"Where else would I be?"
Running his hands over her body, he fondled her glorious breasts, caressed her tender backside, and sent his fingers into the slippery wetness between her legs. He'd planned on a long session of teasing and denial, but as he listened to her soft moans and felt her soft submission he changed his mind. She would have the pleasure she'd earned. Rolling her on to her side, he placed his cock at her entrance and thrust forward with slow, strong strokes. The day's decadent events had brought her to a heightened state of arousal, and she could be brought to the brink at any time, but moving his hand between her legs, he rubbed her clit to test the waters. Her soft moans turned fervent, and he could feel the faint pulsing of her inner walls against his cock.
"You are so primed," he whispered, kissing her ear, "and you're going to come so hard."
"I know. I can feel it."
Accelerating his thrusts, he continued his teasing play until she was at the edge, then pulling out he rolled her on to her back. Her eyes gazed up at him, and even in the dim light he could see their sparkling fire.
"I've never felt like this, not ever."
"You're about to feel more."
Though her pussy craved his return, he dropped his mouth to her breasts, languidly kissing them, then hungrily devoured her nipples. Finally raising his head, he slid his fingers in her hair and moved his mouth to her ear.
"Do you want me to fuck you hard, or fuck you gently?"
"I want you to fuck me as you wish."
"Mmm, good girl," he murmured, then traveled his lips to hers.
But it wasn't a gentle kiss, it wasn't a passionate kiss, it wasn't a kiss that relayed their ardent passion, it was all three. As their mouths engaged, he shifted his body, allowing his cock to snake its way back inside her, and with their lips still locked, he thrust forward and began to pump, gathering speed as his climax approached.
"I'm almost there," she suddenly gasped, breaking the kiss.
Her body grew taut, and pulling his fingers from her hair, he grabbed her wrists, pinning them above her head.
"I'm going to fuck you hard," he growled, "and you're going to explode for me. Are you ready?"
"I'm so ready…"
As he pummeled her pussy, her stark nipples brushed against his chest shooting sparks through his loins. Her back suddenly arched, her legs violently closed, and a moment later her cries of orgasmic joy filled the air. His cock felt the demanding clutch of her sex, and erupting in vigorous spasms it jerked out his essence. The intense hours of his discipline culminated in explosive orgasms, until finally groaning as their spasms passed, he fell breathlessly at her side.
"My God," she panted, "I know I shouldn't say this, but—"
"Sssh, just catch your breath."
"I have to. I love you, Duncan, like I never thought I could love anyone, and if it all ends here, yes, it will break my heart, but because of you I know who I am now."
"I love you too, Brittany," he breathed, holding her tightly against him, "I love you from the depths of my soul."
EPILOGUE
The ship had reached Tahiti.
The day before, Duncan and Brittany had enjoyed leisurely strolls and recovered from the marathon session, but returned to The Mermaid for their last dinner on board. Now standing on the deck, they watched the large cruise ship move into its dock.
"I think Patric was definitely the most colorful character on the ship," Brittany remarked. "I'm glad we had dinner there last night, though I still don't understand why you wanted my nipples hidden."
"I'm not sure Patric would have been able to handle a second showing," Duncan said with a wicked grin, "but we'll be repeating the exercise once we arrive in London, I can promise you that."
"I can't wait to get there. I've wanted to visit London for ages, though I wish it didn't take forever."
"We could always stay overnight in L.A."
"No, I'd rather get there, but be prepared. I'll be totally out of it when we arrive."
"I'll be wiped out too, but we can sleep the whole day. We don't have to be anywhere or do anything except—"
"Except snuggle...oops, sorry," she added quickly, "that was a booboo. I didn't mean to interrupt."
"I'll pretend you didn't, but just this once. Now we need to get back to our cabins and make sure we haven't forgotten anything."
"I keep forgetting to ask you," she said as they began walking. "Did you know I was with Cooper Cross the other night, or was I imagining things?"
"You weren't imagining anything, though I do have infallible instincts," he quipped. "Simon called me. You should try and track him down before we leave. You owe him a very big thank you."
