Blue: A Love Story on the Bermuda Shores

by Daya Daniels

  Cassandra

  We stayed at the beach for a couple hours earlier today before taking some time to stop to Somerset Bridge and toss some bread over to the fish. We talked about anything and everything.

  The boat is away from the wharf tonight, floating in the semi-empty harbor. I’d cooked dinner, which was a simple dish of grilled wahoo and salad. Now, Nico sits across from me under the moonlight, sipping a beer.

  “You’re trapped.” He says, letting the mouth of the bottle linger at his lips.

  I smile at how sexy his accent is, seeping into my ears and playing tricks with my brain.

  “Trapped?”

  “Yes, the only way back is if you swim.”

  I giggle, feeling the effects of the wine seeping into my brain. Scanning the harbor, I measure the distance.

  “I think I could make it if I had to.”

  Nico chuckles. “I want you to stay. I’ve fixed the lock on the door to the cabin.”

  I moan into the half empty glass I put to my lips and allow the wine to swirl around in my mouth, savoring its fruity taste.

  The low sound of the music on the radio relaxes me. Cherish The Day by Sade plays softly.

  “I probably shouldn’t stay.”

  “Why not?” He whispers sitting forward, then shooting up from his chair.

  He saunters towards me and hovers above me, peering down. His silhouette in the darkness is enchanting. He drops down to his knees and removes the wine glass from my hands. His hands run over my thighs, warming my skin. I only stare at him under the light and revel in the feeling of the way he commands my body’s attention with just one touch. My breathing hitches when his fingers skim over my stomach and drop down to my hips. With one tug on each side at the bows with his fingertips, he removes my bikini bottoms, slowly. He parts my legs, while I watch him curiously. Each one is hooked over the arm of the plastic chair I’m sitting in. A small giggle leaves my mouth, when he dips down to kiss me. Wrapping my arms around his neck I consume his mouth with mine, tasting him. His light breaths cut through the damp air around us and his hands are warm and gentle against my skin. He pinches the front of my bikini bottoms between two fingers and pulls the thin fabric away from my skin, completely exposing me to the night air.

  A soft breath leaves his mouth when he stares at my pussy that’s waxed completely bare.

  “Cass, this is beautiful.” He mumbles before he places a kiss to the inside of my thigh.

  He licks his lips and runs a hand over his jaw. I’m breathing heavily in anticipation about what he’s clearly about to do. I want to protest but that would be fucking insane. He yanks my weight in the chair closer to him. I yelp with the movement but I don’t shift. I rake my fingers through his thick hair when he dips his head down and puts his soft full lips on my flesh. An appreciative sigh leaves my throat when his hot, wet and soft tongue licks along my seams. He hisses in between the slurps of him fucking my pussy with his mouth. A groan rattles his chest and travels the length of me when he sucks on my clit and then languidly releases, leaving me begging for him not to stop.

  “Yum.” He moans and does it again. My thighs quiver helplessly. He licks and laps at my flesh until I’m panting for air, desperate to come.

  I stare up at the stars that seem to be as scattered as I am right now. This man’s mouth on my flesh is sending me to crazy town. I tense and hold onto his neck, while he licks and laps at me, fluttering his tongue over my swollen clit.

  “Oh, Cass.” He hisses.

  He backs away and rubs his thumb over my clit, massaging it purposefully. The sensation is undoing me. Tears slip from the corners of my eyes down into my ears. He kisses me harder, breathing against the skin on my face.

  “I want to see your tits, Cass but not yet.”

  I whimper when he runs his open palm over my nipple and smiles.

  “If I pull this off, I’m going to fuck you.”

  I don’t respond, unsure if I would even have the super human strength to stop him if he wanted to. This man’s touch is incredible. It should be against the law!

  “Do you want to come?” He croons.

  “Yes.” I breathe out, while both of our gazes narrow in on his wet fingers that expertly slide up and down along my slit.

  He pushes a finger deep inside me and then another, until I’m exquisitely filled.

  “Fuck.” He hisses, dragging them in and out of me. “You’re soaking wet, Cass.” He bites his lip and pulls them out, putting them into his mouth. He licks them clean and puts his tongue back on my pussy.

