sensations her manoeuvres created. Then, reluctantly he pulled away, groping about in the sand beside him until his fingers found their objective.
Turning her head slightly, Hillary saw that he was holding a sort of plastic money belt and trying desperately to undo the zip pocket using only one hand. She reached down his body, twisting slightly at the waist until she was able to cup his testicles in her hand, feeling the weight of them as they rested in her palm.
She started to squeeze slightly, compressing and releasing rhythmically until a low moan broke from his parted lips. Moving her fingers lightly up the shaft of his penis and over his glans, her fingertips came into contact with a small droplet of semen. Gently she circled the very tip of his swollen cock, using the viscous fluid to provide lubrication as she stimulated the most sensitive part of him.
Feeling the juices surging and gathering beneath her fingers she could tell that he was almost about to ejaculate. She stopped caressing his sex, moving her hand back up his body instead, gathering granules of sand between sticky fingers. Now they were both more than ready for each other. Despite her distracting caresses, Haldane had managed to extract a condom from his belt and offered it to her so that she could put it on him. Hillary smiled weakly, waggling her tacky sand-encrusted fingers in reply.
‘I shall do the honours then,’ he said, grinning.
With a deliberately ostentatious gesture he ripped open the packet, reached between their perspiration-soaked bodies and a split second later plunged deep into her, making her gasp with surprise. At the same moment they were engulfed by a particularly large wave and she clung to him, wrapping her arms and legs around his naked body like a limpet. He thrust hard, pushing his hands underneath her buttocks and raising her pelvis to meet his. With a small grunt he pulled her over until she was on top of him, then over again until they were rolling madly in the surf, their waves of passion matched only by the incoming tide. It was like nothing she had ever experienced before. It wasn’t just the location or the beautiful weather that made it different but their wild abandoned style of coupling. It was as if no one and nothing else in the world existed, just herself and Haldane lost in a single endless moment of unrestrained desire.
When they came it was with a sudden overpowering violence that wracked their bodies, both of them calling out in unison, their voices carried away on the tide. For a while Hillary lay beneath him, happy that he was still inside her body, content with her own satisfied desire. To her surprise he didn’t feel too heavy as he lay on top of her, his head touching hers, his palms beneath her buttocks. It seemed right that they should be there together. Somehow, despite his size, their bodies seemed to fit each other perfectly.
Hillary let out a small sigh of pleasure. ‘This is heaven.’
‘You can say that to me again,’ Haldane mumbled, his accent sounding thickly.
As he spoke Hillary felt the vibration of the words through his body and then she sensed a growing, stiffening feeling inside the tight wet chamber of her sex. His reaction came as no real surprise, already her desire for him was flickering and growing again. It seemed she just couldn’t get enough of him, or he of her. Fortunately, they had no reason to do anything other th
an make love time after time, after time. Only a few times did they take a break from each other’s body to swim. For the rest of the day they explored each other’s body, or lay naked and spread-eagled on the golden beach, warm blue waves lapping gently around their ankles, their salty bodies drying quickly under the relentless rays of the summer sun.
For his part, Haldane couldn’t look at her, or lie stretched out next to her like that, without wanting her as much as she wanted him. Slowly, deliberately, his hands would drift across her willing flesh, stroking and caressing her until she either begged him to take her, or she straddled his glistening, muscular body and took control of the situation herself, riding him mercilessly until their cries of ecstasy echoed around the dunes.
For that day they were free spirits, a part of the earth like sand and sea and cliffs, yet they were also a part of each other. Over and over again they aroused and satisfied an endless lust, feeling pleasantly satiated for only a short while until a new wave of passion encompassed them.
