Bare In Bermuda (17 page)

“She is not my girlfriend,” he repeated. “We were lovers, but it's over. It was over a month ago, and she knows this perfectly well. Believe me. The entire staff of the hotel we stayed at in Buenos Aires and a few cab drivers knows that it was over between us.”

Part of Henna wanted to be a witness to what a fight between Fatima and Eduardo looked like. She imagined a lot of screaming, finger pointing, and a fair amount of broken crockery. Eduardo’s passion filled him until it spilled out in his lovemaking. She’d avoid getting him truly angry. Assuming she decided to believe him. “Why do I have the feeling you are not a pleasant man to be around when you’re angry?”

“Because I’m not. I am tempted to be angry with Romeo for inviting Fatima, but I can’t be. I never got around to telling him that Fatima and I were finished. This is why she is here. That, plus the fact she is Romeo's godmother. He had to invite her regardless of my personal feelings.”

“She's Romeo's godmother?”

“She was Pilar's best friend.” At least he had the decency to look embarrassed.

“You're sleeping with your dead wife's best friend? Tell me honestly. If Pilar were alive, would she kick your ass on principle for being such a...” The right word escaped her. Then it came to her. “Such a man? Let's be honest. Those giant boobs had to factor in your poor decision making somewhere.”

“If Pilar were alive, then I wouldn't ever take another woman to bed.”

“You know what I mean.”

“She'd beat the shit out of me. Repeatedly. Not just because Fatima was her best friend or because she's Romeo's godmother, but because she's so outrageous and kind of annoying.”

“I think I would have liked Pilar.”

“You two would have gotten along very well. You are both very strong women that clearly have no fear when it comes to putting me in my place.”

“Fatima is not your girlfriend. You swear she's not your girlfriend?”

“She's not my girlfriend. She never was. We were just lovers. As you pointed out precisely, I am a man. I have needs. The enormous breasts were a selling point. I probably could have made a better choice, but when she stuck those in my face, my resistance crumbled.”

“Ass.” She chuckled despite herself.

“You have already told me that you like my ass, so I will take that as a compliment.”

“It wasn't.”

“I know.”

She forgave him. Fatima wasn't a part of their story as a couple. If such a designation could even be applied to what they had. Lovers, as old fashioned and somewhat clandestine as it sounded, fit.

“Do you think anyone knows?” She looked up at him and saw the same delicious profile she'd woken up to that morning.

“That we're lovers?” he asked. “No.”

“You're not going to tell anyone about what happened between us, right?” She stared at him.

“Henna,” he said. “I do not know what kind of men you spend your time with, but they must not be very well mannered if they spend their time talking about their romantic involvements.”

The elevator stopped at their floor, letting them out.

Henna walked down the hall to her room and opened the door with the card. She heard Eduardo close the door behind them, flicking the security lock in place.

Immediately, she went to the balcony and closed the sheers against the sunlight pouring through the open doors. The sheers pushed back the bright light and offered privacy, but flickered gently in the perfumed breeze that floated in.

“It is a beautiful place,” Eduardo said, coming up behind her. His hands lighted on her waist, drawing her back against his body.

“It is,” she said. His hands slid around her body and lay flat against her stomach as his mouth found her neck. “What are you doing?”

“Do you want me to stop?”

“No,” she said. “I don't.”

“Then I am trying to entice you to come to bed with me.” His hands slid over the silk of her dress to cup her breasts. “While everyone thinks we are being tourists, we can spend the day making love.”

“I rather like that plan,” she said. “But what do we say when they ask what the perfumery was like?”

“We tell them that it was beautiful.” He slid his hands down her body to the cloth belt that held her tank dress together. “And that they should go.”

“That would be fibbing,” she said as he quickly unknotted her belt with his nimble fingers.

“I would do more than fib to have you in my arms.” His fingers edged inside her dress opening it up and slipped it off of her shoulders.

Henna laughed a little as she stood in her shoes.

“Am I funny?” he asked.

“No,” she said. “You are unreal. I didn't think men like you existed.”