  My back arches and bows in the rickety plastic chair, desperate for him not to stop. My fingers thread through his hair and the sounds of his wet mouth sucking and licking on my flesh fill my ears, mix in with the trickling sound of the water that splashes against the side of the boat around us. I come mewling out his name. A torrent of waves crash through me, while my legs shake and shiver around him. I’m spent, exhausted, obliterated in his grip.

  Nico lifts his eyes to mine, wipes his mouth with a hand and smiles. I shift to sit up, grabbing for his waist band and he stops me.

  He curls his fingers around my arms and stands me up, pulling me against his chest. I’m still breathing heavy and my legs feel like they’ve turned into spaghetti. The thin T-shirt I’m wearing drops down to cover my bare ass. I press my face against his chest, feeling his warmth. It had been so long since I’d been with a man like this. I didn’t want to go. I push up on my tippy toes and press a kiss to Nico’s lips, feeling the stubble along his jawline. His skin smells delicious and the hold he has on me nearly swallows me. This man makes me feel delicate, comforted, protected - which is the way it should feel when a man holds you. This isn’t the way it felt when Rupert held me, which I suppose should’ve told me everything.

  “Will you stay?” He asks. “Every night, from now on?”

  I look around the old boat and giggle, meeting his eyes again. “You could be an axe murderer.”

  A low laugh rumbles through him, while those bronze eyes hold my attention. “I can assure you pretty girl, I won’t hurt you. I promise. I want you to stay. Will you stay?” He begs in a whisper that’s enticing, summoning, nudging me to surrender.

  I look around, cradled in his embrace that feels like it’s meant just for me. “Of course.”

  “Good, because I don’t want to let you go.”

  Nico

  I awake in the morning with Cass curled up in my arms. She’s still asleep and her ass is pressed firmly into my raging, morning hard-on. I take a deep breath and listen to her own soft breaths against the one pillow in the bed. I brush her hair away from her face, inhaling the strands.

  We’d spent the past two weeks together, fishing and swimming. Cass slept here every now and again. It’s been incredible.

  The light on my phone blinks telling me I’ve had a missed Skype call, which is probably from Tatiana.

  The boat rocks softly. The occasional creak and even stranger sounds can be heard every now and again. I push up on my elbow tracing a finger over her hip. I peer over the side of her, staring into her face. Her eyes shoot open. She yawns, stretches out and rolls over to face me. Her eyes scan my face and then drift down to my chest and my underwear. She takes a deep breath and smiles.

  “Bom dia.” I whisper.

  “Good morning.”

  I palm her face with my hand. She covers it with her own. “What?”

  “Nothing.” I whisper.

  “Any plans today?”

  She shakes her head from side to side slowly and I laugh.

  “I only need to email these pictures to Ambrose.”

  “You can use my laptop.” I suggest.

  “Okay.”

  We stare each other for a while.

  “In a few days, it’s Good Friday.”

  I shrug.

  Cass laughs. “It’s a big deal here. We must make a kite and then maybe we can go to my house for a little while. My parent’s house, I mean.”
r />   My brows shoot to my hairline. “Really?”

  “Yeah, just as friends of course. I will introduce you as my friend.”

  “Sue amigo? Your friend?”

  “Yes.” She whispers.

  I give her a look. “Okay, sounds good. I want to make you breakfast.”

  “Let me make it.”

  “I only have a hot plate and a very tiny fridge but there’s food in there.”

  Cass laughs and edges out of the bed, heading for the bathroom. “I think I can handle it.”

  I reach for my phone and check all the missed calls and messages. I spot Cass standing in front of the sink washing her face.

  “There’s an extra toothbrush in the top drawer.” I sing out.

  We stayed up last night for hours just talking – no sex. I wanted to fuck this woman bad but for some reason I also wanted to wait. I knew we were moving fast, much faster than what she was used to.

  The realization that she even decided to stay here on this shitty boat with me, surprised me – most women would’ve run for the hills. I sit up on the edge of the bed and tap off a few messages to Tatiana. She replies almost right away with an ‘I love you,’ and a tiny red heart.

  Standing, I slip into a pair of shorts and head for the bathroom.

  “Where is your laptop?” Cass sings out from the main cabin.

