by Mona Moore
Scarlett gasped as she and Charles approached The Rude Rocks of Koh Samui. Charles was holding her shoes with a huge smirk on his face as they stood with Sanoh on the white sand beach. Sanoh eased with a steady flow into her prepared speech about their destination.
“Welcome to Hin Ta and Hin Yai, also known as The Grandfather and Grandmother Rocks; or The Rude Rocks,” Sanoh began in her delicate, lilting accent. “These natural formations have been here for over a thousand years and have been a source of mirth since they were discovered by the locals many years ago. As you can see, they look quite anatomically, like male and female genitalia.”
Feeling a blush creeping up her neckline, Scarlett stiffened only slightly when Charles leaned in to whisper against her neck. “Why, I have to say that shade of red is most becoming on you, Miss Scarlett. Careful now, I may have to take advantage of you.”
An ache crept into her sex, and she snapped her gaze to his. The vibrant Thai ocean was reflected in their depths, and her breath caught. She hardly heard anything else Sanoh had to say about the oddly, sexually charged Rude Rocks as the heat from Charles’ body was causing havoc within her own. Her breath caught as he moved himself to stand behind her, placing one hand on her hip and pointing out toward Hin Yai, The Grandmother Rock.
“Look,” He whispered in her ear. “Do you see how the rocks glisten with dampness?”
Scarlett was having a difficult time taming the hammering of her heart as Charles pressed himself against her backside. She could feel the outline of his cock against her ass and swallowed around the lump in her throat with difficulty. The rocks, a perfect etching of a woman’s sex, were glistening in the sunshine as though they were wet with need. Jerking her head, she managed a swift nod.
Charles pressed a soft, aching kiss just beneath her earlobe and inhaled against her skin. “I want you that wet later. Be ready.”
The air rushed out of her lungs as she hadn’t realized she’d been holding it and Scarlett found herself staring into the smiling eyes of their Tour Guide. Sanoh smiled. “The rocks seem to have that effect on people.”
After the initial surprise of the rocks, Scarlett recovered enough to snap some pictures, managing to gather her composure. Charles seemed very satisfied with himself throughout the entire experience, and she had to wonder what his goal was. Surely Charles knew that she belonged to him beyond a shadow of a doubt. Did he need more proof than all of – well – THIS.
The crowd began to disperse making room for a new group to admire the titillating scenery before them. As Scarlett took one last picture of Grandfather Rock standing proudly erect behind Charles, she let him usher her back to Sanoh who was waiting for them patiently by the wayside. They ventured to a local coconut plantation that just about blew Scarlett’s mind. There were palms as far as the eye could see and piles of fresh coconuts were plucked by trained monkeys and delivered to everyone. They drank the sweet and salty liquid from within and then eagerly scooped out the soft tender flesh with a spoon. It was incredible.
Later they found themselves in the town of Nathon. They visited souvenir shops where Charles bought Scarlett an elephant charm bracelet that he immediately fastened to her wrist. Lunch was an unbelievable experience. The flavors and textures were unlike anything they had ever had before. Even the restaurant where they had their first date didn’t compare to the authenticity of the meal they indulged in of fresh prawns in a creamy coconut curry.
They got to catch a glimpse of a mummified monk inside a Buddhist Temple in Wat Khunaram and then concluded their outing with a trip to the Big Buddha Temple. Scarlett hadn’t noticed until just then how quiet Charles had become. She watched him silently as he stared up at the huge statue, sitting in a state of calm and purity. The sunlight glinted off his gold skin, almost hurting Scarlett’s eyes, but Charles would not look away. She also noticed how many people dropped to the ground in prayer and meditation, some even crying at seeing the idol. It was then that she realized how far removed she was from the real Charles.
He bowed suddenly in reverence, reaching out for her hand. When he straightened, his eyes took hold of hers, and he stared into their depths seriously, almost as if searching for something within her. He gave a small smile.