“What kind of man am I?” His fingers found her nipples through the filmy lace of her bra and began pinching and plucking. He then nudged the lace of the cups under the curves of her breasts, freeing them to receive the full benefit of his attention.

Part of her just wanted to reach behind her, unhook her bra and toss it to the side. But one night with Eduardo was enough to know he was a man who liked to be in charge of his own seduction and he didn't need her help.

“Charming,” she said, pressing her lips together as she thought. “Sexy. Handsome. Seductive. Masculine.”

“These are all very good things.” He released her nipples and his hands traveled down her body to her panties. The way he stood behind her meant there was little she could do to him while he continued to methodically stimulate and disrobe her. A voice inside her head told her to let go and let herself be made love to. Henna gave herself permission to simply be and not have to do.

One hand cupped her sex massaging the lace material into her aching mound. A moan escaped her throat as she began to rub against his hand.

“Don't be so eager,” he chided, giving her pussy a gentle slap.

Henna gasped at the shock of pleasure his unexpected swat gave her.

“Did you like that?” His laugh was low and liquid like melted chocolate. “Maybe I'll do it again later. But now...” His hand returned to massaging her pussy. “Just be patient. We do not need to be anywhere. There is no need to hurry.”

“If you keep that up, I'm going to come.” Her knees started to wobble. “Hurry or no, what you're doing is exquisite.”

“You are eager,” he said continuing to massage her. “I think you have never had a lover who you could trust to give you pleasure, so you've always taken it as quickly as you could get it.”

Her immediate reaction was to feel offended. Then she thought about it. “Actually, you're absolutely right.”

His hand stopped massaging and rested on her hip. “I am not a selfish lover,” he whispered. “Your pleasure is my pleasure.”

One foot started to slide out of her shoe.

“Leave them on,” he said. “Just for now.”

He stood, and his leg nudged between her legs until she was forced to take a small step. He nudged her legs wider until she stood with her feet more than shoulders width apart. The sheer fabric of the curtain flicked against her body as the breeze touched the dampness between her legs.

He unclasped her bra and tossed it to the side. One hand found a ruched nipped, and the other slid down her body to her wet sex. Two fingers spread her lips, exposing her swollen clit to the breeze. A shiver passed over her body as the wind licked her like a lover.

“Don't move,” Eduardo whispered into her ear as he suddenly released her body.

She registered the sounds of him removing his clothing as he moved around the room. When he pressed his body against hers again from behind, she felt the smooth silk of his skin. With her legs spread and the shoes placing her on her toes, she understood what he wanted. His hand pressed her back gently, urging her to bend forward. Henna was immediately grateful she religiously attended her yoga class as she bent forward, tilting her backside to him.

“Very pretty.” He ran his hands over her rounded bottom. “You know what I want. I know what you want. Perfect.”

The tip of his cock slid up and down her slick vulva, playing with her aching clit ever so briefly before easing inside her opening and filling her with one quick thrust. With his hands on her hips, he began rhythmically drawing her to him then pushing her away. When she expected him to go deeper, he suddenly pulled out. He took a deep, calming breath while she was ready to scream in frustration.

He knelt behind her and spread her cheeks. His hand left her hip and began tracing a line from her clitoris to her anus. He lapped at her pussy, licking all along the slit and ringing her anus. It felt strangely erotic, having him touch her there.

He held her ass cheeks with his big, strong hands as his mouth and tongue traced lines around her sex. It drove her wild, even though she found the anal play a little shocking. He leaned forward, pausing to flicker imaginary circles around the puckered rim. He toyed with her clit and sensed the energy gathering in her, close to bursting free. When his finger began circling her slick liquid around the tight pucker, she gasped and her mouth opened into an O. One finger slid inside.

“Relax,” he said standing behind her. “Unless you want me to stop.” The finger continued to tease deeper, stretching and burning, yet in an excruciatingly delicious way.

“No,” she said quickly. “Don't stop.”

“Then relax.” He pulled his finger out and the head of his penis pressed against her anus. It eased forward and slid past the tight ring of muscle. His breath quickened against her temple as he took her inch by inch until his length fit snug inside her. The sensation was different, but not unpleasantly so. In fact, being filled in this way was a new sort of pleasure she couldn’t have quite imagined without experiencing it. His hands wrapped around her hips, and as he began to move, the heat of his thighs seared hers.

