by Dreama Faire
Kneeling on the floor beside the tub, he grinned. "What's the matter? You look surprised."
"No one's ever helped me with a bath before. I'm just trying to get used to the idea."
Within minutes, she knew the idea was the best thing she'd ever experienced. Nick's strong hands moved across her shoulders, slippery with soap and bubbles. The sensation of slick skin against slick skin was erotic and stunning. She closed her eyes and absorbed every movement. His hands moved from her shoulders, and slithered down her arms, bringing back the memory of the first night on ATLAS, when he'd trapped her body between his arms against the rail. As she reminisced about the wild and sexy ocean voyage, a shudder raced through her chest and a murmur stirred through her clit.
She felt the soft sponge working across her back, then his hands slipped into her armpits and down her sides. Her bubble-frosted nipples hardened, and her pussy began to ache. She felt her breath come in small snatches, and she struggled to control it.
Nick's tone was suggestive. "Feel good?"
She nodded, not wanting to dispel her mood with shallow, inadequate words. His hands cupped her breasts, gently smoothing the soap over them, brushing his thumbs across the rigid nipples, and sending her ache even deeper. She moaned. He pinched gently, and she gasped. His hands moved away from her breasts and continued their cleansing journey down her stomach, lingering at her navel, then smoothing out across her hips.
"Stand up so I can finish."
She laughed as she struggled to rise on wobbly legs. "My bones went away."
He handed her the sherry glass, then reached for the soap. "It's good for you to relax. I think you are too worried about everything all the time."
She gazed at the top of his head as he lathered up his hands. How could he be so perceptive about her? In reality, she was a perfect stranger to him, but he seemed to see inside her psyche and know things about her that sometimes even she didn't recognize.
He gently caressed each thigh, moved down over her knees, then massaged her calves.
"Spread your legs."
A jolt ran through her crotch and she moved her feet apart. His fingers smoothed upward again and slipped deftly into her crack, gently washing and caressing her swollen lips. She held her breath, wanting to feel his fingers inside her. His hand moved back down her inner thigh, and she exhaled softly, disappointment and need capturing the moment.
"Nick, touch my clit, please."
"I will. Be patient. Sit down and rinse off."
Sliding beneath the warm water again, her body sang with anticipation. Nick rocked back on his heels and sipped his own sherry, watching her with a thoughtful smile. Briefly, she felt self-conscious at her wanton behavior, but only briefly. The desire in his eyes assured her that the feelings were mutual.
A few minutes later, she stood on a thick, soft bathmat while Nick gently dried her off from shoulders to toes. When he'd finished with her feet, he set the towel aside, then leaned forward and brushed his mouth lightly against her muff. She pressed against his face, heat leaping through her crotch, her clit pulsing with anticipation.
He drew away and looked up at her with mischief in his eyes. "Ready for bed?"
34
Amanda stepped out of the warm steamy bathroom and shivered lightly at the change in temperature. Behind her, Nick's relaxed voice drifted through the door.
"I'm going to take a quick shower. I'll be out in a minute."
The door closed with a quiet click, she focused on the room, and tenderness crept into her heart. Nick had dimmed the lights, set candles around the bed, and turned down the covers. The romantic scene beckoned her, promising a night of delight. The towel slithered to the floor, and she sat down on the edge of the bed. The exotic scents of bath oil and soap intermingled with the spicy aroma given off by the candles, and she closed her eyes, enjoying every breath, and the images of the joy ride to come.
She eased back onto the crisp white sheets and felt her body settle into the soft mattress. Her eyelids fluttered as sleep tried to steal over her. She struggled with the weariness that consumed her, but the day's adventures were too strong. Ten minutes, that's all I need. Her body sank deeper and deeper into the bed, and she surrendered.