"Shoot, I wish I'd known. I'll write him a note and give it to Joe to pass along."
"That's an excellent idea. I hope you learned your lesson."
"You don't have to worry. I'm not planning on an encore."
* * * * * * * * * *
Two hours later they were waiting for their flight in the British Airways First Class lounge, drinking tea and sharing a snack, when Duncan unexpectedly jumped to his feet.
"I'll be back in a few minutes."
"Where are you going? Is everything okay?"
"Fine. I won't be long. Maybe you should call your parents while I'm gone. You've put it off long enough."
"You're right. I will."
As he marched away, Brittany leaned back in her chair and stared out at the runway, still trying to wrap her brain around the sudden and unexpected turn in her life.
"I'm living a fairytale," she muttered. "Shoot. I really do need to call mom and dad. God only knows what they'll say."
Reaching for her cell phone, she asked the attendant to watch their carry-on baggage, and walked across the lounge to a private phone booth. Placing the call, her pulse ticked up, and when her father answered she felt her stomach churn. She didn't need his approval, but she wanted it.
"Hi Dad."
"Sweetheart, how are you? On your way home?"
"Not exactly."
"What do you mean? Are you staying in Tahiti for a few days?"
"Not exactly," she repeated.
"So—where are you going—exactly?"
"The thing is, I met this amazing man, and before you say anything he's not just some joker. He's an English barrister, a real gentleman, and I'm very happy. He's not like anyone I've ever met."
"Being from Britain I would imagine that's true," her father said slowly. "You say he's a barrister?"
"Yes. He asked me to stay with him in London for a week. He's flying me there, first class. Like I said, he's not some joker, and—"
"Where in London does he live?" her father asked, cutting her off.
"I'm not sure, but I'm really happy. You'd really like him, he's very educated, and he's--"
"I suppose if that's what you want," he said, interrupting again, "but give me his full name. I want to check him out, and let me know his address as soon as you arrive."
"His full name is Duncan Rhys-Davies, that's R-h-y-s, then a hyphen, then Davies."
"You say he's a lawyer?"
"No, dad, he's a barrister. There's a difference. I don't know what that is yet, but he's a barrister and—"
"You're an adult now, you can do what you want, but make sure he treats you right."
"I want to tell you about him," she said, feeling slightly annoyed. "He has—"
"I'm sure he's a very interesting guy, but if you run into any trouble call me right away. I know some people there. I'll let them know you'll be staying a few days, and they'll be there in a hurry if you need them."
"Thanks, Dad, but I'm sure I'll be fine."
"Call us when you get there. Your mother's out right now, but she'll want to talk to you."
"Thanks for understanding, and yes, I'll definitely get in touch when I land."
"All right sweetheart, I'll speak to you then."
"Wait. Dad, when you interrupt it means you're not interested in what th
e other person is saying, and you don't care about their feelings or opinion."
"I think that's probably true."
"Don't you care about what I'm saying, or my opinions, or my feelings?"
"What? Yes, of course I do."
"Then why did you keep interrupting me. I've been trying to tell you things."
There was a pause.
"You're quite right. I'm sorry sweetheart, you go right ahead. I'm just in the middle of reading a contract, but it can wait."
"Thanks. I think it's important you know how this all happened."
As succinctly as she could, she told him about meeting Duncan in the restaurant, the creepy blonde who kept staring at her during their dinner at the fine dining restaurant, and how Duncan had enlisted the aid of the Sommelier to have the man removed. It wasn't the whole story, but it was enough.
"This Duncan sounds like a decent guy. I'm glad you made me listen. You stay in touch, and email me pictures, okay?"
"Okay, Dad, thank you."
Walking from the booth sporting a happy smile she headed back to her seat, but Duncan had just returned holding a large box. Feeling a flutter of excitement she quickened her step.
"Were you calling home?" he asked as she sat down.
"I was, it went really well, but I'll tell you about that later. What's in the box?"
"A gift for you."