“You know,” Charles began, pointing to the Buddha. “The incredible thing about Buddha was that he was a man. Just a man. He wasn’t a God and had no desire to be one. Yet, with his philosophy, he managed to change lives. It’s what made me want to be a doctor.”
Scarlett’s heart pounded furiously in her chest. This was another admission from Charles that brought her closer to who he was. It was another confession from his soul that made falling in love with him that much easier to do. As she stared into his eyes, she searched for a response from him, a similar affection that she could cling to like a secret hope, and then just like that – it was gone. Charles’ shield was up in full force. The fortress walls closed in around his heart. He squeezed her hand and let go, allowing it to fall to Scarlett’s side, forgotten.
The ride back to the hotel was spent in silence. Scarlett felt like they had taken two steps forward and a giant leap back. A few times she tried to catch his eyes, but he was too engrossed by the scenery flying by them to have taken notice of her. They walked briskly to their room without a word between them, her legs and feet aching from the long day.
Somewhere inside of her, she was broken. She found her mind playing cruel tricks on her, calling her a fool for thinking a trip to Thailand could fix things. Reprimanding her for turning Frank away. Scarlett didn’t know what to expect when Charles ordered their dinner through room service. They took turns showering in the double shower and when they were both ready, sat out on their patio and ate, once again, in silence. Scarlett watched the sky as it caught fire. The sun slowly setting in the distance. Something about its beauty hit her in such a way, she felt a strange swelling of emotion in her heart that quickly made its way up to her throat and constricted there.
As they finished up their meal, Scarlett began to scour her bag for her toothbrush when suddenly, the light went out on Charles side of the bed. He was already under the covers with his back to her. She stared down at her toothbrush momentarily before laying it next to the bed on the night table and slipped beneath the covers herself. The lump in her throat returned just then as she found herself staring at Charles’ naked shoulders. She wanted to touch him but was afraid. A tear slipped from her eye and gathered there in the inner corner. Brushing it away fiercely, Scarlett turned her back to him and closed her eyes.
“Goodnight,” Charles murmured.
It suddenly dawned on her that she had forfeited her own wants and needs with Charles to make sure he would be in a better place. That was what this trip had been all about. She wanted him to heal from the loss of his wife. She wanted to get closer to him as well. However, the notion that perhaps she would end up walking away from all of this without Charles suddenly took root in her heart. For the first time since booking the trip, Scarlett’s fears became a reality. Perhaps it was time to do a little healing of her own.
Scarlett didn’t bother to reply. She only stared up at the ceiling until her body finally relaxed and sleep took her.
CHAPTER THREE
After crying herself to sleep the night before, Scarlett felt odd about having booked a Tantric Yoga session for her and Charles. With the direction things took last night, she felt utterly foolish about it. What had she been thinking? Scarlett wanted to smack herself and was pretty sure her face matched her hair in color. As Charles walked beside her, yoga mat tucked under his arm, she couldn’t read him.
They turned into a large, natural looking room in the resort with bamboo walls and large salt lamps in the corners. It wasn’t like the other Yoga room which was open and facing the ocean, allowing the salt air breeze to waft in. This room was entirely enclosed, away from prying eyes and any kind of noise. The scent of jasmine filled her nostrils. Scarlett excused herself to the changing room and nervously ch
anged into her sports bra and yoga pants. She tied her hair back and took a deep breath in. A small voice inside of her told her to calm down, but her heart was wildly beating a mile a minute. How much more embarrassment could she endure?
Walking back out into the yoga room, Scarlett was surprised, and yet relieved, to find Charles waiting there also ready for the yoga session. She hadn’t been sure if he would be up for this kind of connection, especially after their lack of physical intimacy the night before, but he was still there – and with a smile on his face no less.