Nick opened the bathroom door a little, peered through the crack, and smiled. Amanda was lost in sleep. The last of the bath water gurgled down the drain, he adjusted the showerhead, then stepped under the brisk spray. A small stitch of concern worked its way into his thoughts. Tonight would be the test, a revelation of how she really felt about him. Would he find out that she only wanted the adventure of wild sex with a stranger? Male pride jabbed him, and he shook his head. She'd given him plenty of reasons to think otherwise.
His thoughts moved to the erotic session by the reef, and his cock stirred beneath his soap lathered fingers. He grinned, recalling the look of her eyes behind the diving mask as she'd stroked him under the surface. His little vixen was eager for whatever he would give her. His cock grew harder, and his thoughts spun into fast-forward, to the image on the bed. He quickly rinsed the soap away, and stepped out onto the bathmat. With a quick glance in the mirror, he opened the door and headed for the bed.
* * *
Amanda lay spread eagle, tied firmly, and waiting eagerly for Nick's delicious torture. He stroked her thighs, coming to within inches of her crotch, then smoothing his hands away again. She wanted to tell him to do it, to touch her, play with her clit, make her feel good, but she knew he'd stop and drive her insane with her need. She moaned at his touch.
"Wake up, Lovable."
Confused, she gazed at Nick's face through sleep-fogged eyes. His handsome features crinkled into a knowing smile.
"Having a good dream?"
She inhaled deeply, then exhaled sharply. "You have no idea!"
He placed his hand on her knee. "I have all sorts of ideas." His fingers traced a circle around her kneecap, lingering on the inner part for just a moment, then moving up her inner thigh.
"Mmm, feels so good."
Her gaze drifted from his face to his bare torso. She hesitated, then boldly reached out and skimmed his nipple. It hardened instantly beneath her touch, and she circled it with her fingertip. His caresses grew firmer and more insistent, working his way toward her aching crotch.
"You have a beautiful pussy. I like touching it, licking it..." He grinned. "Fucking it."
Explosions of need raged through her belly and she clamped her thighs tightly against his hand while she gazed brazenly into his dark eyes, willing him to start the game.
He nodded. "Soon. But first, I want to massage you all over. I have some special lotion."
He withdrew his hand and stood up. His rigid penis barely moved as he stepped over to the dresser. A moment later, his cock hovered only inches from her face, and she fought the urge to rise up and take all of it into her mouth.
"Turn over. I'll start with your back."
She flinched at the first sensation of the cool lotion as Nick smoothed his hands across her shoulders. As he worked over her back and down toward her waist, she became aware of warmth permeating the skin where he'd touched her. Tingling heat. Everywhere his hands touched her, the warm spicy feeling followed. The odor of cinnamon and clove wafted around them, and her nostrils prickled with the intensity. His hands grasped her butt cheeks and rubbed firmly, then moved down the backs of her thighs. The heat grew across her skin, matching the intensity of the hot desire in her crotch.
"Turn over now."
Obediently, she rolled over onto her back and spread her legs wide, staring brazenly into Nick's eyes as she did so. His features remained unreadable, but he nodded.
He squirted another dollop of lotion into his hands and reached for her breasts. Again, the heat followed his fingers, every nerve ending opening up to the flames produced by the lotion. Her inner fires grew, but she kept her impulses in check. She wasn't quite sure about the rules of this new game.
When Nick had rubbed lotion over every su
rface of her skin, he smiled and held out his hand. "Come here."
Grasping his outstretched fingers, she rose from the bed and stood in front of him, aware that the tip of his cock hovered only an inch from her belly. Without another word, Nick drew her close and captured her body in his arms. Silently, they stood in the embrace for a few minutes. Instinctively, she nestled her head against his chest and closed her eyes, security and familiarity flooding into her whole being. The scent of the warming lotion intermingled with the aroma of soap, Nick's maleness, and her own musky need.
Slowly, he slid his hands around to her breasts and caressed them softly. His lips moved to her neck and he nibbled gently while he tenderly brushed her nipples with his thumbs. His voice sounded husky against her skin.
"Touch me, Lovable."
