by Kim J. West
On seeing her I felt my heart racing; was she always going to take my breath away like this? There would be no pool time now, I thought lunging for her but she dodged out of the way with a naughty squeal; quickly covering up with a short, kimono robe. I’d get her later, I decided as I changed into white swim shorts while Lena went out onto the balcony, looking out over the island.
"So,” she began leaning out over the rail, “who owns this property?"
"My family does. My grandfather bought it years ago before I was born."
She looked impressed.
“Has it been recently renovated?” she asked, looking around with interest.
Every few years, a hurricane damages the property, so we always have to fix it up.”
"And the employees?"
"Herbert and Molly have been working for my family for more than twenty-five years. Gerald the chef has only been with us for a couple of years and is hired from a resort on another island only when someone is in residence.
“Is the helicopter one of yours?”
“Yes. But it’s based in Nassau and we charter it out to other holiday makers to offset maintenance costs. Clients, friends and family come here occasionally too."
“So you’ve been coming here since you were a little boy?”
“Yes, I was probably around three or four when I started coming to this island.”
She regarded me with renewed curiosity.
“So would you play with other kids here?”
“Herbert and Molly have two sons who I hung out with. But sometimes we came during school time and they’d be in Nassau in boarding school so I’d wander around and explore by myself.”
“So where are they now?”
“Cedric works at a casino in Nassau and the younger brother, Drake, is a professional sprinter in the US.”
I recalled how my parents had done everything they could to invest into Herbert and Molly’s sons. Both had attended college in the US paid for by my parents, but Drake had taken his own initiative and participated in athletic trials where he’d been discovered as a professional sprinter and he represented his country at international events.
I took a moment to watch Lena who’d fallen silent. The wind was blowing her hair while she gripped the balcony rail, in deep contemplation. I wondered what she was thinking. Her carefree smile had gone and had been replaced by a look of concern and worry. I went towards her, lightly brushing my chest against her back.
“What are you thinking about?” I asked quietly, lowering my head to kiss her neck.
She shook her head with a wan smile.
“Nothing,” she replied, clearly hiding something. “Let’s go downstairs.”
I took Lena down to the pool where the loungers had already been set up for us, together with thick, fluffy towels thanks to Molly. Before long, Gerald came out to serve us the snacks I’d requested, then hurried back inside to make his signature cocktails that I knew Lena would love.
I left Lena lying on the lounger while I dived into the pool to cool off and swim a few strokes. I’d been a competitive swimmer in my younger days and had since trained as a life-guard for a short stint during a college summer, so I tried to find time now and then to maintain my swimming fitness.
Eventually I emerged from the pool dripping wet with my hair slicked back, only to find my girlfriend’s gaze on me, eyeing me appreciatively. I collapsed on the lounger, wearing my Prada shades; loving Lena’s ‘fuck me’ stare in my direction. I raised my eyebrows at her and smiled, wondering if she needed me to join her on her lounger.
Shyly, she glanced away quickly and got up, shrugging out of her robe and slipping off her lacy sarong. The sight of her in that tiny bikini with her thong cut piece was enough to induce a heart attack. I watched her swaying her hips headed towards the pool, while I gaped and was sprung like a horny teen.
Slowly, Lena made her way down the steps and waded into the pool. Without a second thought, I rushed after her diving in and swimming towards her under water. I heard a muffled squeal and watched her legs turn around and flee from me. I surfaced and quickly pulled her back to me holding her close. She tangled her legs around my waist and put her arms around my neck. I kissed her passionately, my hands cupping her glorious ass while she held onto me. I heard Gerald laying out the cocktails I’d requested then leave quickly, shutting the screened patio doors behind him.
We’d had fantastic sex on the plane just a few hours ago, but the feel of Lena’s wet body sliding against mine, coupled with the sight of her thick thighs around my waist was a powerful stimulant. I had to have her again; right there in the pool.
