by Love Belvin
Mild guilt began to fold in on me. I didn’t allow it to totally engulf me. Alexis was an adult. She didn’t need to be pinned to me all day. I didn’t prefer that type of relationship, loathed men who couldn’t piss without their woman being in the threshold of the door.
“Oh, my God!” she trilled. “It’s gorgeous out here. Our apartment, the property, the water, the people.” She gasped. “Ida told me about a spring here?”
I nodded, recalling the beauty of it. “I’ll have to take you there this week. Glad you’re enjoying Kamigu.”
Alexis broke out into a grin of modesty. “I thought having Stenton Rogers in my wedding was the peak of my wedding. This…” her eyes skirted into the alfresco of the private dining area. Then they fell, she shook her head. “…I just never imagined.”
There were several things I wanted to say, like how I hadn’t even touched her yet and that it would be the best of them all. But I thought against it as the women began serving our food. It was quite a spread. There are hundreds of Indonesian cultures among the people, so I knew we were in for a treat regarding variety. Rice was the center of the meal, skirted by vegetables, stewed meats and fresh fish, all stationed in large communal plates and bowls.
“I see you’ve found an instant friend in young Yanti.”
Alexis chuckled, placing the linen napkin in her lap. “She’s a sweet girl…dreamy, untainted, and in a quick rush to experience life. Reminds me of me—well, and some of the old me.”
“You’re tainted?” That admission heightened my attention.
She almost blushed again.
Dainty Alexis? Since when? This ambiance must be softening her.
“I’m not into self-abhorrence, but this girl has seen enough to have permanent shades on. Don’t be confused by what you can’t see.” Her eyes traveled over to someone overhead, and I noticed her eyes darkening in vehemence.
“Your Gambang bread, Master Carmichael. Is there anything else I can get for yo—Oh!” Natalia gasped. “I hope she does not have any allergies to peanuts, huhn?” Her charcoal lined eyes shifted inferiorly over to Alexis, who pushed her chin into the air, making clear her discomfit with Natalia.
I guess it wasn’t unreasonable. Natalia’s peasant top exposed her raging cleavage. The language barrier didn’t help. I sighed internally.
“No, I don’t believe she does,” I returned to Natalia. “If you’ve taken care of our villa, that’ll be all for the rest of the evening. You can send Ida in a few minutes to start clearing our plates.”
Natalia sucked in a breath, standing stock still at the slight rejection. It was either her or Alexis, and I had no interest in upsetting my wife on our honeymoon by having the hostess of our trip mooning over me.
“Are you ready for your first authentic Indonesian meal?” I asked Alexis. Natalia mentioned earlier that Alexis had peach pancakes for breakfast.
Alexis’ eyes deliberately softened, she mildly jerked her neck from Natalia who lingered, and licked her lips.
“Yes, sir.”
My dick leaped and I felt my eyes collapse. Natalia leaving the table gave me a moment to settle myself.
“Then let us pray.” I reached for her hands.
After expressing grace, I began fixing a plate. “I’ll fix your plate and explain what everything is while I share with you the power in referencing me as sir, kitten.” I heard the husky rumble in my chords.
I could also hear her breath catch.
As the table was being cleared, I reclined in my chair, feeling the grace of the afternoon breeze. I studied Alexis’ mirthful reaction to Yanti attempting some dance as she sang the lyrics. Each time Ida came from the kitchen she hissed something about her niece getting back to work. We’d just finished stuffing our bellies, and my heart was at ease, knowing my wife enjoyed the cuisine.
Alexis held her wine glass with her palm, cupping the bowl of it with the stem running between her index and middle fingers. She cheered Yanti on, and I couldn’t help being entertained by the nineteen year old myself. She’d been clearly enthralled by my wife and that swelled my heart. The people of Kamigu were strong and prevailing, but their graciousness could make them appear vulnerable.
“Aye… Aye… Aye!” Alexis chanted to a rhythm in hopes of Yanti swaying to it. She was coming along. “Now, watch me whip-whip…” she sang.
Yanti’s thin arm in the air swung wildly and her pelvis mildly as she smiled broadly with her face to the heavens, caught up in the spirit of music.