She didn't need a second invitation. Her hands slipped down his smooth back and caressed his hard buttocks. She slid one hand between their bodies and grasped his steel-like shaft, feeling his involuntary reaction pulse through her skin. He moaned softly against her hair, moving his hips in gentle thrusts against her touch. She brushed her lips against his chest, then found his nipple with her tongue. Working the tip around it, she felt the skin grow rigid and wrinkled with the erotic stimulation. He exhaled sharply, and grabbed her face in his hands, searching her eyes for something.
"I want you, Amanda. I want you willingly—no bonds, no rules."
Joy crashed into her passion, and tears welled up behind her lids. "Oh, Nick...you can have me any way you want."
His eyes darkened. "I know that—but, what about you?"
Stunned, she realized the game was one she'd never played, only dreamed about. Some inner uncontrolled instinct formed her answer. "I want to be yours."
Nick's cheeks flushed and he pulled her face closer. Covering her mouth with his, he pressed his body against her, sealing every gap between them. The kiss was tender, but passion lurked just behind it. She kissed him back, feeling their lips soften and yield to each other. She moved her tongue along his lower lip, and he parted his lips to let her in. Her body raged with need as she explored the tender, plump flesh of his mouth and the soft roughness of his tongue, a tongue that had driven her to the pinnacles of ecstasy for the past month.
Nick broke the kiss and scooped her up into his arms. "I'm going to make love to you like you've never experienced."
He laid her on the bed, then slipped down beside her, curling his body against hers in an intensely intimate way. She considered his use of the term "make love." Where were the scarves? The sex toys? Those thoughts disappeared as Nick began to caress her skin and murmur sweet nothings against her ear.
"You are the most beautiful, intriguing woman I've ever known."
She caught herself before a smart aleck retort could burst from her mouth. She tuned out her inner voice that chose now to fixate on how little he knew her, and concentrated, instead, on his touch, his voice, and the sensations rising through her core. Feelings that were different from the heady, almost frightening raw passion she'd known with him until now.
He rose up on one elbow and gazed at her face while he traced a circle around her navel, a movement that sent ripples of anticipation into her pussy. A second later, he covered a breast with his mouth and sucked lightly, but urgently, his teeth brushing her rigid nipple. As he drew the soft tissue deep into his mouth, he slid his fingers through her muff and caressed the tip of her crease. She bucked up against his pressure, but he pulled his hand away, sending her need into overdrive.
"Nick, baby, please don't tease. I need to feel you."
"Just need? Or want?"
"Both."
His fingers slithered back through the crease and captured her throbbing clit. He massaged gently, rolling the nub between his fingertips, sending fiery need through her deepest command center. She rolled against him, urging the flames to grow.
His tone was commanding. "Stroke my cock."
An exciting jolt ran through her and she reached for the rod that pressed hard against her thigh. Placing her fingers firmly against his body where the steely shaft emerged, she pulled up, moving the skin over the rod toward the tip. As she reached the flared end, the organ pulsed, and she squeezed gently. Nick moaned and exhaled sharply, sending ripples of excitement through her. She repeated the stroke, again and again, stopping only once to fondle his swollen balls. Her powerful command of his cock filled her with confidence and made her feel whole. This man needed her, and she intended to be everything he wanted, and more.
Nick rose up and straddled her, still thrusting his cock against her fingers. He looked into her eyes, seething passion darkening his features, then he slipped his fingers to her pussy and spread the throbbing lips wide. She released his cock and grabbed his shoulders to brace herself for the onslaught.
Slowly, gently, Nick pressed his cock against her, gyrating his hips to move the tip of his penis against her clit. Then, almost in slow motion, the huge shaft entered her, sliding over her pulsing nub, gliding into the secret depths of her cunt, and burying itself in the sheath of her desire. Time stood still, neither of them breathing, just locked in each other's desire. Amanda pressed up against his body, welcoming his sex, wanting him deeper, wanting more of him than simply his passion.
