“No, Lindy. It is not like that. I own a small interest in the club. I stop by from time to time. Keep my hand in, so to speak.”
“I am sure you have had your hand in many…”
“Lindy, play nice. Are you jealous?”
“No! Why would I be jealous? I mean they’re just employees.” She sat up straighter, on the defensive. She caught herself and changed tactics, settling back again.
“Most of them.” He gave a wry grin. “I am kidding. You have no need to be jealous. I am with you.”
Lindy wasn’t sure why it seemed so important but it made her tingle, and why not? In this place with so many opportunities and distractions, Tom was with her.
“Why did you choose to bring me here tonight?”
“I know you wonder about my life, all the women.”
“So? I have no claims.”
“I care for you, Lindy. A great deal. You make me—want more. I might not have the finesse to always make it easy but I am letting you in the only way I know how.”
“Well at least you don’t hide your other women from me.” Damn it, Lindy—shut up now!
“Is that why you are so angry?”
“I’m not angry!”
“Lindy, it happens to everyone at one time or another.”
“It was a long time ago. It doesn’t matter.”
“It obviously does matter. Tell me what happened.”
“Let’s just say my ex-fiancé didn’t find me enough for him either.”
“Lindy, it has nothing to do with you not being enough. You are exquisitely special. More than I could ever want. I love women so much but I can’t see myself settling down.”
Perhaps he wasn’t flaunting his playboy lifestyle but sharing his life.
Lindy knew she was in trouble. She wondered how she could have let it get this far. Now she was invested in him and letting go would be tough.
She would have to. She couldn’t recall any fairy tales that involved a beautiful princess and a manwhore. She didn’t have it in her to try to redeem the rogue nor did she think she ever could.
She reached out and stroked his face in the dim light. He is an adorable manwhore. Seemingly taking her touch as a signal, Tom leaned in and wrapped his arms around her waist and shoulders, enveloping her. His mouth covered her lips, devouring her, sucking the air from her and filling her lungs back up with his hot breath.
Tom pulled her against him. Lindy’s breasts were crushed between them and in her haze of arousal she thought he must feel how hard her nipples were against his chest.
In the power of his embrace she felt everything begin to swirl and their surroundings fade. The events of the day tumbled in on top of her, burying her inhibitions. She so wanted this man.
Lindy climbed into Tom’s lap, swinging one leg across him so she straddled him, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and kissing him back strongly. The rough cloth of his jeans felt so good pressed against her naked sex. As she moaned into his mouth she began to move her hips, grinding her clit against the growing hardness.
Tom’s hands slipped from her shoulders down her back to rest on her hips, his thumbs pressing into her each time she pushed harder against him. Lindy could feel how thick he was now, pressing hard against her cunt through his jeans. She didn’t care where they were anymore. It was just the two of them and she wanted him so fucking much.
She reached down between them and fumbled with his belt. Her hands discovered how wet she had made his jeans already but none of that seemed to matter as his zipper yielded to her trembling fingers.
Tom’s cock sprang up into her grasp and she stroked it roughly with lust and want. His hand went up to her head and entwined in her hair, making her look into his eyes. “Lindy, are you sure, baby?” His voice was full of the sound of his own desire, fingers tugging painfully at her hair. That he would ask her that now, in the heat of the moment, just made her want him all the more.
“Shut up and fuck me!” Lindy was shocked by her own wanton snarl but she really wanted him inside her right now.
Rising from his lap on trembling legs, Lindy guided the smooth, hard head of his cock into her more than ready cunt. Settling down onto him again, he slipped ever farther up inside her. Good thing I’m on the Pill, she thought as he filled her to overflowing..
“Oh God, Tom!”
He said nothing, just kissed her deeply and controlled her rise and fall with strong hands around her waist. The sensations of him sliding inside her, the tension in the muscles of her thighs, and his mouth on hers were combining to rapidly push Lindy over the brink into orgasm.
