Honeymoon Hideaway

by Mia London

  Every lick, every touch, made her want to beg for more. She wanted to beg for him to never stop, but also beg for him to put her out of her misery. She couldn’t remember a time when she needed to come so badly. How much more could she take?

  He made love to her sex, building the ecstasy, but not enough to tip her over. His tongue lapped and kissed her lips as he slowly pushed a finger into her channel.

  She groaned loudly.

  As he stroked her wet core, his kisses traveled upward, kissing and licking her ass cheeks, moving very close to the center, close to her tiny hole. Her muscles contracted.

  “Easy, baby. Relax.” A hand stroked her torso up and down. “Let me pleasure you.” His mouth returned to her ass cheek, sucking gently at first, then harder. No doubt leaving a mark.

  As his tongue moved closer, she panted like she’d run a marathon.

  His tongue glossed over her tight hole just when he pushed a second finger into her sex.

  “Oh, God.” What an amazing sensation.

  He licked her again and again. The sensation was out of this world. How could something like this feel so insanely good? It made no sense, but she couldn’t think about it anymore. She sucked in more air, delirious on the sensation, savoring the slow steady climb of her orgasm.

  His fingers twisted and pumped inside her, and his thumb spun her clit in slow circles, all while his tongue stroked over her tiny hole.

  “Ah,” she cried out, and the climax she was so desperate for exploded with such intensity she felt she could pass out. “Nicki!”

  He continued until her tremors subsided; he pulled back, and she collapsed flat on the bed, gasping for air.

  She vaguely heard the condom wrapper and glanced up to see him sheath himself. He met her eyes. His fingers entered his mouth, and he licked them clean.

  Holy cow!

  He laid on the bed, pulling her to her side, and spooned her from behind.

  “I want to make you come like that every chance I get. You’re beautiful when you come.”

  “I felt like a…” She didn’t want to say it. She didn’t want to mention that was the exact thing she’d witnessed with Jack and the Blonde Bimbette.

  He slid his arm between her breasts, cupping her neck. He angled his body, looking down at her. “What you felt like was a hot woman, exploring her sexuality. Stretching her comfort zone. What it felt like was incredible.”

  He was right.

  She stared into his eyes and smiled. She was surrounded by his warmth, his tender hands, and he made her feel respected, not like a bimbo. She sighed.

  He caressed her hip, lifted her top leg, and aligned his cock at her entrance, pushing easily through her slickness. The delicious fullness of his cock inside her made her tremble. He held her gaze as he continued his push-pull inside her.

  Her eyes drifted closed.

  “Baby, look at me. Look at me while I fuck you.”

  Oh, his words. She hardly ever used those words. But now, coming from him, she somehow loved them.

  They moved as one, him rocking her gently, letting the sensation build again.

  How was that possible? She’d just come a few moments earlier.

  He brought a finger to her clit and massaged it as he thrust into her pussy.

  “Ooh.” She knew he was going to give her another orgasm. She never had more than one at a time.

  “That’s right, sweetheart.” His pace increased. “Now say it again.”

  What? She panted, trying to get oxygen to her brain. “Say what?”

  “Call my name.”

  “Nicholas.”

  He shook his head. “That’s not what you said when I was making you come while licking your ass.”

  “Oh… oh, God… I… I can’t remember.” Her orgasm was so close. Heaven help her. “Nicki,” she blurted.

  “That’s right, sweetness.” He pushed harder, rocking her wildly as his finger circled over her needy clit.

  “Unh.”

  Sweat beads gathered over his brow. “You’re so beautiful and you feel so good. Come with me, baby.”

  “Ah,” she called out. “Nicki,” she nearly screamed as another fierce orgasm ripped through her core and rocketed her entire being.

  Nicholas growled as he pushed several more times before collapsing down behind her, his breathing heavy like hers.

  “I can’t think,” she whispered.

  He chuckled. “Good. You don’t have to.” With his arm wrapped around her, they laid together in amicable silence, enjoying the after-sex glow.