The room was quite warm, and the lights were dim. The salt lamps gave off a lovely orange glow that seemed to seep into Scarlett’s skin comfortably. Some of the other couples were talking and stretching as they waited for the instructor. Scarlett found Charles couldn’t seem to take his eyes off her and when she blushed at the attention, his smile broadened. He was such and enigma.
A lithe Thai woman came into the room with a small stereo and sat down cross-legged in front of the group. She greeted everyone with a friendly smile and turned the radio on. The sound of soothing music escaped the speakers to fill the air as the session finally began.
Scarlett swallowed with difficulty as the first pose required that she and Charles face one another. There was an intensity coming off Charles in thick waves as he held her eyes captive. Scarlett found she felt slightly uncomfortable, but despite any qualms, Charles was prepared to take the session entirely seriously.
“Begin by placing your palm against your partner’s Heart Chakra,” The instructor commenced in that delicate accent Scarlett found to be so calming and pleasing to the ear. “As you do so, feel the beating of your partner’s heart beneath your palm. Feel it’s strength moving from their body to yours. Now imagine the feeling your Heart Chakra is giving them. Send your energy through to them. Breath deeply and slowly.”
It was becoming increasingly difficult to concentrate on the instructor’s words and find her inner calm with Charles’ hands so intimately on her. The heat from his palm was radiating outward through her chest, warming her face and making her heart race. She blushed furiously when she caught a glimpse of the beast within Charles as his eyes raked her face and upper body like he was stripping her bare. Scarlett had to summon everything within her to still her breath for fear the others would hear her soft pants. Charles licked his lips, his white teeth gleaming as he flashed a seductive smile at her. Heat pooled into her sex. The man was a complicated paradox.
“Now we shall begin nurturing meditation.” The instructor dictated precisely. “This is something special for the couple, as it is a way of using your own energy to help your partner heal. Generally, I would tell you to choose which partner needs the most help, but I want this to be about helping everyone heal. You are all here for a reason. So, we will start with nurturing the man and then move to the woman."
She walked around the room, her dark hair spilling over her shoulder as she helped everyone get into position for the nurturing of both partners. Essentially, they were spooning, with the person at the back cradling the head and heart of the person in front to give them energy and support. It felt strange for Scarlett to be giving her strength to Charles, but hadn’t that been what she had been doing all along? This was simply the physical manifestation of how she had been helping him through his conflicting emotions. She hoped he could feel how much she wanted to help him overcome his demons.
They switched positions, with Charles’ body curled behind her as if they were two puzzle pieces making the perfect fit. Scarlett hadn’t expected to feel anything, but as they lay together, with Charles hands cradling her head and heart, she felt a strong pull of emotion welling up like a tide inside her. She was afraid she would begin to cry. This whole time, being strong about Frank, work, carrying her own self and then taking on Charles’ troubles, it had all been so much. Even though Charles began as her therapist, she had not really felt any support from him until just then in that moment.
“For the last move, we are going to perform Yab-Yum,” The instructor whispered. “This requires silent contemplation which may cause discomfort for some of you. This is the ultimate connection between man and woman. It aligns chakras and gives them a natural way for their bodies to become one.”
Scarlett was instructed to sit on top of Charles’ lap, crossing her ankles behind his back. In this position, her sex was intimately aligned and pressed against Charles. This was what Scarlett had expected of the Tantric Yoga session, and she felt herself becoming suddenly nervous. Charles was instructed to look deeply into her eyes, and a weakness fell over her whole body at his soul-shattering stare. The sexual energy flowing from him to her was making it nearly impossible to keep her hips still as she wanted to rub herself against his cock slowly.
It was incredibly sensual, but also so much more than that. Scarlett and Charles were breathing in the same space, and it was as if they were the only two people in the room. They naturally began to kiss, the other couples fading away around them. She was his breath, and he was hers. Their tongues and lips softly searching one another’s souls. The sexual energy of the room rolled over them like waves, and as the session came to an end, they were hard pressed to move apart.
