Seconds later, he pulled his cock out and climaxed all over the front of her pussy, throwing his head back and growling out his release. Shelly was shocked to find she was coming again. She could only hang onto the marble ledge, as explosion followed explosion and the universe seemed to roar around and within her.
When they had come back down to earth, Shelly grinned, totally unrestrained. Was this really the quiet, Victorian virgin that had stepped onto the airplane earlier? she wondered.
"Wait, I've got a present for you,” she said boldly. The curious look in his brown eyes turned to a smile as she handed him her panties. He raised them to his nose and then with a grin, he tucked them into his trouser pocket, unbolted the door and left.
Shelly watched his back for a moment as he disappeared along the passenger-filled aisle with the navy blue seats. Then, she cleaned herself, before looking at her flushed reflection in the mirror. Her lips were stained bright red from the cherries in her Manhattans and her hair was a frizzy golden mess. She grinned; the sex had been fun and very exciting. She'd never taken the initiative when it came to making love before, but one thing was for sure, she definitely was going to try it some more while on the island. The naughty boy had been good, but next time she wanted to fuck a strong man. Raising her glass, she emptied its contents and vowed silently; here's to a holiday to remember and plenty of sun, sea, sex, and men...
When Shelly departed from the airplane two hours later and stepped out onto the runway, it was like walking into a sauna, the tropical air robbed the very breath from her lungs. She was amazed that she wasn't exhausted after the ten-hour flight from London to Male, the two-hour stop over for fuelling, and then the half an hour flight for the local island service. She fished in her bag for her sunglasses and smiling, she eagerly accepted the large cocktail from the dark-skinned Moldavian youth before her. She laughed with sheer delight while another placed a thick circle of brightly colored flowers around her neck.
In her bungalow, she stripped her clothes from her sizzling skin, turned the air-conditioning to high, and opened the mini-bar to pour herself a large martini. Naked with her drink, she retired to the terrace. Her eyes darkened as she watched the sunset, a huge, red fireball that wasn't to be seen in England, sinking over the smooth sparkling sea.
* * * *
The sky was as black as a mourning cloak. Swollen clouds hung low over the big Island of Male. A soft wind whipped the ocean to foam and rocked the coconut palms with a gentle hand.
Alone on the beach, Guy Pearson listened to the wind sing through the leaves and the thunderous crash of breaking waves. As a man who enjoyed an active life, he'd found only two methods of achieving the physical release that his body required on a daily basis. The first was by swimming; the second was through sex. The second was harder to come by, but it was markedly more enjoyable. He slid his faded Levi's down over slender hips and tossed them in the sand. Tonight, it looked like he would just have to settle for the first.
It was a thought that didn't please him.
He raised his left hand in front of his face and hit the little button which made his watch glow. The glow seemed brighter than normal because of the darkness. It was just after midnight. He unclipped the heavy Rolex and stuffed it into the front pocket of his jeans.
Glancing along the moonlit beach, he circled his muscled arms over his head, removed his underpants and at a run, plunged into the sea. Immediately, the liquid warm waters of the Indian Ocean gave way to his powerful strokes. Guy loved the ocean much better at night than the tropical blue of the daytime favored by the tourists. Maybe it came from being born in Alaska. As a boy, he'd made friends with the dark waters of the Alaskan coastline. It was a friendship that had followed him into his adult life.
A slight crooked grin tilted one corner of his mouth. Perhaps, his affinity for the ocean had other roots altogether. A flicker of memory surfaced suddenly; hot sticky, bodies, and dark water lapping against the beach. He had lost his virginity that day in Anchorage, by the water's edge, at the tender age of fourteen to a buxom brunette in her late twenties. It had been one of the most exciting sexual experiences of his life. Maybe that was why he loved the ocean so. In the years that had followed, he'd had many women and it wasn't the last time that he'd used the water's sweet shore to get an unwilling girl's panties down.