  Finally, he lifted on his elbow to look down at her. “I can honestly say it’s been a long time since I’ve enjoyed sex so much.”

  She giggled. “I’ve never had sex this good.”

  “Well, I’m glad I’m able to give that to you.” He pecked her lips. “Would you mind if I rinse off in the shower before breakfast?”

  “Help yourself. I’ll try and make myself presentable.”

  He leaned down and kissed her longer. “Baby, you could go down there just like this and be more than presentable.”

  She grinned. How did he do that? How did he make her feel like she was the most beautiful woman in the world? She wasn’t. Sure, she had some nice attributes, but her boobs could be perkier, maybe her hips a little curvier. When she was all made up—dress, heels, all of it—she was like an eight. Nicholas treated her like she was a ten.

  That was one thing, she admitted, she would miss after they each went their separate ways. His compliments.

  Cat daydreamed over breakfast about the love making she’d had with Nicholas the prior day, how intimately he’d licked and kissed her. The intensity of her orgasm surprised and shocked her. Frankly, this entire trip shocked the hell out of her. She chuckled into her coffee cup.

  Nicholas had appointments on Dominica and wouldn’t return until dinner that night. Tuesday.

  She was closing in on her departure date and dreaded it. Her time on Saint Lucia was like a real-life fantasy. It was only temporary, yet she couldn’t help but want it to go on.

  Wasn’t that always the case with vacations?

  Ah, but this vacation—this vacation-cum-summer-fling—brought things to a whole new level.

  She had no doubt she’d miss Nicholas when she returned home, but she wouldn’t regret a single moment of these two weeks. Not one.

  She smiled again as she stared out across the pool and patio to the ocean in no hurry since there were several hours before her facial.

  The waiter reached to clear her plate. “Can I get you anything else, Miss?”

  “Yes, please. Could I have an ice water to go?”

  After she had her ice water, she grabbed her sketch pad and charcoals, and made her way to the valet. She took the car ride into town in search of an old church she’d read about.

  When the driver stopped, Cat’s jaw dropped. A beautiful stone church with its huge wooden door, tall steeple, and iron fence took her breath away.

  “Thanks,” she told the driver.

  She found a comfortable spot across the street under a shady tree to sketch. There was so much detail in the building, she wanted to capture it all. She knew already that she’d have to come back another day to finish. No way would she rush this one.

  After several hours, her stomach growled ferociously at her. Her driver arrived. Feeling incredibly accomplished, she had just enough time to get a bite, shower, and head to the spa.

  She arrived at the spa, sans makeup, and the memories of last week’s massage popped in her mind. Little could she know that had been the beginning of something extraordinary. She lowered her head to hide her smile as she approached the receptionist.

  “Catherine Dalton, here for my four o’clock facial.”

  “Yes, Miss Dalton, please follow me.”

  She followed the woman whose nametag read Josephine. Cat hadn’t noticed the short skirt of the woman’s black and white uniform last week. She was fairly certain most places in the States wou
ld have more conservative attire for their employees.

  Josephine opened the door to a quiet, small room, all set up with a reclining leather chair, a floor lamp, and multiple bottles of lotions and creams on a counter.

  “Please slip off your top and bra and wrap this towel around you. Alesha will be right in.” Josephine quietly closed the door behind her.

  Cat changed and sat on the chair when Alesha walked in.

  “G’afternoon, Miss Dalton,” Alesha said in a heavier Lucian accent than most of the workers at the resort. Her eyes sparkled when she smiled, and she wore the same black and white mini-dress uniform as Josephine that showed off her toned legs.

  “Hello. Cat, please.”

  “Cat, lie back, get comfortable, and I can have a good look at your skin.”

  Cat relaxed and Alesha reclined the chair. Taking a seat behind her head, Alesha positioned an illuminated magnifying glass close to Cat’s skin. She investigated and placed small touches on Cat’s forehead, cheeks, neck, and upper chest. “Beautiful skin. I see a bit of dryness and your acid mantle is low. Do you have a toner with you?”