The dance began slowly, moving in rhythm to an unheard beat. They moved together as though they'd been partners forever. She lifted as he thrust, she clenched her cunt around his shaft, intensifying the contact, and sending lightning flashes of need through his dark eyes. Hesitantly, she reached up and touched his cheek, then slid her hand down his neck to his shoulder. Her fingertips explored a small scar, sharply outlined in the surrounding velvety skin. Nick's cock slipped deep inside her and she caressed his back, savoring the sensation of at long last touching him as a lover.
He moaned and stopped moving briefly. "Your hands feel like music."
Her own passion swelled, moving like an avalanche through her loins. Nick's gaze never wavered from hers. His breathing became raspy and she knew he was close. Her own peak was just behind the pulsing nub of her clit, and she willed it to wait for Nick.
He closed his eyes, his voice thick. "Oh, baby, now!"
With a hard thrust, he plunged into her and she felt the explosion of his ejaculation. The sensation sent her over the edge and thunder erupted in her ears as she came against his throbbing shaft.
Soft flesh against soft flesh pulsed with the receding passion. Nick slumped over her body and exhaled, long and slow. She ran her fingers lightly over his broad back, savoring the intimacy of after-sex exhaustion. As she caressed him, thoughts again surfaced about the future, but she pushed them away. Not now, this is too good to spoil.
Nick's voice rumbled against her neck, unintelligible.
She stopped petting him. "What did you say?"
He raised his head and gazed at her, his face soft with emotion.
"I love you."
The still room echoed with the words, and Amanda was sure she'd misunderstood. She searched his eyes, his expression, looking for a clue that it was a trick of her imagination. He smiled sheepishly, and she knew he'd really said it.
She stroked his cheek, her heart nearly bursting with incredible joy. "And I love you, Nick."
35
In the soft blanket of night, Amanda listened to Nick's even breathing beside her. She'd dozed briefly at some point, but now her head filled with intoxicating images and thoughts. Nick had been so right—she'd never experienced the kind of love-making they'd shared. The delightful memory of his tender caresses, his caring attention to her comfort, his gentle seduction sent her heartbeat racing, and desire curling through her belly. She slowly turned her head to gaze at the man who'd brought her into the real world. His strong features were almost childlike in sleep, his commanding countenance hidden. She knew nothing about him, but cared not. He'd declared his love, and she trusted her heart. Nothing else mattered.
She closed her eyes to sleep, secure in her love.
Nick sat down beside her on the bed, his tone humming with strength. "When we get back to the mainland, I'm going to call my father."
She reached out and touched his arm. "Do you think he'll be happy to hear from you?"
Nick threw her a guarded look, then nodded, the change in his body language sending a chill across her bare skin. Where is this headed? Her earlier euphoria faded. If he planned to make amends with his family, where would she fit in? The fantasy of the past four weeks flooded into her thoughts, a journey that had traversed more than just miles of ocean and land. She had become a new individual, a whole woman, ready and willing to share that person with Nick. Now that his legacy lay within reach, would he abandon their short history together?
The bed moved a little, and she pulled out of her doleful thoughts and back into the present. Nick rose and held out his hand. His solemn expression frightened her, and she braced herself for bad news.
"Come. You must be starving." His serious mask dissolved into a flirtatious grin. "We must feed the fires of passion."
* * *
A warm morning breeze ruffled the tablecloth and rustled the fronds of the potted palms around the breakfast terrace. Amanda gazed at the azure sea, suddenly mindful of the great distance between this island and her home. The sobering moment sucked the breath from her lungs, and her insides recoiled. She'd have to accept it—the adventure was over. Every good thing must come to an end, and this was no different. Declarations of love in the throes of passion could cool in the morning light. She thought about never seeing Nick again, never submitting to his will, or feeling his arms around her, his body pressing into hers. Her throat tightened and her eyes burned.
"Amanda? Is something wrong?"
She shook her head and smiled bravely. She refused to leave him with the image of a sniveling, red-nosed waif. She wanted him to always remember her passion, and spend the rest of his life longing to see her again.