Like all good things it had to come to an end and by late afternoon Hillary became uncomfortably aware that once again she had fallen into the trap of underestimating the sun’s power which now was making her feel a little dizzy. They hadn’t eaten or drunk anything for hours and she couldn’t help recalling the way she had felt the day before when she had fainted in the forest. Feeling as though the movement would use up all her strength, she raised herself on one elbow and rested her chin in the palm of her hand. She stared at him as he lay next to her, one arm flung carelessly across his face to shield his eyes from the strong sun as he dozed contentedly.
‘Haldane?’
He didn’t look at her but grinned broadly. ‘Surely you’re not horny again?’
Hillary laughed. ‘Yes, of course, but that’s not what’s bothering me at the moment.’
He moved his arm and squinted at her. ‘What’s up?’
‘I think we should go back to the boat, the sun’s beginning to get to me.’
Haldane was immediately contrite, he rolled over to face her and reached out with one large hand to push the hair back from her reddened face. ‘You do look a bit hot. Are you feeing okay?’
She nodded but the movement made her head pound.
He saw her wince and looked at her with concern. ‘Come on.’ He stood up, then put out a hand to help her to her feet.
He bent down to pick up her discarded bikini and stuffed it in the empty pocket of his waterproof belt. Its entire contents, a generous number of condoms, were dead and buried in the sand. Despite her temporary discomfort Hillary laughed ruefully, hoping he had more supplies on board the boat or it would be a very chaste end to an entire day of blissful lovemaking.
After strapping the belt around his waist, he took Hillary’s hand and they padded across the beach and then waded out into the sea until it reached Haldane’s waist and Hillary’s chest. In direct contrast with the heat of the day the chill water took their breath away. After a few seconds their bodies became accustomed to the change in temperature and they both struck out with strong, determined strokes for the cabin cruiser which bobbed enticingly on the high tide about a quarter of a mile from the shore.
Hillary felt invigorated by the cool waves and enjoyed her swim back to the boat, almost forgetting how ill she had been starting to feel. However, as soon as she was safely on board her legs buckled under her and she had to cling on to Haldane for support. In no time he had unlocked the door to the saloon and was guiding her through the living quarters to the comfortable aft cabin, as he called it. His deep-green eyes swept over her wan face with a look of genuine concern and he told her to make herself comfortable, promising to return as quickly as possible with something to eat and drink.
Feeling grateful for such luxury, Hillary made the most of the en-suite bathroom, revelling in the powerful spray of the shower as it removed all traces of sand and sea-water from her skin and hair. A quick check in the medicine cabinet revealed a tube of after-sun lotion and she had just finished anointing her body with the soothing lotion when Haldane reappeared carrying a heavily laden tray and a couple of bottles.
‘How are you feeling?’
‘Oh, much better now, thank you.’ She felt strangely shy all of a sudden and pulled the towel tighter round her body in a delayed attempt at modesty.
‘Good, I am glad.’
Haldane masked a smile, thinking to himself that he would never understand women. He set his burden down on the small dressing table, unscrewed the caps of the bottles and poured them each a long glass of iced mineral water and a smaller glass of very cold white wine. Hillary downed her glass of mineral water in one long draught, thinking to herself that it was the most welcome drink she had ever been given. Then she accepted the glass of wine from him, turning the stem between her fingers as she eyed the tray of food greedily; after all those hours of swimming and making love she felt absolutely starving.
Once again Haldane had excelled himself. Not content with a rudimentary sandwich or a wilting salad, he had prepared a feast of grilled peppers, sardines and mackerel, crisp lettuce, cherry tomatoes, crusty bread and plump black and green olives.
At first they tucked in with gusto then, feeling replete but still very greedy, they fed each other with titbits, allowing the olive oil and juice of the tomatoes to run down their chins, stopping every so often to lick each other’s body clean, all lingering inhibitions thoroughly relinquished.
Hillary stretched luxuriously on the comfortable double bed, loving the way Haldane’s eyes followed her every move with undisguised lust. He was certainly the most insatiable man she had ever met and his sexual appetite was contagious, making her feel more wanton and desirable than she had ever felt before. Opening her legs in invitation she moaned contentedly as he buried his golden head between her quivering thighs.