  Cat couldn’t be sure with the woman’s accent, but thought she’d asked about toner. That was one thing Cat had forgotten to pack. “No, I forgot it.”

  “Oh, no problem, dear. Let’s get your skin in tip-top condition.” Alesha lowered the lights and applied a cleansing cream, moving in gentle, circular motions. Her touch was instantly soothing. She stroked up the column of Cat’s neck, whispering praises about how soft her skin was.

  It struck Cat how congenial and polite everyone was at the resort. No one tried to call her Mrs. Sumners, no one thought her requests for travel or food or whatever were too unusual. It was truly like every employee had the sole job of making every guest feel comfortable and welcome. Maybe, for a future vacation, she could come back here. Maybe with Celeste. That made her smile unbidden.

  “You have a pretty smile, Cat,” Alesha whispered still diligently working.

  “Thank you.” She kept her eyes closed.

  In a short minute, Alesha spoke again. Cat had drifted into a tranquil state and couldn’t quite make out what she’d said. Something about décolletage.

  Cat didn’t know what to say so she just nodded. “Mm-hm.”

  Alesha loaded her fingertips with more cleansing cream and moved to Cat’s upper chest. Her caresses and pressure were excellent. Then Alesha loosened the towel and peeled down the fabric to reveal her breasts.

  Cat’s eyes flew open.

  “Please, Cat. Please relax and enjoy.”

  Cat swallowed hard and closed her eyes, trying not to appear like a prude. Perhaps this was how facials were done in the Caribbean. She let the woman do her job—there was no reason to think her facial would be anything less than spectacular. She pressed her lips together and then released a breath.

  Soon, Alesha used a warm washcloth to remove the cleanser. Next another cream, something with a fruity smell, smoothed over her face. Alesha made small circles over her forehead, cheeks, sliding over and under her nose, then down the front of her neck. More lotion was applied. Alesha made full circles over Cat’s breasts and up the middle as if she’d done this a million times.

  Another warm cloth removed the tingly lotion, and then Alesha said something about a face mask.

  The cool cream settled onto Cat’s face, down her neck and circled her entire breast. Cat’s mouth went dry. The woman was just doing her job, but ever so slightly, Cat was getting aroused. Alesha probably had no idea how sensitive Cat’s nipples were as she glossed over them with the concoction.

  The woman finished the application and moved a warm steam machine over her face, creating a soothing effect.

  Cat heard Alesha shift, perhaps getting more lotion, and then her hand reached for Cat’s arm. The woman worked lotion all up and down her forearm, bicep, and triceps.

  She was getting a little massage in addition to the facial. She sank deeper into a relaxed state as Alesha worked for several minutes before moving to her other arm, replicating the process.

  Soon, the steam was pushed away and a warm cloth was placed over her face, except for her nose. Another was placed over her entire chest.

  Alesha was gentle but thorough, wiping off any last bit of mask. She had several more steps—toner and different lotions. Each time Cat’s breasts received the same treatment as her face. At one point, Alesha whispered something about “needing to dry.” And instead of touching her face, she reached to her chest. Her hands were loaded with a slick, almost an oil, lotion, and Alesha massaged her chest and shoulders, and of course, returned to her breasts.

  Cat felt the subtle moisture accumulate at the apex of her thighs but was too embarrassed—or maybe too relaxed—to say anything.

  Alesha pushed the towel down further, moving it out of the way, and added more lotion to continue with the massage. This time she paid special attention to Cat’s nipples, caressing, working in the lotion.

  Oh God.

  Cat’s breathing increased, and unknowingly she arched her back.

  Alesha’s fingertips wrapped around Cat’s ribcage, covering more surface area—up to her armpits across the clavicle, into her valley, and around her breasts. Several times she repeated this movement.

  Cat didn’t know how long the massage went on, but she knew if the woman had volunteered to help her relieve her ache, Cat just might agree.

  And that shocked her to her core. What was it with this island?