The smile faded from his lips. That was then and this was now. He turned on his back, staring up at a multitude of stars dotting the night sky and absently stroked the head of his erection. He hadn't had a woman for several weeks now. As he grew older, he had learned things about himself that he hadn't faced in his earlier, less introspective years. Guy had come to realize that he needed something more to be happy. Sex was satisfying him, sure, but not nearly enough as it should have been, and it definitely wasn't fulfilling him. Still, it had been a little too long for his liking since he'd gotten laid. He'd had his fair share of women over the years, true, but he'd yet to come across one who could keep his attention for more than a night or two of good, hard sex.
Guy sighed deeply, increasing the pace of his strokes and kicking out his powerful legs. The ocean, with her infinite secrets, called to him as she always did. Taking a deep breath, he dove into her shadowy depths until the moonlight was only a small shimmering beam on the surface above him. With his lungs aching for air, he surfaced several minutes later and swam exactly a mile along the deserted beach, before flip kicking around to slice back through the warm foam. Back to where he had started, directly below the Soneva Fushi Resort and its lavish hotel complex. It was surrounded by its many water bungalows, and was the most expensive resort on the island. As soon as he started up the slope out of the surf, Guy glimpsed a woman walking along the beach.
"Shit! What the hell?” he muttered and took a few steps back into the sea. Setting his feet down, waist deep in water, he studied her. She wasn't a local, most likely a tourist, he concluded. She was small for a woman, only one or two inches over five feet, he guessed. Her braided hair was pale blonde, with a tiny hint of red. The figure beneath the blue sundress that clung to her petite body like a second skin caused his temperature to go up another notch.
Guy's cock lurched just looking at her. Down, boy, he thought, smiling a thin, glittering smile, his eyes narrowing below level brows. He noted that she walked with the unsteady, slow gait of the drunk. He watched her stumble, fall, and then crawl along the sand.
Guy grinned impishly. Doggie-style had always been a favorite of his; and the view of her pert, little bottom spread on all fours was more than a tempting picture. He couldn't see a panty line beneath her dress. Was she even wearing any? Or had the lady in her drunken state forgotten to cover up? he wondered; and at the thought, his cock lurched again. Even in the water, he could feel the undeniably sticky trace of sperm on its tip. Suddenly, he wanted to feel the blonde's pussy gripping the long, hard length of his arousal. He wanted to straddle her and pull up her dress, just to see if her pert, little bottom looked as good naked as it did clothed.
Guy groaned; all the blood in his body was flowing to his groin. He needed a bucket of ice and fast; the tropical water wasn't doing a good job of cooling him down. His cock was throbbing and rock-hard, just picturing her pliant pussy. Would she be blonde or red, down there? Oh hell, he would probably melt the entire bucket with his molten shaft.
He watched her get unsteadily to her feet, only to stumble again and half roll, half fall down the sand dune. Well, that decided it! He couldn't just leave her, not when she had a whole ocean to drown herself in. Guy smiled again, the same glittering smile. She was small and lithe. Who knew? He might even enjoy getting acquainted with the lady.
Chapter 4
Shelly shook her head; perhaps she'd had one cocktail too many, after all. She tried to remember the reason why she was sitting on the beach in the middle of the night. But the man kneeling before her with only a white towel wrapped around his bronzed hips was very difficult to stop looking at. Hot warmth licked thro
ugh her. Was he naked beneath it?
Slowly her long lashed lids lowered, then lifted once more and her gaze moved up, training on his face. She hiccupped and smiled a dazed, rather dreamy smile.
He was gorgeous!
His face ... his face was the stuff of legends!
His jet-black hair spilled onto his forehead in haphazard waves. His sexy, sexy mouth was sensuous and full, with the top lip slightly thicker than the bottom. His clean-shaven face was lean, tanned, and stark with concern. He had the sleek, powerful build of a finely toned gymnast. His muscles were hard and dazzling, and well-defined in places she didn't even know a man could get muscles.