I slipped the tiny triangles of her bikini top to each side of her breasts, exposing her erect nipples. My lips found them, fervently tugging, flicking and licking them while she moaned in my arms with anticipation. I couldn’t wait any longer and pulled my erect cock out of my shorts, then pulled her bikini bottoms askew. I lifted her slightly; then lowered her onto my cock and began thrusting inside her, still lavishing her nipples with attention. She leaned her elbows onto the edge of the pool and threw her head back, while I sucked and fucked her simultaneously; sloshing water around us with powerful thrusts.
As I felt her sex tighten around my cock, I knew she was close to a spectacular orgasm. Suddenly she cried out my name repeatedly, climaxing while arching her back more. I felt my cock spurting hard into her, with my lips firmly around her nipple, as I groaned into her breast.
I put her arms back around my neck, slipped out of her and carried her back to the lounger. I knew she was exhausted from my demands on her since our flight as she lay back weak and languid while I rubbed her body with a fluffy towel to dry her. I handed her a cocktail and she took a sip while I dried her legs and I could tell she loved it.
The sun would be setting soon and I’d arranged a romantic picnic on the beach. A thick blanket had already been laid out on the sand just beyond the waves. We carried our bathrobes and wore flip flops as we headed down towards the basket and blanket to settle in and watch the sunset.
Gerald had prepared a dinner of seafood and mini pastries and we ate with Lena sitting between my legs, leaning back on my chest. I looked down at her and watched her close her eyes and inhale the salty breeze, then open them and gaze at the birds circling above. I gave her a glass of Rosé wine to sip while we watched the sun transform into an orange, glowing orb, then slink gracefully over the horizon. After sunset we walked back to the house with her hand firmly in mine. We spent the evening chatting, laughing and bonding, before we fell asleep in each other’s arms.
***
The next morning, I slipped out of bed early being careful not to wake Lena. After a quick shower I made a brief call to my father for an update on my mother’s state. Everything was fine. Afterwards, I headed downstairs to arrange for Herbert to set up the cabana at the beach where I intended to spend all day alone with Lena in total privacy. I then headed to the kitchen where Gerald had a prettily iced, tiny cake ready for me, along with a candle and a lighter. I noticed a larger cake beside it and raised my eyebrows questioningly.
“That’s from us for Miss. Williams, sir,” Gerald offered in response.
I left him preparing breakfast while I went back upstairs, lighting her candle as I entered the master suite.
“Happy birthday!” I said, straddling her on the bed while holding out the cake to her.
Lena raised her head sleepily and rubbed her eyes, then kissed me. She blew out the flame after a quick pause for a wish I hoped I could make come true, then lay back on the pillow stretching herself. She was a pleasure to watch. I loved seeing her when she was sleep mussed like this, with a face scrubbed free of makeup. I could wake up to this sight everyday for the rest of my life. I felt myself twitching with arousal and knew I must get things moving or we’d never leave the room. I’d get to enjoy her all day down by the beach.
“Come on, we don’t want to waste the day,” I said, throwing my bottle of sunscreen towa
rds her.
After a brief glance at it, she ignored it and went off to the bath to take a quick shower, emerging a few minutes later dressed in a stunning, bright yellow, two piece bikini; embellished with black lace on the edges. I clutched my heart feigning a heart attack as she came towards me, putting her arms around my waist.
“That bikini is going to match your gift perfectly,” I said to her, while spinning her around in my arms.
Soon after we finished eating an English style breakfast by the pool, I noticed Molly, Herbert and Gerald making their way towards us. Molly was holding a cake with lighted candles. Their thoughtfulness surprised me as they began to sing an a capella Stevie Wonder version of Happy Birthday to Lena, who was blushing and looking at me accusingly. I shrugged because I had nothing to do with organizing this, but I recorded everything on my cell-phone while Lena thanked them profusely and blew out her candles.