Their rhythm was becoming increasingly irregular and Lindy knew Tom was ready as well. A sharp pain as her hair was pulled again shocked her. A hungry mouth replaced Tom’s and a hand crushed Lindy’s breast as he continued to thrust up into her.
Sheila had come back and was making this a threesome. Lindy groaned so loudly she thought someone must have heard and kissed the dancer back with all the wanton need she had felt earlier.
It was Tom who came first. Lindy felt the ragged movements of his hips peak and his semen pump deep into her as he grunted with the release. Sheila grabbed Lindy’s hand and thrust it up under her thin dress, trapping it between dance-toned thighs to press hard against soft, hot folds. Lindy came then, a now-familiar sensation of a dam bursting and a hot flood into Tom’s already-soaked lap.
As she cried out in bliss, Lindy felt Sheila shudder in climax against her hand. The dancer’s creamy come was warm in Lindy’s palm.
Chapter Nine
They headed unsteadily back to the hotel. Tom slipped his hand in hers as they walked silently along the tiled sidewalk by the marina, the water lapping gently against the stone wall and breaking the silence.
Lindy was peaceful and relaxed, a glow of pleasure all through her body. Little aches and twinges reminded her of how well she had been pleasured. She was sated and sleepy, wanting nothing more than a soft bed to crawl into.
Reaching the hotel, they climbed the worn wooden steps and stepped into the small room. Housekeeping had changed the sheets and left an extra mattress pad on the foot of the bed.
“Looks like you’re busted, Lindy.” Tom held the pad up.
Lindy blushed furiously. “Oh my God. I can’t face the staff here ever again.”
“I am sure they have seen worse.”
“Perhaps but…”
“I am also sure that they have told all their friends.” He laughed heartily and took her into his arms.
Kissing her neck, he pushed her toward the bathroom. “I know you are exhausted. Get ready for bed, love.”
Lindy caught her tired reflection in the mirror and smiled. It had been quite a day. Will I be able to manage an entire week of pure hedonistic pleasure? It just didn’t seem natural.
She washed away her remaining makeup and pulled a brush through her hair. Again her insecurity crept into the close quarters. The closeness had created a false sense of familiarity but there were moments when she wondered if she knew Tom at all. Should I put on a nightgown or crawl into bed naked?
Things seemed to move so quickly with Tom. She had known him for months but their actual time spent together had only been a couple of weeks. He was gone so long in between and although they had kept in touch this was totally different. So intimate.
Lindy swallowed hard, pushing the rising panic back down into her belly. She walked into the room to find Tom on the small balcony. She carefully hung her dress on a plastic hanger and grabbed her short silk robe from the closet. He raised a curious brow as he came in and saw her slipping into it.
“You won’t be needing that.” Tom took the robe from her unprotesting fingers and tossed it on a nearby chair.
A shiver ran up her spine as a warm pulse of breath caressed her neck.
“Oh.” She kept her back to him but raised her head.
Tom’s arms encircled her waist and he pulled her to him. He was shirtless and she could feel the hairs
of his chest tickling her back as he bent and kissed her neck. Lindy sighed and settled back against his hard body.
“I know you’re tired. It’s been a long and eventful day, love. I’ll cut you a break.”
Lindy could feel the tingle growing in her belly and head straight for the hardening bud of her clit. It might be 3:00 a.m. after more sex than she could remember having in months and she might desperately need sleep but Lindy knew she would never be too tired for Tom.
“Oh,” she said again, this time tinged with a hint of disappointment.
He pulled back the bedclothes and motioned for Lindy to crawl in first.
“Let me just hold you, my insatiable woman.” Then he crawled in beside her, his strong arms dragging her body closer to his.
Lindy bit back a smart comeback about male stamina and instead snuggled into the curve of his lap and sighed.
Tom wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her back closer to his chest and then covered her left breast with his hand. Lindy sighed and relaxed into his embrace. A slight twitch of his body startled her but soon the gentle breathing of sleep soothed her as she drifted off.