"Heavens," she said excitedly as he handed it to her. Lifting the lid, she pushed aside the tissue paper. "Wow. A Louis Vuitton handbag. This is incredible. Thank you."
"You're welcome, but you need to open it."
Unfastening the snap, she peered inside and saw a small, oval, wooden paddle.
A hot blush flamed across her face.
"It's a miniature Polynesian oar. When we go out together that's the bag you'll carry, unless it's an evening affair, in which case you'll have an evening bag that can accommodate that lovely souvenir."
"Just like Master Jonas! Duncan, I'm speechless."
"Good, then perhaps I'll have some peace on the journey home."
"I don't think it will last that long," she retorted, then laughed out loud.
"That reminds me. Why did you laugh when I first handed you Emily's Education?"
"Should I tell you? Yes. I must."
As she told him the details of her daydream, and described the cover of the book she'd imagined finding in his cabin, he understood how she had won his heart in just a few days. It wasn't just her sparkling eyes, her sharp intellect and her beauty. Brittany radiated her love of life, and it was contagious.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" she asked as she finished the story.
"Because I love you," he said, leaning forward and lowering his voice, "and you've just given me the title and cover for my new book. I must think of a suitable way to say thank you."
"I think you already did," she replied, holding up her new bag.
"What a devilish mind you have. You even daydream your schemes."
"Not anymore."
"You can fantasize your diabolical plots all you want, just don't act on them."
"I won't, not with you, anyway. I think the flight's about to be called. I'm going to make a quick run to the powder room. I won't be a minute."
Though he smiled as she left, his head was spinning. Was she really his second chance at happiness? How would she respond when he took her to the salacious country estate, Andover Abbey? Would she be able to cope with the hustle and bustle of London after living in a small town?
"So many questions," he said with a sigh. "What I'd give for a crystal ball."
THE END
WET 2: LONDON
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Wet 2: London
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Duncan had left, promising to return with a surprise. He had. Ice was melting on Brittany's burning bottom. Though writhing as she gasped in shock, the soothing chill quickly worked its magic evoking a grateful moan.
"Precious girl," he whispered, softly sucking her neck as he slipped his fingers into her pussy. "You are positively dripping."
But a second block of ice suddenly glided across her breasts. As she caught her breath, his lips fell on her nipples, but he'd dropped the ice in his mouth. To the sound of her utterances of surprise and pleasure, he drew in her puckered cherry tips, sucking and twirling the cube until it completely dissolved.
Brittany was beside herself. The scintillating torture had sent her nerves crackling, her pussy gushing, and she ached to be stretched out on the soft bed wrapped in his arms.
"I have another surprise for you," he whispered, pinching her nipples in quick succession. "Don't go anywhere."
She let out a strange bleating sound as he quickly retrieved the clamps, and holding her tit flesh firmly in his hand, he placed the first at the base of her nipple and slowly released.
"Ooh, Sir, Sir…" she panted urgently. "Please, Sir, what is that?"
"I should scold you for speaking without permission, but I know you're devoid of thought right now," he murmured, moving on to her second breast to repeat the process.
The sharp pain began to change into a dull throb, but her attention was suddenly snatched away. Answering her fervent, silent prayer, he cupped her sex. Holding her breath as he slid his middle finger deep inside her soaked channel, she let it out with a cry of joyous relief. He was thrusting in and out, simultaneously thumbing her clit.
"Sir, Sir, I'm close," she panted, writhing against his hand. "Please, Sir, may I come? Please, Sir?"
"You reached your orgasm so quickly," he said gravely, withdrawing his touch. "You're so filled with hunger. You want it all, don't you, Brittany? How have you survived without this in your life?"
"Sir, I don't know."
But her fervid reaction had fired his own fever, and pulling off his boxers, he tossed them aside, then stepped back to savor the exquisite sight. Her luscious body shone in the glow of the candles, drips of water glistened where the ice had melted, and he could glimpse the erotic dew between her thighs. He softly stroked himself, but only for a moment.
The flogger beckoned.
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