Shortly after, we grabbed our personal supplies and headed to the cabana, which was partially in the waves and draped on two sides for privacy from anyone inside the house. Gerald and Herbert had already set up an ice-filled cooler with drinks and water. A red flag lay beside the cabana for us to pitch whenever we wanted Gerald to bring food to us.
After watching the waves for a bit while Lena was snuggled in my arms, I shifted her a little and reached for the basket beside the cabana. It was time for me to give her my first gift. I tied a bandana around her eyes, then gently clasped the canary diamond pendant around her neck. I knew Lena was averse to receiving gifts from me, but I had warned her that she had no choice. I was her man and would be spoiling her a lot and regularly. The sooner she got used to it, the better. I could tell she was nervous as she waited to find out what I’d given her.
“Are you ready?” I asked while trailing my fingers along her neck.
“I’m ready!” she answered nervously.
“Open your eyes.”
She looked down at her chest with her mouth open in shock as she saw the huge canary diamond and platinum pendant I’d given her. I was right; it matched her bikini and brown skin tone perfectly. I could see the look on her face slowly turn from shock to possible rejection and I waited warily, bracing myself for her response. I then saw her appear resigned to her fate of lavish gifts and she suddenly leapt into my arms, knocking me back on the cabana while kissing me.
“Thank you, Jonathan,” she said, her voice cracking slightly.
“You’re welcome, baby,” I replied while rolling us over so I was on top of her. I hoped it would get easier with time as she got used to my lifestyle.
“See,” I added, “It wasn’t that hard, was it?”
“I’m biting my tongue to shreds right now,” she joked.
For the rest of the day, Lena and I spent all day in the cabana talking, loving and bonding. I made love to her countless times. I spent endless minutes pleasuring her sex with my lips and held back my orgasm so I could make her climax over and over as I thrust my cock into her exquisitely. I taught her how to ride a jet ski and showed off my water skiing skills with Herbert driving the speedboat around the lagoon. When sunset was close, I took her out to sea in the speed boat and made love to her in the middle of the ocean, finally letting myself come deep inside her.
Eventually, the sun set and the best day of my life had begun and ended with Lena. I’d found The One and I intended to make sure I’d never ever lose her.
Chapter Forty-Two
I could feel it; my relationship with Lena was going to be perfect. Our trip away had proved to both her and me that this was meant to be. For the first time, I could tell she was more positive about us.
Instead of dropping Lena home when we landed in Atlanta, I’d arranged for us to head straight to my penthouse for a light lunch, where I’d present her with her last gift: the Mercedes I’d bought for her. Jackson had confirmed by text message that it was in the basement parking. I knew I was in for a possible argument, so I held her close to me on the ride over, showering her with kisses to soften her up for what was coming.
As we drove into the basement, I saw Lena’s Mercedes parked between two of my cars in my reserved section. She turned to me, her smile fading.
“Is someone in your apartment?” she asked nervously, glancing at the car.
“No,” I replied, “Someone’s car is parked in my spot. Let’s go see what it’s about.”
I took her key fob from Jackson and stepped out of the Tahoe.
“Come with me,” I instructed, opening the door for her and helping her out.
I deactivated the alarm with the key fob and the car’s lights flashed and doors unlocked.
I watched her look on, in confused amazement which was quickly overtaken by a look of shock as she covered her mouth. Oh no, here we go.
“Happy birthday, my baby,” I said handing her the key with the Mercedes star on it attached to a tiny card with her name.
“You bought me a car?” she squealed in shock.
“Yes; and I don’t want any arguments about this.” I was firm in my response.
She only managed to stand there weakly, shaking her head in disbelief.
“Jonathan, I can’t accept this,” she began, shaking her head.
“Lena, please,” I pleaded, placing my hands on her shoulders. “Just accept it; if not for yourself, do it for me.”
“But it’s a car, Jonathan, not a gift voucher at Macy’s.”
I was going to have to play hardball. I can’t be arguing about permission to buy gifts for my girlfriend.