* * * * *
The white morning sun was peeking through the wooden blinds as Lindy opened her eyes. The smooth skin of Tom’s shaft was slipping in the wetness between her thighs, the soft head of his cock pushing at her clit. Lindy groaned and began to circle her hips.
Tom pulled her back against him and pushed inside her core in a single, fluid motion. The sensation of him filling her once again made Lindy bite at her lip to keep her emotions in check. His thickness stretched her already-sore muscles but as he slid slowly in and out the pain quickly turned to pleasure.
Lindy let him control her hips, not wanting to lose the sleepy feeling of having no control. Still groggy, she remained relaxed and let the feeling of pure pleasure take her higher.
Tom’s hand slid lower on her hip and delved into the curly hairs, searching for her clit. He rubbed slowly in circles, keeping his pace unhurried. The tingle turned to a glow then to a constant hum and Lindy’s release came close. Her breathing was shallow, her moans turning to whimpers.
“Oh Tom, you are going to make me come.”
“Good. Coming is good.”
“No—it’s too much, too good. I can’t.” The panic rose inside her. She couldn’t possibly feel this good. She didn’t want to feel this good. What if it is all taken away from me again?
“Yes you can, Lindy. Yes you can.”
“Please, Tom.” The pleasure was beginning to wash away her fear and she wanted it. She wanted all of it, to feel everything, to not be afraid anymore.
“Please what?”
“Please don’t stop.”
“I am not going to stop. Just let go.”
Lindy was trying to fight her release, letting the denial fuel her final climax, but she couldn’t hold on. All the blood had rushed to the hard nub beneath Tom’s fingers. With his cock moving in her tight, wet channel, it was more than she could handle. She screamed out her breath and let go, the sensations carrying her to the place where only pleasure lived.
“Good morning, love.”
“Well good morning to you too,” she mumbled, drowsily lost in the afterglow of her orgasm.
“Let’s go to the beach today. We’ll stop at the market and pack a picnic. Does that sound okay with you?”
“That sounds perfect.” Lindy thought about the simple meals they had shared on the porch and the feeling of normality washed though her, bringing peace. She climbed out of bed and joined Tom in the shower.
They washed each other tenderly, enjoying the simple pleasure of touch. The rhythm of their togetherness was easy as they moved about the room dressing and getting ready for the day.
Lindy packed her beach bag, making sure she had her hat, her SPF 60 sunblock, a paperback and plenty of water. Tom pulled on his bathing trunks and a soft t-shirt and grabbed a rolled-up blanket from the closet shelf. Patiently he waited for her to finish packing.
“Do we need a luggage cart to get that bag to the beach?”
Lindy smiled. She loved when he teased her. “Very funny, Tom, always be—”
“Yeah, I know, always be prepared. Did you bring the last of the letters with you?”
“Yes…” she said hesitantly.
“Well, if you can find an empty spot in there, bring them along.” Tom grabbed an empty burlap tote and they headed for the Mercat de l’Olivar.
Although it was still early, the stalls were crowded with the locals doing their shopping. Lindy liked this time best, before the tourists converged, seeking to insult their way through the vendors, afraid of being taken for a ride. There weren’t too many things Lindy liked as well as sex but food was a close second.
The vibrantly colored, carefully arranged fruits and vegetables looked almost too good to eat. The briny smell of freshly caught fish mingled with the yeasty warmth of freshly baked bread, and hams and sausages were hanging at every turn. The perfume of the spices seemed to be dusting the exotic blooms of unusual flowers.
Lindy took a deep breath and let the sensations fill her. She could taste it all. Feel it all. The sun was bright, the water sparkling blue and Tom’s hand was in hers. Life was most definitely good.
They filled the sack with more than they could possibly eat but it had been too difficult to choose. Tossing the bag into the Jeep, Tom drove them to a local beach secluded in a small rocky cove. He found a spot in the shade of some palms nodding gently in the sea breeze and set the bags on a flat rock.
“Tom, don’t you want to be in the sun? I was hoping to work on my tan. I’m a little pale next to you.”
