"I think we should go back to the boat and talk there,” Guy suggested. He could see that she was tiring. She probably knew it herself, but he knew she would die before admitting it. Although Shelly was much slower on the return journey, Guy still liked the way she seemed to feel comfortable in the water, turning her face into it for several strokes, even diving under for a few breaths. Maybe that night, they could get it on in the bath or better still, in the hotel's Jacuzzi. His scrotum tightened, liking the idea.
A crippling wave of desire crashed through him with such force, that it almost sent him sinking to the ocean floor.
He was instantly hard picturing her slim body, her nipples dancing and jiggling as the Jacuzzi continued to foam and bubble around her.
Back on deck, when Shelly had regained her breath enough to speak, she turned to Guy and said, “I will always remember this day. It meant a lot to me."
"You know,” Guy circled her waist lightly with his arms. “I'm here for another five weeks. If you stayed on and moved your things into my bungalow, we could have many days like this."
Several emotions played havoc in Shelly's mind. The first was pain, the hurt she still felt at Ted's betrayal. She couldn't easily trust a man again. The second was longing, for she wanted Guy. When they were apart, she longed to be with him, longed to have him hold her. And then there was perhaps the strongest emotion of all, fear. Deep down, she was too scared to get hurt again, even if her heart cried for the best thing in her life that she was losing.
"I can't,” she said weakly. “I'm returning to London in five days."
"You don't have to go.” Guy stroked her face tenderly, wishing he didn't have an erection. It made it look like he was only after one thing, when he wasn't. He was after so much more, a life, family with this woman, not just the physical release of his body. “I want this to continue when we're back in England. I want a relationship with you, Shelly. You must know that."
Her gaze focused on the deck, she said quietly, “Let's not speak about it now."
Guy studied her. Perhaps she was right, and now just wasn't the time to push it. And as the lady said, he had another five days to get her to change her mind. A smile broke across his face. He had no doubt then, with the sun beating down strongly on his back and the woman he loved in his arms, that he would succeed.
Shelly leaned her cheek against his chest. “It was terribly romantic today, it made me feel special, thank you."
He nuzzled her neck. “I wasn't trying to be romantic."
She could sense him smiling above her head. “I know."
"Do women want romance?"
She sighed wistfully. “Every woman wants romance."
"I'm only interested in you,” he squeezed her, “and if you want romance, I'd be more than happy to give it to you, Shelly."
She turned her angel's face up to him and smiled. “I'd like that."
Guy pressed her possessively against his chest. Until that moment, Shelly had no idea how much she did indeed want it. Her eyes were drawn to his. Everything about Guy fascinated her, and she raised her hand to lightly caress the strong black hairs behind his ears. She really did love this man. His eyes, so blue and intense, that even the sunny sky above couldn't contend with, met hers and an electrifying spark of awareness shot through her. His arms circled her waist, and then he lifted her off the deck so that her gaze was level with his own. Blue and green eyes locked and held, then Guy kissed her with a hunger that left her weak and begging for more.
"How's that?” he asked, his voice husky.
"Mmm,” she breathed. “Good, romantic."
"Romantic isn't the word that comes to my mind,” he said with a naughty grin. “I'm just too horny at the moment to be romantic, sweetheart.” Once more, his warm mouth made contact with hers. Shelly was startled and thrilled all at once. He kissed her again and again, until she thought if he released her, she'd fall to the floor and melt at his feet. Every part of her body was burning for his touch.
"Shelly—"
She planted warm moist kisses across his face, kneading his swollen crotch with her right hand, not satisfied, wanting all of him, until her heart felt as if it might explode. She felt starved for the feel, the touch of a man, she felt starved for a man's love—this man's love.
"Yes,” she breathed into his mouth. “Oh, yes, yes, yes."
"Yes what?” he asked, in a breathless murmur.
"I want you, that's what. Here and now, this very minute,” she pleaded.
"Angel, we can't.” His words came out in an agonizing groan, forced from deep inside him.