Henna sighed deeply from the unusual sensation. She stopped anticipating the orgasm, which she knew would come and lost herself in the ecstasy of the moment. The feel of the breeze against her skin, the sound of the sea, and the smell of the flowers permeating the air enveloped her as Eduardo drove inside her. She felt a different sort of alive than she’d ever felt before. Two tangled fingers slid into her clenching vagina and another stroked her clit. The added sensations were more than she could bear as the first waves of an orgasm gripped her core and rippled through her body.

She cried out, not caring the doors to the terrace were open, and Eduardo didn't try to silence her. He urged her on with his one passion reaching its peak. A deep groan and the hot pulse of cum hitting latex told her that he'd found his pleasure along with her.

“Henna,” he sighed a minute later as he pulled gently out of her. “You are so beautiful when you come.”

She stood up straight stretching her body as he walked into the bathroom. With any other man, she would have scrambled into a robe or the very least her underwear. Eduardo was different. He wasn't like other men. With that thought in mind, she lay on the bed, twisting her arms and legs and adjusting her body so there was no mistake when he walked out of the bathroom she was all woman and ready for him to keep on being a man.

Eduardo emerged from the bathroom, and she finally got a good look at his body in the unforgiving light of day. Lean and muscled, he had a body most men half his age would envy. There was a distinct tan line around his hips and ass that told her he spent a great deal of time outside swimming. He looked at her, stretched like an odalisque, and smiled.

“Do you regret not going to the perfume factory?” he asked as he reached the bed and lay down next to her.

“Not in the least” Her fingers ran down the long muscles of his stomach through the patch of hair between his navel and cock.

“I want to do things to you.” He smoothed his hand down the curve of her body, finally giving her thigh a squeeze.

“I think you already have.” She took his hand and kissed his knuckles.

“You have so much untapped passion,” he said. “I want to steal you and take you home with me so we can spend as long as it takes exploring that fire in you.”

“Yes.” Henna didn't know who she was at that moment, but whoever was living in her skin would have run off with Eduardo without a second’s hesitation. “I mean...”

“You mean, yes,” he said. “Stop trying to hide the woman inside you. You don't have to apologize or explain why you want me. If you want me, you tell me you want me. I'm your slave of passion.” He had the decency to grin after making such an outrageous proclamation.

“I...” She squeaked and laughed. “You really are like no other man I've ever met.”

“Tell me what you want.” He lifted her hand and kissed the inside of her wrist. “Tell me what pleasure you desire. We have the whole day for ourselves.”

Henna closed her eyes, breathed in the tropical air and exhaled, letting her body relax. “This is paradise. What I want is to be here with you.”

Eduardo leaned over her and touched his mouth to hers. An entire day locked away in a hotel room with a beautiful woman who wanted him as much as he wanted her was as close to heaven as he'd come in years. He had no responsibilities that day. His son was going snorkeling with his friends, and although he'd been invited, he knew the group of young men would have a better time without him in tow. His mother, brother, and his sister weren't due to arrive for hours. Some family and friends had begun arriving, but he would see them that evening for cocktails. He was free, and Henna was giving him the unmistakable look of a woman who was ready to go again.

“Roll over,” he told her, moving his body to accommodate hers on the bed. “On your stomach.”

She gave him one of her quizzical stares but shifted slightly onto her stomach.

It was simple intimacy he missed the most about not having a woman in his life. Sex, yes, but also just touching and being close. He carefully straddled her thighs, placed his hands on her back, and began slowly massaging her shoulders and neck, placing kisses in the wake his hands. “Lotion?”

“Bathroom,” she mumbled. “The white bottle. Not the pink tube.”

He chuckled a little as he got up. “Of course.”

A quick study of the pink and the white bottles revealed no clue as to what might make them unique, but it didn't really matter. He grabbed the white bottle and returned to the bedroom. Setting the lotion on the nightstand, he resumed his position on her thighs.