You name it; it bulged with raw, masculine strength.
And those eyes.
Gracious!
They were the clear celestial blue of a perfect cloudless June sky with a tiny band of dark blue highlighting the outer edges of his irises.
Shelly shook her head, her heart hammering. This wasn't real. It couldn't be real. She was just very drunk and delusional. Or she must have whacked her head on a stone and she was unconscious and bleeding to death.
Yes, that was it! That made sense.
At least it made a lot more sense than the burning desire to jump the stranger's bones.
Hesitantly, she reached out and placed her hand on his cheek. Shelly was amazed when his face didn't evaporate, proving all this really wasn't just a drunken hallucination.
His lips twitched and when he spoke, it was carefully, as if to a child. “Lady, can you remember your room number?"
Shelly managed to ignore her throbbing nipples enough to nod.
He smiled warmly, blue eyes crinkled at the corner. “Good. You seem to have had a little too much to drink, so I think it's best if I walk you home. Okay?"
Shelly hesitated for a moment. He seemed so understanding. Surely, she could talk to him. Then, through the dull alcohol-induced fuzziness in her head, her anger against all things male surfaced. The manipulative jerk, she thought, no, it wasn't friggin’ okay.
"Piss off,” she hissed.
"Now, now.” His blue eyes twinkled. “That's not very friendly."
"I don't feel very friendly.” And that was an understatement, if she ever uttered one.
"Why don't you tell me why?"
"Thanks,” she said tight-lipped. “But I'd rather eat cow shit."
He laughed. Shelly shot him a look that should have leveled him. Instead, he cupped a hand across his mouth to hide his smile.
"Look, I don't know what you're after,” she tried again, “but you can look for it elsewhere.” She turned and walked determinedly away.
"It strikes me,” he called after her in a voice, now with an edge, “that women who walk alone at night are the ones after something."
Shelly was so furious she could have screamed. She almost turned, but no, she thought, that's what he wants. She walked on.
Guy watched the woman walk away, a cloud of anger around her. He was bemused. She had not responded correctly. Normally, women were drooping all over him after getting a look at his baby-blues, demanding he pleasure them.
But not this one...
She was different.
His lips quirked in humor; she could prove to be a challenge. He couldn't help the thought, as he watched the petite blonde stroll further and further away. He was interested, so he followed her.
Shelly rounded on him a moment later. “You're following me!” she accused, trying to sound disapproving and stern, but it was hard when he made her feel so light inside.
"Yes,” he said evenly, a lurking smile in his eyes. “I am."
Shelly swallowed the not-very-nice word that sprang to her lips and said instead, “Well take a walk and get lost."
"Make me,” he retorted dryly.
That did it! Her temper snapped and she screamed in his face. “Oh, just fuck off, will you?"
Guy winced. He didn't like to hear women curse and he especially didn't like it now. A ray of moonlight broke through the clouds, glistening in her blonde hair, glowing against the soft creamy skin of her pretty face. Her green eyes reminded him of a restless cat one minute; softly slanted, and inquisitive, then almost innocent the next. Her pert, little, button nose was just too cute for words, but her pouty mouth was a work of art. The full curves glistened with moisture that made his cock thicken and harden with abrupt need beneath the towel.
He reached out, jerking her against his chest as she gasped in surprise. He held her close, letting her feel the erection straining beneath the towel. It had been years since looking at a fully clothed woman gave him an instant hard-on, and the one he had now was ready to explode.
"You shouldn't say such nasty things,” he said softly, inhaling the subtle scent she wore. It was romantic, soft, and undeniably hot. “They don't suit your angelic face."
A self-deprecating grin stretched her lips, as her body softened against his. “Does this?” she drew her foot back, prayed for forgiveness, and landed a kick, square in his unprotected crotch.