“Do it with me, Lex!” Yanti demanded, still gyrating with a dish cloth in her palm.
“I can’t do it! I’ve only seen the kids do it at my job—well, old job.” I could see her sober slightly at that reminder.
“Mr. Carmichael, is there anything else we can get for you?” Ida asked, her lips pursed.
I tried straightening my face. I knew they took pride in their services and this level of familiarity with guests was grossly prohibited, but Alexis and I weren’t traditional guests. She was as down to earth as they come and Kamigu was a tertiary home to me. We were fine. But it was time to go.
“That will be all, Ida. It’s time for Lex and I to turn in for a nap. We may be all night.” I’m sure. “We’ll likely have dinner in.”
Ida nodded and took Yanti at her arm, urging her toward the door.
“She belongs to Mr. Carmichael. She is not your friend to reunite with!” Ida scolded her en route.
Alexis glanced over to me, hardly fighting her laughter at that sight better than I’d been able to.
“She’s telling her it’s time for the two of us to get some rest. Together.” My eyes penetrated her. I recognized the moment she caught the revelation.
Alexis took a gulp of her Sauvignon Blanc that I suddenly wanted to lick off her entire tight body. I stood, taking her at the hand and we began a silent stroll to our villa. I didn’t release her hand until we reached the lounge area and I retrieved the iPod I’d brought over and connected it to the sound system of the posh hut. Alexis stood, anxiously fingering the hem of her shorts as she gnawed her lip.
“I’m sure you can gather that I’m prepared to make lo—” Whoa! Was I ready to use that term? I don’t know if I’d made love before. But how else would I tell my wife I was prepared to take her? “love…to make love to you now. I would like to cover a few ground rules first.” I scratched my left brow in contemplation. “It’s really simple: I lead. You don’t direct or request. You allow me to navigate us into this venture. Is that clear, Alexis?” My tone was husky, just above a whisper as my erection grew at the mention of being buried to the hilt in her sweetness.
Alexis’ breathing turned loud and distinct instantly. She was ready. And confirmed it by nodding her head with vigor.
“Okay,” I indicated my satisfaction and tapped the device.
R&B infused electronic compositions began to emit into the air. I made sure to set the volume to a level where we could feel the sensual energy reverberate in our bones. Not that I needed a boost in my desire for her. If anything the mild melodies would remind me to go slow and provide a pace to the dormant beast that dwelled in me. Right now, as I reached for the back of her neck, I just wanted to unwrapped the gift I’d been bestowed and acquaint myself with it.
When my lips pushed into hers, I lashed my tongue through her mouth without preamble, tasting the fermented grapes that sent a zing of sensation down my spine. I could feel the moment her soft lips yielded to mine, joining in. My fingers twisted in her scalp, getting lost in her as I so wanted to be. I could feel her shivering in my arms when I pushed her body into mine, allowing her to feel my erection against her pelvis. I didn’t want to let go of her mouth, and could feel her keeping up with me.
I backed her through the suite into the bathroom, still not prepared to let her mouth go and felt bereft when I had to discard her clothes. She was bare beneath. Christ! I stared intoxicated at her perked breasts that fit in the palms of my hands as I calmed myself. When I pulled he
r shorts down and found her panty-less, anger filled my veins and excitement burst in my chest all at once. God, she was gorgeous! But also reckless. She’d been taking in the island with nothing covering her genitals. My eyes closed, my mind blurred in lustful inebriation.
When I opened them, now centered, I glared at her. Her chest rose and fell in anxiousness. Her eyes diverted in uncertainty. She knew I didn’t approve. Smart girl. I was also pleased by her confidence, her naughtiness. A slow arm reached up and grazed her dark chocolate nipple, twisting it into a gentle pinch. Initially her eyes grew in shock then her head tossed back, and she groaned. When her eyes appeared again, I immediately twisted her right nipple, just slightly, enough for a smarting ache.