God, but he was good with his mouth! She closed her eyes and spread her thighs still further in blissful abandon as he flicked the tip of his tongue over the swollen bud of her clitoris. She felt his fingertips flutter over the sensitive flesh of her inner thighs, sending a bolt of white-hot desire through her entire body. His breath caressed her swollen flesh, cool on the inner rim of her vagina as he spread her open as wide as possible. Seconds later his tongue was inside her, twisting and turning until she heard herself scream aloud from the delicious torment.
Now he spread her labia wide, pulling back the delicate membrane of skin that protected the very core of her desire. His tongue was upon her there, lapping her flesh, sliding over her demented sex until she clutched his hair and thrust herself against his mouth. Using only his fingers to stimulate her, he rose to his knees between her thighs and watched her face as she rode the waves of her climax.
By the time they returned to harbour it was quite dark; although Hillary was not wearing her watch she guessed that it was after ten. Haldane walked her back to the Hall but this time didn’t hesitate to take her right up to the front door. They hovered on the doorstep like guilty teenagers until the porch light went on signalling the imminent appearance of one of her holiday companions. Poised to beat a hasty retreat, Haldane was stopped in his tracks by the sudden appearance of Gus and Clive in the driveway who were obviously returning from the pub.
‘Well, well, well, if it isn’t my sexy sis-in-law and her musclebound boyfriend.’
Hillary groaned inwardly but fixed a smile determinedly on her face. She looked up at Haldane who was still hovering on the point of flight. ‘Take no notice of him, he’s a self-confessed slob.’ She flashed a pointed glance at Clive’s waistband.
The front door opened behind them and both Alicia and Chloe jostled for the doorstep. Ignoring the return of her husband, Alicia looked straight at Haldane. ‘Well, hello,’ she said, then added, ‘I didn’t realise you knew this man, Hillary.’
Smothering a grin, Hillary put her arm around Haldane’s waist in an almost protective gesture. ‘Haldane, I’d like you to meet my sister, Alicia, her friend, Chloe and their hu
sbands, Clive and Gus.’
Haldane flashed a white-toothed smile that encompassed all of them. ‘I am most pleased to meet you.’
Blushing prettily as though his words and smile were directed at her alone, Alicia stepped back, almost knocking Chloe off her stiletto-clad feet in the process. With an expansive wave of her arm she ushered him through the doorway. For a second he hesitated, then, with a slight push from Hillary in the small of his back, stepped across the threshold, inadvertently brushing against Alicia as he did so. Hillary caught both their expressions and sighed inwardly; there was no possibility of keeping Haldane to herself now.
Odile and Theo were watching TV in the sitting room as they entered. Odile gave Hillary an enquiring glance then smiled up at Haldane. ‘Hi, I’m Odile and this is my boyfriend, Theo.’
Haldane gave her a genuine smile in return and shook hands with Theo. In no time at all the two men were deep in conversation, Paris being Haldane’s favourite European city. Hillary sat down next to Odile, the two girls exchanging a look of surprise. Neither would have expected their lovers to strike up such an instant rapport as they both seemed so different. In appearance alone they were complete opposites of each other.
Alicia seemed more than slightly miffed that Haldane was ignoring her presence and strove to gain his attention, pouring him a drink, deliberately bending forward in front of him to turn off the television so that her short skirt revealed her shapely legs and the enticing curve of her buttocks.
Nevertheless, it was all to no avail. Theo revealed that he had recently discovered a passion for boats and consequently he and Haldane were now well and truly buried in discussing the merits of various styles of cabin cruiser. At one point Haldane invited Theo aboard his own cruiser and Hillary blushed at the memory of their last encounter there only a few hours previously.
Chloe was quick to pick up on Hillary’s expression. ‘So tell me, Hillary, what have you and Haldane been up to all day? You weren’t at the beach.’
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