“Believe me, Lindy, you will get plenty of sun right here. I am not going to have you frying like a rasher of bacon out there on the beach—British bacon, not that wee strip of fat you Americans call bacon.”
“Oh Tom—go pound salt. Okay. But I have sunblock. And a hat.” She whined just a little.
“Both of which you will wear. I can’t have you burned so badly that you won’t let me touch you later,” Tom said, his gaze burning her already-scorching, willing flesh.
A familiar tickle grazed her clit and she swallowed hard. He pulled the t-shirt over his head and Lindy ogled his tanned, muscular chest. Just enough of a six-pack to know it was there. Perfect, she thought. Not overdeveloped but so fit.
“Lindy, hand me the sunblock and lie down.”
“Oh.” She sucked in a breath and stared at him with hunger in her eyes.
“Lindy—”
“What? I just said ‘oh’.”
“You say ‘oh’ a lot and it always means something.” Tom’s smile was easy and warm.
Lindy settled on the blanket and closed her eyes.
“On your tummy.” He chuckled warmly.
She turned over and sighed as Tom began to work the lotion into her skin. He started at her feet and worked his way up her calves, rubbing the muscles deeply. His hands moved up her thighs, gliding up and down, his fingertips dancing dangerously near her sex.
As he massaged her arms she moaned, feeling the relaxation sweeping through her. The sound of the ocean crashing to the shore, the birds chirping in the trees, the chatter of people enjoying the day all lulled Lindy to a place of peace.
Her body jerked as Tom squeezed the cold lotion onto the center of her heated back. Tom’s laughter filled the air.
“You brat,” she howled.
“Thought you were going to nod off on me.”
His hands worked the lotion into her back, moving up and out, his fingers tickling her waist. He untied the string across her back and pressed the heels of his hands into her shoulders, his fingers grazing the sides of her breasts.
Lindy whimpered and turned over, the tiny green scraps slipping with her movement and exposing the edge of a pale-pink nipple. Tom poured more sunscreen into his hands and slid them together, warming it before placing them flat on her belly and massaging it into her soft
skin.
His fingers slid under the edge of her bathing suit, just reaching the patch of curly hair. His hands moved over her thighs and down her legs and back up again.
Turning his hands inward, he moved between her thighs, letting the edge of his hand brush against her sex. Lindy whimpered and wriggled her hips on the blanket. Opening her eyes, she saw Tom smiling at her.
“You are enjoying teasing me like this, aren’t you?”
“Why yes I am. Thank you.” His tone did not patronize.
“Just remember what they say about paybacks. I will have my turn.” His index finger slid under the band near her thigh and he pushed hard on her clit.
Lindy’s bravado slipped as the pleasure filled her. Tom chuckled and removed his finger from her bikini bottom. Coating his hands with the slippery mixture, he worked on her arms, running his hands over her shoulders and across her collarbone. His fingers met at the hollow of her throat, his palms flat on her chest as he looked at her intently. Lindy saw need in his eyes.
“Mine,” was all he said.
Lindy stroked his cheek tenderly. She wasn’t sure exactly what he was asking for but she was certain she wanted to find out.
Tom reached behind her back and tied her top. Lying beside her, he took her hand and they rested in the warmth of the day. It had been a short night and they both dozed in the companionable silence.
* * * * *
The midday sun was strong when they woke and Lindy was glad for the shady copse of palm trees protecting them. Tom always makes me feel so safe. They shared the delicacies from the market, the sharp, crumbly cheese mixing with the sweet nectar of the mangoes.
Tom fed her, pushing his fingers into her mouth, and Lindy groaned, sucking the juices from them. He shifted on the blanket beside her, his growing erection evident in his tight-fitting trunks.
He pulled his fingers from her mouth and kissed her. Lindy could taste the tangy cheese, the succulent fruit and Tom’s desire for her. Crawling into his lap, she let the passion fill her to bursting, trying to get closer to him to ease the ache. She needed—oh how she needed.
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