“We talked about this,” I said firmly. “We had an amazing time and now you’re ruining it.”
That was enough; she looked at me resigned to her fate, then came into my arms. I lifted her, twirling her around and kissing her deeply.
“Thank you,” she managed, stifling tears. That’s my girl.
“You’re welcome, baby.”
We headed upstairs with Jackson assisting us with our baggage before he went back down. I’d instructed him to hang around so he could follow us later to Lena’s place to pick me up, after I’d help her get her new car there. But if my future plans worked out, hopefully she’d agree to move in with me. I dared not mention it yet; I knew it would be a non-starter with her, while she still had reservations about us; but I’d work on it. I’d had several missed calls from Wallace, Pike, my lawyers, my Swiss accountants and my parents; so my mind was already back in work mode the minute I entered my apartment. I asked Lena to order lunch for us while I headed to my home office to make a few calls.
I’d settled in, talking to Pike about the New York merger we’d been working on, when Lena entered my office. Pike was describing the crisis developing at Empire, where some rogue mid-level executives linked to the former CEO, had attempted to destroy evidence by shredding documents. I carried on my call watching Lena, wondering what she needed and raised my eyebrows questioningly.
Much to my delight, she pulled her dress over her head and removed her bra and panties, dropping them on the floor as she headed towards me. She was totally naked except for the canary diamond pendant I’d bought for her birthday. It was a pretty sight. The fact that she wanted me and was coming for me, made me instantly hard; I waited in my chair to see what she’d do, while Pike droned on and on in my ear.
Her tits were bouncing deliciously as she came to me, spinning my chair to face her. She knelt on the floor and before I knew it, she had opened the front of my pants and pulled them down, freeing my straining cock. I could barely think and stuttered a response on the phone while trying to deal with this unexpected assault.
Slowly, she began by sliding her tongue over my cock with long, slow licks from my balls to the tip. I watched her in amazement as I battled to give further attention to my caller. She glanced up at me with a naughty gleam before she engulfed the thick moist, head of my cock with a wet, warm mouth; sucking me sloppily and noisily with obvious delight. She then rubbed her cheek and lips against my cock, worshipping it, enjoying it and st
roking it firmly in her grip. Desperate for relief, I shifted and squirmed in my seat, knowing I wouldn’t last much longer like this.
She shocked me further by slapping my cock rapidly on her tongue and I had to end the call abruptly, managing to cut the phone before I growled out loud, unable to watch her servicing my cock any longer. That didn’t stop her; she swallowed my cock to the very back of her throat, sucking rhythmically and erotically, her tongue swirling tirelessly around it and I was undone. I held the back of her head as I thrust up frantically for several strokes into her mouth, spurting long streams of cum down her throat, before falling back against my chair trying desperately to catch my breath. Lena never ceased to amaze me; I was hooked and I knew I’d never ever meet any woman like her; ever.
“Fuck,” I panted, pulling her to her feet. “That was the most amazing blow job ever. Come here, I want to taste you.”
She surprised me by stepping away, gathering her clothes then making her way towards my door, giving me a little wave and a pretty smile.
“Where are you going?” I demanded, surprised she was leaving me just like that.
“To arrange lunch, baby. You can have me for dessert; finish your calls,” she called out as she disappeared down the hallway; swaying seductively.
Shit. How the fuck did I get so lucky? She was a dream woman, and was meeting all my needs in every way. Sure, I’d had women in all sorts of ways, but the feeling I got from exploring all my fantasies with the woman I loved… it was indescribable.
After I’d composed myself, I got back on the phone, apologized to Pike and recapped our prior discussion, doing my best to stay focused. After I ended the call, Lena briefly poked her head in the door wanting to send Jackson for supplies and I carried on working through all my business calls, saving the call to my parents for later. Besides checking on my mother, I had to talk to them about Lena. Their opinion would not sway me either way, but I had to break the news to them soon before they heard about her from the media or other source.