She sucked in a breath as her head fell back this time. My mouth was all over that elongated neck, nibbling and sucking the ridges of her trachea. The shower in our villa was an outside unit, bordered by glass and exotic trees for privacy. The family of faucets were built into the glass walls and controlled by a panel inside the bathroom. I pushed her into the wall next to the shower as I reached to turn several faucets on. I’d planned to have her in here since my shower before lunch. Couldn’t wait to wash her from head to toe. This was evident by how I had her bare, pent up against the wall with one shaky leg on the ground and the other trembling at my waist. I would teach her how to control her arousal, but today I wanted it all. My tongue plunged her mouth greedily, pouring my banked passion down her throat, completely saturating myself in the nectar of her unique flavor. That was until her little shaky hands rounded my back and pushed down on the waist of my pants. I leaped back with flash-movements and glared down on her. With my eyes, I admonished her for overstepping and with her downturned ones, Alexis apologized.
We both stood there panting out of control. I needed to get myself together. She’d been abstaining along with me all these months and I was not foolish to believe I hadn’t had an effect on her. I could’ve taken her months ago, I knew this. Besides, she didn’t know the rules. Alexis had no idea her role was to submit to me and give me complete power to bring us both pleasure.
Think about it, Carmichael. She’s in heat, in need, too.
I took a deep breath, considering how I should proceed. Then I tugged my shirt over my head, tossing it to the floor. The collapse of her jaw and slack in her eyelids didn’t escape me. Alexis had never seen me nude. Her eye and body language was appreciative. She liked what she saw. Thank you, God. Why the relief, I didn’t understand. But I was happy that she was pleased. I unfastened my pants and bent to push them along with my boxers down and off, discarding them in the same pile as my shirt. Alexis’ chest jutted for air, her thighs bucked and one rubbed against the other. Her irises danced all around my body. Then they held in an area below my chest. I followed her line of sight and found my penis standing and drumming with verve in the air. When I glanced up to her face, I found her lips parted and tongue pushing against her front incisors.
I sighed, inwardly shaking off the lewd thoughts. I glanced out into the shower and gauged by the smoky mist forming above it, the water temperature was just right, then ordered her in. Pushing air through her mouth she stepped out and into the shower and turned to face me with her hands clasped over her thick thighs. Such a beautiful mixture of trepidation and vulnerability. I joined her, immediately sponging her exquisite body down with liquid soap. I pinched, slapped and gently groped areas, exploring her, enjoying her unhurriedly. As I rinsed her down with the spout, I slipped two fingers between her labia and scissored her clitoris. Her hands clutched my shoulders to keep steady and I ignored her mental imbalance. Relished it. The more pressure I applied the stronger her pelvic thrust into my arm. I was keen on my progress of clearing all the bubbles from her sable frame as I pushed her to the edge. When I felt her first tremble, I withdrew.
Alexis’ legs gave out and I stifled my chuckle, taking my mouth to her expose neck in her agony. I was learning her limits, her temperament, her subtle indicators. I took my time acclimating every ounce of her to my ministrations. I turned her to face forward, still pushing her body into me and thrummed her pebbled nipples, feeling her writhe helplessly beneath me. I could do this. Alexis was mine to act out my needs or fantasies with. To mold and enjoy. To care for after I debase her body. I just had to teach her how to turn off everything she’d been programmed to know as it concerned her femininity, and how she did need me to bring her ultimate pleasure.
Oh, god…
She’d begun grinding on my cock that was directly between her firm cheeks. I had to stop this. I backed away from her abruptly, turned off the water and pulled her out. Inside the bathroom, I toweled the both of us off thoroughly, being sure to touch and tease sensitive receptors on her needy frame.
We journeyed to the side of the bed where I continued to take her mouth. I realized I was addicted once there were no restrictions to her body. She belongs to me. I kissed her with every pent up excitement I’d held until this very moment, excreting into her passionate gratitude for her being sent. Alexis was still nervous, this I could tell by her silent trembles. I didn’t let it deter me. I wouldn’t be rough with her tonight, at least that had not been my plan. I wanted to acclimate her to me gradually.
I directed her onto the bed and nestled between her long legs, holding myself up over her by my hands. She didn’t break away from the kiss. I could tell she was afraid to, not having a clue as to what to do next. This is what she would learn: she needn’t be worried about the phase of our exploration: I’ve got this.