  Cat wasn’t some promiscuous woman. Just the opposite, according to her ex. She certainly wasn’t interested in women in that way. But something about the whole experience made her want more.

  Alesha gently covered her breasts with the towel and returned to applying eye cream and a sunblock. “You are a very sensuous woman, Cat.”

  What? Really? Cat wasn’t so sure about that.

  The hour had passed quickly, but the facial was wonderful.

  “You can dress and I’ll meet you at reception, okay?”

  Cat nodded. “Thank you.”

  After she’d dressed and headed to the front, Alesha waited to show her a toner that would be perfect for her skin. So, of course, she bought it and left an extra tip.

  She thanked Alesha and headed out. She had only one thing on her mind—to find Nicholas. Hopefully he was back from his appointments.

  Nic tipped the porter for bringing the heavy box in and leaving it near the door. When Nic had long trips like this, he’d arrange for more sample bottles to be shipped to his hotel to cut down on all he had to bring with him. By the end, he usually went through everything he’d brought or had shipped, and any remaining bottles he’d just leave with his customers, and sometimes with the hotel staff.

  He’d just set down his phone and keycard when someone pushed the door open behind the porter.

  Cat.

  “Hi. What a nice surprise.” Smiling, he watched as she closed the door behind her and made the few steps toward him.

  Her hands cupped the sides of his face then she rose to her toes and planted a big kiss on his lips. She paused and returned for more.

  He opened for her, amazed as hell at the way she’d approached him—but not the least bit upset.

  His tongue melted in the warmth of her mouth, and his hands gripped her hips, pulling her against his growing erection. His cock quickly grew to full size, ready for anything Cat needed from him at that moment.

  Her hands roamed south, not bothering with his shirt, but instead went to work on unfastening his pants.

  He returned the favor, stripping her out of her shirt and shorts as quickly as he could.

  She broke the kiss and stepped back to toss her lingerie. With a hand on his waistband she pulled him toward the pristine white bed. “Nicki. Please.” She sat on the bed, slid to the center, and laid down, reaching for him. Completely naked.

  So fucking enticing.

  Something happened. He didn’t know what, but it must have been big. He c
ould already see how her pussy glistened and how plump her clit looked.

  He pushed out of his pants and yanked the nightstand drawer open, then ripped open a condom and covered himself. He took position over his eager woman, aligned his cock at her entrance and dove in. They moaned in unison. Her neck arched.

  He drove deeper, and angling his body to one side, he circled over her hard nub.

  She shrieked and grabbed his face for another deep kiss.

  He pumped as he caressed her clit, anxious to give her exactly what she seemed to need.

  In just a few short moments, she pulled away, bowed her head back, and moaned long and low. Her beautiful clit twitched under his fingertip. He pumped several more times, allowing his own release. Fucking incredible.

  He collapsed to the side, panting from the unexpected attack. He chuckled.

  Facing each other, she smiled and laughed too.

  He gripped her hand, enjoying the closeness. After another minute, he broke the silence. “That was surprising.” He faced her. “Wonderful,” he waggled his eyebrows, “but surprising. To what do I owe this visit?”

  Her cheeks bloomed with color “I’m sorry.” She reached for the edge of the cover to pull over herself.

  He turned on his side. “Don’t be. Please. I loved it.”

  She gave him a sly smile and glanced up at him through her lashes. “I had a facial.”

  That explained the sheen over her face and the minimal makeup.

  “I… it was very unusual.”

  He tipped his head, curious but waiting for her to continue.

  “Well, the aesthetician did my face and neck, working down to my chest. My whole chest.”

  Nic lifted his eyebrows and his cock came back to life.

  “It was great, relaxing and all that, but I think I got aroused.”

  “You think?” He grinned.

  She ducked to hide her smile.

  With a finger under her chin, he raised her head to meet his gaze. “I’m so glad you got to experience that. That it brought you such pleasure. And I’m glad you came right here.” He glanced down at her pretty tits and cupped one in his hand, running a thumb over her nipple. “Your nipples are sensitive. Did they harden like this when she touched them?”