They walked back to their room in silence. Scarlett’s heart was still beating hard and fast. So much so in fact that she felt it vibrating throughout her body and making her scalp throb. There were no words to describe what that Yoga session had been like for her. She was wondering if it had done the same for him. Charles opened the door for her, and she slipped quietly inside. Scarlett turned around to say something and suddenly found herself tackled into the wall behind her, her back pressed hard into the corner. Charles lifted her, catching her mouth frantically with his as they tore wildly at one another’s clothes.
The blinds weren’t drawn, and the sunlight streaming in illuminated the room brightly. Anyone that passed outside could witness the passionate scene within. Scarlett didn’t care. They were starved for one another. Charles tore her sports bra as if it were a thin napkin releasing her breasts to his eyes and mouth. He promptly devoured one nipple, and she drove her fingers into his hair, rocking his head against her.
“Yes,” She hissed as his teeth grazed her tender nipple before sucking it deeply into the warm cave of his mouth. Gasping, she pushed her breast further into his mouth wanting him to take more.
“Please,” she begged breathlessly. “More. I need more.”
Charles made hungry noises as he slurped, nipped and sucked on her eager flesh. Scarlett was so aroused her sex was clenching painfully in anticipation of that first plunge. He set her down only momentarily to push her yoga pants down her legs and his shorts past his hips before lifting her up and driving his cock home.
“Fuck me,” Scarlett gasped, her voice sounding foreign to her. She braced her hands on either side of the wall as he pushed into her wildly, his hands gripping her hips as he rammed himself home into the welcoming warmth of her pussy.
Her hair had fallen into her face, but she could see Charles’ eyes as he fucked her mercilessly into the wall behind her. His beast had clawed free, and she laughed breathlessly. She could feel it with every upward plunge into her body. Not sure how, they came away from the wall, Scarlett was somehow sitting astride him on the mattress, her hips rolling over him relentlessly as they both moaned. The sensation of his cock slipping in and out of her was utterly delicious, and she bent down to lick Charles’ lips before sliding her tongue deeply into his mouth.
“Do you like that?” She whispered, flicking her tongue against his. “Do you like me fucking you like this? Tell me how much you love my pussy.”
“It’s so tight and wet,” Charles gasped, hardly able to contain himself. “I fucking love it. Fuck me harder.”
This was the first time Scarlett felt like she was somewhat in control of the entire situation and she relished it. Hot, erotic words spilled from her lips. Words and sentences so filthy they typically would have made her blush, but
they simply fueled her forward. She picked up speed, bouncing up and down on his cock as he smacked her ass roughly, pushing her to go faster.
“That’s it,” He urged, flexing his hips upward. “Take what you want Scarlett. Make my cock yours. Fuck me hard.”
She lost all abandon then as Charles thrust up into her with enough force to make her cling to his shoulders as she rocked her hips against him recklessly. Sweat trickled between her breasts and down the small of her back. She could feel her orgasm nearing its peak, her skin heating up. Her whole body tensed and her movements became jerky as the pleasure she sought came closer and closer. It wasn’t long before her pussy was throbbing and pulsing wildly around his hard cock. Charles took the moment to flip her onto her back and began driving his thrusts home.
“Again,” he hissed, gripping her beneath her shoulders as he pounded into her roughly sending them scooting across the bed until her head was hanging off the mattress. “Cum for me again. Harder. Shake for me, baby.”
Scarlett let out a wild keening cry as she exploded around his cock. Her whole body singing and convulsing as he rocked into her faster. Her orgasm wouldn’t recede and kept climbing until she came a third time. The last time made her sight go black as the blood rushed into her head as it hung off the side of the bed. When Charles came, he growled and bit her neck sending wicked shivers coursing through her body. His body jerked as he spilled within her and Scarlett gave one last hoarse gasp, clutching him as tightly to her body as she could.
“Thank you,” Charles whispered into her neck, raining kisses over her face and chest.