When I withdrew, I could see her pulse drumming in her neck, her lips plumped and moist, and her nipples hard as rocks. I couldn’t help circling them with my thumbs as I straightened over her, my knees still between her legs. I grabbed myself in my hand and stroked. Every inch of me sensitive in her presence. Alexis watched me with bright eyes, her shoulders dropped in torture.
“Put me in your mouth,” I commanded softly.
If possible, her eyes widened even more. I issued a sharp gaze, demonstrating just how serious was my demand. Even further, I positioned my tip centimeters from her lips. She scraped that bottom one, taking moments of consideration. My erection grew painful at the feel of her breath hitting it. Then she inclined, dashed her tongue across the head of me.
“Open.”
I didn’t want the cute licks of a dilettante. I wanted the commitment of the vixen she swore to be all these months. The one I knew was greatly embellished.
And she did open for me. I pushed into her mouth allowing just seconds of her managing me. It didn’t take long for Alexis to grip the front of my thighs to balance herself as she welcomed me deeper. Her demure string popped and she created a pleasant rhythm on my dick, tightening her lips around my fullness, slashing her tongue around the head when I reared, and vacuuming me in when I thrust.
It was my turn to toss my head back, succumbing to the burgeoning sensations. I worked with her, relishing her quick study of oral pleasure. But when it became too much, I stopped it all. My first explosion wouldn’t be in her mouth. I covered Alexis’ swollen lips with mine as I lay her back and shuffled until I could feel her slickened essence against my shaft as I kissed her, and stroked her. It took no time for my sweet kitten to upend her wetness onto me. Within seconds she was convulsing, sucking my tongue from my mouth, and clawing at the wings of my back.
Christ!
I had to pace myself or I would come, too. Suddenly, I couldn’t wait. I’d waited seven years and needed to be inside her now. The swollen head of my cock nudged at her opening before plunging in midway.
“Jesus…” I grunted, body tensed and strained. “I am well pleased, beloved.”
Alexis sucked in air. I remained suspended over her. Her cavern was a snug, dripping wonderland.
“You okay?” She held a breath, nodding her head insistently. “More?”
“Yes.” She nodded again.
I reared and plunged again, this time filling her to the hilt. I couldn’t go
at a delicate rate for fear of losing it too soon. How long I’d last this first time, I didn’t know. I was unsheathed and raw inside of her—that alone was a factor working against me as I couldn’t recall the last time I’d had sex without a condom. Alexis’ was pussy delightful; I was in trouble.
Christ!
“Tidak ada air telah lebih dalam dan tidak lebih manis daripada yang antara kaki kakao Anda,” I groaned.
I began my dives, exploring her universe, working it to yield to me. Training my responses, I zoned out and captured every moment of finally being inside the delectable Alexis Carmichael née Grier. She’s exceptional, bar none. I felt so much while grinding into her. And though it shouldn’t have been, surprisingly, I saw so much as my lids squeezed in ecstasy. I sensed things that thrilled me, matters that concerned me, and possibilities that excited me. Suddenly, I was Alexis, and detected every fear, every temptation and every…caution. I experienced pieces of her essence that were thought to be exclusive of her. I’d never been involved in such an invasion and before I could decide if I should withdraw in fear or charge onward with added knowledge, I felt her walls grip me. I’d been familiar with that response.
Yes, come for me, baby.
But there was no correspondence in other parts of her body like earlier.
Too late…
My balls tightened, prepared to fire. My hips went rigid and I fought through it with two more thrusts before they suspended for my semen to blast through her. My first thought was of frustration. I didn’t want to come before her. That had never been my style. But I quickly got over it once I was bombarded with bliss in every inch of my body, sensations I hadn’t experienced in years.
Finally, I was claiming her with my essence. Marking her most intimate cavity. Forever would she be mine. I’d dreamt of this for months, craved it. Couldn’t wait until I dispersed my seeds all over Alexis: down her throat…all over her body. She’d learn to enjoy the privilege of that. I was sure. I couldn’t recall coming for so long in my life.