  “In a bag, tucked next to the bench, down on the right side!” I sing out, staring at myself in the mirror.

  “Okay, I found it.”

  Cassandra

  I move around the tiny kitchen area and turn on the hot plate that only has two burners.

  I have the most comfortable sleep here, even though the bed Nico has is not much bigger than the one I have at home. We stayed up for hours last night talking, kissing and laughing – still no fucking.

  I pad around the kitchen barefoot and naked underneath the thin T-shirt I’m wearing. I find some eggs and milk, a loaf of rye toast and some sausages. I put the sausages in the pan and set the heat to high, cooking them in a flash. I proceed to make scrambled eggs, stirring the eggs and milk thoroughly while staring out of the large window that looks out to the quiet harbor that houses no more than ten boats.

  The sky is clear and the water is calm. I could wake up to this every morning. I pour the eggs into the hot pan and head back to the small nook, searching for Nico’s laptop. I pull out a tan leather satchel and examine it. The leather is soft and supple and it’s monogrammed with the letters N.X.C. I open it and pull out a very sleek iMac laptop and set it out on the table, opening it to view the screen.

  Keeping an eye on the eggs at the same time, I narrow my eyes at the red light flashing at the corner of it, telling me it isn’t charged. I rummage around in the bag to find the cord to charge it. My hand bumps into something hard and cool that rolls around in the bottom of the bag. I pull the object out of the bag and stare at the face of remarkable watch. The face of it is beautiful, complete with a compass. The links clink in my grasp. The back of it is engraved with the same letters as the leather satchel – N.X.C. I drop it back in the bag, find the charge cord and quickly search for an outlet and plug it in. When I hear a beep, I stand and check on the eggs.

  Nico ascends the stairs. “You found it.”

  “Yeah, it isn’t charged though.”

  He narrows his eyes. “Oh, I thought it was.” He moves closer to the pan on the stove and lets out a little laugh. “This is impressive.”

  I give him a radiant smile. “Best breakfast in Bermuda.”

  He smirks. “I bet.”

  “I’m going to make you codfish and potato on Sunday. It’s tradition.”

  “Why Sunday?” He asks with a chuckle. “There’s six more days in the week.”

  “It just has to be on Sunday.”

  “Is there a story behind it? The codfish that is?”

  “Yeah, I think it started like in the eighteenth century, when codfish was brought here from Newfoundland, Canada to feed the slaves here, since it was inexpensive and plentiful. Then it just became a staple of Sunday morning breakfast.”

  “Ah, I see.”

  “Take a seat.” I suggest, pouring two cups of coffee.

  Nico eases down into the chair, keeping his beautiful eyes on me.

  “You look good this morning.”

  I smile and make a face. “I need to shower and brush my hair.”

  Nico shrugs and stands again. He approaches where I stand and wraps his arms around my middle, pulling me against his chest. I find a wooden spoon and scramble the eggs, attempting to concentrate on the task in front of me. I remove the pan from the stove. Nico pushes himself into my ass, allowing me to feel how hard he is.

  I groan and throw my head back against his shoulder. He reaches up and squeezes my breasts through the soft cotton of the T-shirt I have on. I reach back and palm his cock, dragging my hand over the length of it, feeling its thickness. I grind myself into him, gripping the edge of the counter. His fingers drag up the insides of my thighs, pushing up the soft T-shirt I have on, exposing my ass. His fingers dig into the flesh at my hips before he squeezes each cheek. He cups my face turning it towards him and plants a punishing kiss to my mouth. I gasp when he dips away.

  I glance over my shoulder, watching him. He scrambles to release himself, pushing his boxer briefs down, allowing me to admire the BOSS waist band that edges just below his carved abs and that lovely V-muscle that points in the direction that I want to go in. The warmth of his muscular thighs touch the back of mine and his big body surrounds me. He plants two hands on the counter in front of us, effectively caging me, forcing me to face forward. His breathing is heavy and he growls into my neck when the head of his cock, brushes my wet slit a few times. My thighs quiver from the sensation and soft murmurs leave my mouth in anticipation of what it feels like I’ve waited forever for.