Shelly heard him, but it didn't seem to matter. She kissed him and he kissed her. Their kiss continued as he lowered her to the floor, her body sliding intimately down his.
Suddenly, Shelly realized what she'd just said, what she'd suggested. “We mustn't—"
Guy shushed her with another kiss. “I know, love, I haven't got any protection and this isn't the time or the place, but I sure wish—"
Shelly straightened and broke away. Shakily, she said, “So do I."
Guy cupped his knees with his arms, to hide the arousal that looked like a tent pole in his swimming trunks. He cursed himself for not bringing protection, but after the morning, not to mention the night they'd spent together, he hadn't thought he would need it.
His voice, thick with arousal, croaked, “I think we should head back to the island."
"How long will it take?” Shelly asked, running a trembling hand through her hair.
Guy said glumly, “About an hour."
Shelly nodded and closed her eyes. It sounded like an eternity. “I could help you with that, if you like."
He looked perplexed. “With what?"
She fixed her gaze on his lap and reached out and gently stroked the front of his briefs. “With that. There are other ways to take it away, you know."
His eyes blazed, the golden flecks standing out as tongues of flame against his skin. “Show me,” he breathed.
And she did.
Shelly, her heart pounding in a wild, frenzied rhythm, leaned forward. Smiling, she kissed him, and ran her hand down the strong line of his jaw. He swallowed and the muscles flexed beneath her hand. Sweet Jesus, she just loved the way his body moved, the way it rippled with every activity no matter how large or small.
A woman would never get tired of watching this man.
Guy closed his eyes as he inhaled the sweet, pleasing floral scent of her hair. It took every ounce of his willpower not to push her back against the deck and bury his cock in her body.
Her fingers slid provocatively down his chest, heightening his awareness of her warm, soft skin. A new kind of desperation seized him. One he couldn't name. He knew what he wanted from her, and it wasn't just her body.
But he dared not think those thoughts.
Dared not hope.
She'd told him plainly enough that she would be out of his life forever in five days time. And perhaps all the longing in the world could never change that fact.
Opening his eyes, Guy watched as Shelly lowered her head towards his chest. Kissing first one of his tiny dark nipples, she moved her tongue over to the next and gently bit down with her teeth.
"Ouch, that hurt,” he complained with a sexy grin.
"Did it?” she asked and gently bit him again. This time, he couldn't disguise the sigh of pleasure that escaped from his parted lips.
Shelly smiled, and still sucking on his left nipple, lowered her hand, gently tugging down the front of his swimming trunks to reveal his erection in all its masculine glory.
As always, the sight of it, the sheer size and strength, took her breath away. Flicking her tongue back to his right nipple, she gently caressed the head of his cock, the black pubic hair beneath her fingertips still slightly damp from their swim.
Guy moaned again with pure undiluted pleasure. Not wanting him to suffer, Shelly took the huge, pulsating tip of his cock into her warm mouth. Pulling his foreskin back with h
er right hand, she caressed the sensitive skin beneath with her tongue, loving the salty taste of him that was like no other.
Guy's body began to shiver in a way that she had come to know, and that was her cue. Still holding the head of his foreskin back, she began to slide her mouth down the length of his cock, almost to the base and then back again. A moment later with a pure cry of complete fulfillment, Guy delivered his salty climax into her mouth. Shelly drank it hungrily. When he'd finally stopped coming, she gently squeezed the eye of his cock between her forefinger and thumb.
Guy watched the last tear-shaped silver trace of sperm her squeezing produced glistening in the sunshine on the tip of his cock. He almost bucked right off the deck as her pink tongue licked it off the unbearably sensitive head.
Shelly licked her lips and sat back against the side of the boat. While Guy caught his breath, he studied her. The blonde hair that tumbled around her shoulders was tousled from the pull of his hands. Her luscious lips were swollen, aroused still from suckling on his cock. Her erect nipples were protruding through the thin material of her bikini bra and the glimpse of yellow bikini brief he caught between her thighs was wet.