Guy crumpled to the sand with a moan, like a sack of potatoes. He cursed her silently for the mean-hearted bitch that she was. He watched her stroll away through watering eyes. He would be damned if he'd just lie there and let the little witch get away with kicking him in the balls. His decision to follow her hadn't been influenced by her pale-lashed, provocatively slanted, light green eyes that spoke of things better left unrecognized, nor by her wide, full-lipped mouth that promised more sensuality than had all the curves of every other woman's body he'd ever known.
A heartbeat later, he had her trapped within his embrace. He was pressed up against her, his big body crushing her against the sand. Guy was shocked to find that the length of her felt warm and good. Burying his face in the curve between her neck and shoulder, he inhaled deeply. The scent of her was intoxicating, so was the feel of her, slender and delicately made. His cock hardened further, until its swollen purple head peeped over the top of the towel.
He knew he should stop; she was ramrod stiff with tension. He could feel that quite clearly through the thin fabric of her dress, but he couldn't, even if his life had depended on it, have let her go. He moved against her, rocking his pelvis into hers, nuzzling her neck, all the while expecting every second to feel her fighting to be free.
Shelly knew she should fight the big stranger, but strangely enough, she found that she couldn't. Her limbs were like jelly and her body seemed to flow into his, as if with a mind of its own.
Guy felt her stiffen even more but she hadn't pushed him away yet. And until that happened, he meant to enjoy the moment.
He pulled her earlobe into his mouth and slithered it with wet, delicious licks of his tongue. Despite the agitated pitter-patter of her heartbeat, Guy knew with certainty that her body was responding to his with a quiet abandonment that caused his senses to overheat.
He wanted to fuck her; he'd never wanted anything more! He could feel her breasts pushing insistently against his chest and his longing for her turned into an intensity he was sure would kill him. He wanted her naked and moaning beneath him, kissing him hungrily whilst locking her legs around his waist. He wanted to be deep inside her.
"I want to make love to you,” he whispered, the fingers of one hand playing with the long, thick braid that fell across her shoulder.
"Don't even try it or I'll hit you again,” she warned, her hands sliding up his body.
"You don't scare me, little lady."
"You'd better be scared. I'm mean.” Her hands paused at his heart and he knew she could feel the hard throb of his excitement there as easily as she could feel his hard-on pressing against her abdomen.
Silence lengthened between them as sexual tension thickened the night air.
Shelly looked directly into his eyes. They were a clear, cerulean blue with small flecks of gold threaded through, almost hypnotic in their beauty. She'd never seen eyes that color in her life. I could lose myself in them, she thought.
Guy f
elt his heart accelerate. Just what sort of mind game was the lady playing, looking at him like that? One minute she was threatening him, the next she was looking at him as if he were something irresistible.
Her lips were only inches from his. Keeping his eyes trained on her mouth, he said huskily, “If I have to look at your succulent lips for one more second without tasting them, I'm going to go crazy."
Her eyes didn't widen in surprise as he'd expected. And she didn't make things any easier for him by leaning in to kiss him. Instead, she raised an eyebrow, puckered her lips slightly in a half-smile and said, “Prove it."
So he did, and kissed her.
Part of Guy wanted to go as slow as possible, to savor the sensations of her lips. But the other part of him, the animal part, wanted nothing more than to sink his cock deeply into her cream. He dropped the towel and slid his naked body over her, slipping his hands down to her waist to pull her against him.
His hands were large and callused, and Shelly liked the way they made her feel small and frail. Her drenched pussy wanted to sink down on his cock, until she was on the best orgasm of her life. Her body molten, Shelly explored the taut, corded muscles of his naked back with her fingers as his long hair swept against her knuckles in an erotic caress.
Driven by need, Guy pulled down her dress and cupped one of her rounded breasts in his hand. She moaned and that decided things. He had to have her. Pulling her up towards his face, he tangled his tongue with hers in a passionate kiss. He wondered how it would feel to insert his dick there, wondered if it would light the fire in her eyes the way his tongue just had. His body reacted to the thought and his dick jerked upwards.
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