  Nico palms my cheek, forcing me to meet his lips over my shoulder. He kisses me hard again, driving into me from behind at the same time. I nearly scream at the feeling of being filled. His golden eyes are blazing, burning into me, obliterating all warring thoughts and feelings. His mouth hangs open as he keeps my gaze.

  I gasp and a moan leaves my lips when he moves, nearly vaulting me into the side of the counter. My fingers grip the edge, while his hands steady my weight. I attempt to close my mouth, to stop the euphoric sounds that escape my throat but it’s useless. I don’t want to stop. I can’t stop. It’s all out on the table now – everything I feel for this man. Nico groans into my neck, shifting himself for a better angle. His hand wraps around my throat and squeezes, while he beats his hips into me like he’s trying to break me.

  I’m covered in sweat and the heat coming from his body is incredible - hot enough to reheat the eggs in front of us. This is entire encounter is wild and fucking obscene.

  I scream at the feeling of his thick cock, slipping in and out of my tight slit, leaving me feeling naked and destroyed each time he pulls out. When he fills me again, my thighs quiver without mercy.

  “That’s it, Cass.” He whispers against the shell of my ear, when he feels it. “You feel so fucking good.” He hisses.

  Soft wails leave my mouth in rhythm with the pounding he delivers to my pussy from behind. The Formica counter in front of me rattles and the dishes on top of it clink, sliding farther to the edge of it, threatening to crash to the floor. Droplets of sweat drip along the sides of my face and down my neck that he holds in his grasp with one hand. I hiss and nearly tear through my bottom lip with my teeth, sinking into the pace he sets behind me, wishing it would never end.

  “I’m coming.” I gasp out, holding the edge of the counter.

  Nico growls and tunnels into me deeper, carving a path to what feels like my stomach, marking up my insides. I moan and scream, powerless to stop the throbbing between my legs. I come hard, crying out his name while he keeps his grip on me. I nearly tear into the skin on his colorful forearm, when he vaults me forward hard, grunting delicious sounds
against my ear, proving that he’s consuming me, crowding me, claiming me.

  Then he stills completely. Loud grunts leave his mouth and into my tangled hair, where he buries his face. Every harsh jerk of his dick coils my hot insides, when he floods my slit with all the cum from his balls. I drop my head, conscious of my hair that’s matted to my face, attempting to steady my breathing. The insides of my thighs are slicked with sweat and Nico’s cum dribbles down near my knees. When I lift my gaze to him, he runs a hand through his dark hair. Then tucks his wet cock back in his shorts and pulls me against his chest. I kiss his lips when he brushes a few strands of my hair away from my face.

  “I didn’t mean for the first time to go like that.” He whispers, making a loud exhale. “From behind and all. I got carried away. I’m sorry.”

  I shrug, still breathing hard. “It’s okay.”

  He smiles. “I’ll reheat the eggs.”

  “Obrigado. Thank you.” I whisper, before heading down the steps to clean myself up.

  When I make it to the bathroom, I push the door to and stare at myself in the mirror. My hair is all over the place and my cheeks are pink – sweat slicks my skin and cum moisturizes the skin on my legs. I take a deep breath, steadying my shaky palms on the edge of the vanity. This is such a small space but it’s cozy even though it’s old. The only things in here that belong to Nico are a toothbrush, there’s a nice herbal soap here and a pile of plush white towels and washcloths and some sort of tatami mat on the floor. It’s minimal but still nice.

  I pull my hair up high on my head and remove the T-shirt I’m wearing. My pussy is swollen and red and my back is beginning to hurt. I didn’t know if I’d make it through the day if he wanted to fuck again but that...what happened just now was the best fuck I’ve ever had.

  I reach in and twist the shower fixture, thinking. The stall steams up and I step in with the intention of being quick. Nico is different – unlike any other man I’ve been with before. I don’t exactly consider myself much of a catch right now, so the timing couldn’t be worse. Groaning into my hands, everything that could go wrong flashes through my mind like hellish memories. I think back to the day Rupert dumped me and how I cried and cried when he told me he didn’t want to be with me any longer. It still felt like a fresh wound that I hoped I wasn’t pouring salt in, if this man were to break my heart too. But Rupert and Nico weren’t the same people – they were different in every single way imaginable.