She was wet and horny for him, her bikini having dried long ago in the sun, as had his trunks. Easily, he grabbed her around the waist and flipped her onto her back.
"Guy, what—"
He smiled down at her and tenderly pinched one of her nipples. “One good turn deserves another, angel."
As his lithe, toned body moved over her, she felt his power, his strength. It left her breathless and unsure. “W ... what did you have in mind?"
"Well for starters,” he said with a devilish grin, “I'm going to lick your pussy. I'd like you to come on my face."
Just then, another boat passed by, its loud music disturbing the tranquil atmosphere. Guy waved at the couples, who were partying onboard as if there was no tomorrow. When they were barely past, he lowered his hand to the ties of Shelly's bikini briefs.
"Guy, we mustn't, I mean, we took a chance before, we were lucky. I think we should wait until we get back, either that or we should finish this below deck."
"No way. I want you right here and now in the sunshine. You're as wet as a river and I'm dying of thirst."
Shelly smiled a little at his choice of words. “Nevertheless,” she protested feebly.
"Don't talk, it's better.” He pushed a hand under her briefs, tugging her curly pubic hair through his fingers. She moaned and he asked, “You like?"
She slapped playfully at his hand. “You fiend, you know I do."
He slipped a finger between her warm pussy lips. “Do you still want me to stop?” he asked hoarsely.
Shelly answered him with a mischievous grin of her own. “Uh-huh."
As he pushed another finger up her warm, deliciously wet pussy, Shelly moaned and leaned back against the sun-drenched deck. She was ready and definitely willing to go along for another pleasure ride with this virile man of every girl's dreams.
* * * *
That same afternoon back on Male while Guy was away taking a group of Australian students diving, Shelly stripped and stepped into the shower. She was falling fast for Guy and she couldn't see any way of rescuing herself. The problem was she didn't even know if she wanted to and that was crazy ... wasn't it? Considering that in less than a week she wouldn't see him again.
It was going to break her heart to say goodbye to him.
She'd realized that last night, while she'd remained still, listening to him breathe, calmly, peacefully, as he slept behind her. He always slept with one thigh nestled snugly between her legs and with one arm draped over her waist.
He made her feel, so wanted, so secure—so desirable.
And yet, because of her fears, she couldn't have anything more permanent than a holiday romance with him.
Belinda, her mother, always said there was no point crying over spilled milk. So Shelly resolutely reminded herself that the world was full of men. She tried to conjure up an arousing fantasy. It was hard at first not to incorporate Guy in her mind's eye. Eventually, she decided on men without faces.
As she started out with small circles around her clit, she imagined that she was riding a powerful man. His cock was filling her pussy while another man slid his erection into her ass. A third, a black man was grabbing her by the hair and forcing her to suck his dark cock. And yet, a fourth and a fifth stood at either side of her while she pumped their swollen cocks, one in each hand. She was totally at their mercy while all three men fucked her.
Soaping up, her touch reminded her of Guy's. She smiled dreamily, the five men vanishing, her brain whirling to images of his large, magnificent body on an erotic high without her permission. The thought of his lean, bronzed body focused on her pleasure, his huge cock pounding in and out of her little ass slicked with her juices, sent Shelly into orbit. Her orgasm came hard and fast, and caused her to moan as ripple after ripple of her climax flowed through her.
She leaned her head back against the cool tiles, the air around her hot and steamy. Guy didn't even have to be in the room to lighten her heart and get her aroused. It was downright scary. She'd never felt anything like it with anyone, including Ted.
It was more than simply the way he got her horny, although, she smiled, that could have been enough. It was the way he made her feel special. The way ... he made her feel as if she truly needed him.
She'd never allowed herself to feel anything like it before—not with Ted, not with the few boyfriends she'd had before him in her younger days that had come and gone, not with anybody or anything.
Shelly, needing a distraction from her thoughts, wondered if she should take the time to shave. She ran her hand up her leg and shivered with yet more memories. Guy had used his fingers, his body, and his mouth earlier to keep her sated. She even bore physical proof, a purplish love bite on her neck, that in other circumstances she normally condemned, a whisker burn on her left breast, and yet another on her inner thigh. Then there was the delicious soreness between her thighs. She was no virgin but the man had a cock that could make any woman ache.
He loved her. Loved her. She was sure of it. Guy Pearson loved her. He'd probably hoped to seduce her with that magnificent bronzed body of his and his heavenly King-Kong dick. If only he knew. He already had, and not with his body. She smiled again. She certainly couldn't get enough of it, wasn't complaining when it glided over her, but he'd seduced her with his wit, his whiter than white smile, and with the way she felt so vibrant when she was with him. And those unbelievably blue eyes of his, as bright and carefree as a summer's day, she could look into them forever.
Shelly wanted to let him feel her love, to do the same for him. To make him feel the same way, but did she, could she even dare? Was she strong enough? She shivered and turned the water up a little higher, as a fresh wave of steam warmed the shower cubicle around her. She feared that she wasn't. Deep down, she was just too scared to ever let a man have the power to hurt her again.
* * * *
At eight that evening, Shelly was putting the finishing touches to her make-up just before Guy was due to pick her up for their date, when the telephone rang. She finished blotting her lipstick and hurried to the phone, half expecting the phone call to be from her friend Claire. She'd said that she would phone later in the week.
A formidable voice asked, “Shelly dear, you there?"
"Grandma.” Shelly smiled softly; both pleased and surprised her grandmother had called. “You don't have to shout. I can hear you just fine."
Her grandmother's voice continued to trumpet down the line. “I know, but I hate these long distance connections. I always feel as though I've got to shout just to be heard. You sure you can hear me okay, darling?"
Shelly moved the earpiece a little further away. “I can hear you fine."
Her grandparents were retired and lived in the Scottish capital of Edinburgh. Despite being in their late seventies, they were very active. Her grandmother had in fact
, driven the three hundred miles to what should have been her wedding, through some of the stormiest weather Shelly had ever seen.
"You okay, girl? You're awfully quiet,” the fearsome voice barked.
"I'm fine,” Shelly said cheerfully. “It was nice of you to call, I wasn't expecting it."
"Do the unexpected. That makes for a good life. Your grandfather never knew where he was with me. He still doesn't, it adds spice. Relationships need spice."
Shelly giggled. “I'll try to remember that."
Silence hummed over the line, broken by intermittent static. Shelly waited, her gaze narrowed and her mouth relaxed.
"What's this about you dating some island hunk?” her grandmother asked, breaking the silence.
"Who told you that?” Shelly demanded, groaning silently. Her grandmother had been telling her for years that she should marry. Shelly felt like throttling Claire for even mentioning Guy's name. The last thing she needed was for her grandparents, or her parents for that matter, to start pressuring her about this relationship.
"Claire told me all about it.” Shelly rolled her eyes and made a mental note never to share her secrets with her best friend again, as her grandmother Madge's voice pummeled down the line. “And sweetie, if you don't mind me saying so, this man sounds just perfect for you. You're both single. He's a doctor; you're a nurse. It all sounds ideal."
"Grandma, please, I don't know what Claire told you, but Guy's just a friend,” Shelly said in a rush.
"What was his name again?"
"Guy Pearson,” Shelly answered, desperate to change the subject. “Hasn't the weather been terrible this week in the UK? Why, I saw a weather report the other day, the coldest November on record. I'm really looking forward to summer though. I was thinking about planting some roses along the back fence."
"Guy Pearson,” her grandmother repeated, slowly drawling out his name. “Now that has a nice solid feel to it. What's he like, sweetie?"
"Oh, honestly, Grandma, I don't know. He's a man. What more do you want me to say?"
Her grandmother seemed to approve that piece of information. “I find it interesting that's the way you view him. I think he could be the one, Shelly."
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