Bare In Bermuda (31 page)

Her gaze fixed on his cock, and she wet her lips then pressed them together. He pictured her perfectly painted lips sliding over him, leaving a rosy pink imprint, and he grew harder. The hair on his arms rose as he watched her watching him. From where he stood over her, he could see down her dress and the firm round curves of her breasts waiting to be freed from the lacy bra she wore.

His hips involuntarily pressed forward as his cock reached for her mouth. She looked up at him, smiled a little, then bent her head to the side as her bubblegum pink tongue slipped out of her mouth and drew a circle around the tip of his cock. Pre-cum leaked from the slit and onto her tongue as she continued to make the smallest feathery strokes on his sensitive skin.

At last, in one complete move, she opened her mouth and throat and swallowed him whole, taking all she could into her mouth. Her hands held him from behind as she kneaded the muscles of his ass, occasionally pulling his cheeks apart in a way he found unfamiliar and wholly erotic.

He spread his legs in response feeling the weight of his balls as they hung loosely between his thighs. Her fingers explored places he knew were erotic but had never received attention. With a soft, but persistent touch, the tips of her fingers stroked a line between his scrotum and anus. With a suddenness that made him gasp, one finger entered his hole then exited just as quickly.

A spasm jolted through his cock. With her sucking mouth and swirling tongue around his cock and her pulsating finger inside his anus once again, curling toward his prostate, he knew what was about to happen would be consuming. When he came, his body heaved and a cry escaped his throat. A load of hot cum shot from him in what felt like a never ending stream.

When it was over, Henna still didn't release him. Instead, she held his deflating penis in her mouth, kissing it like she would his tongue. Eventually, with a slick pop, she released him, then flicked her eyes up at him. “I missed you today. All I could think about was getting you to myself again.” She rose from the bed, pushing him back slightly as she slid against him. “Did you like that? Special blow. Just for you.”

“I liked that very much. I like what you did.” He took her hand and placed it on his ass. “I like that. It's different.”

“Was it?” she asked going into the bathroom and running the water. He followed her like a shadow. “If you're nice to me, I'll use my rabbit on you.”

“What's a rabbit?” he asked as she washed her hands.

“It's a kind of vibrator,” she said. “Trust me. You'll love it.”

“You mean that bright pink silicone thing you have in your carry-on bag?”

“Did you go looking through my things?”

“I did,” he said. “I wanted to make sure you weren't a prostitute.”

She stared at him with narrowing eyes.

“Would you rather I lied to you?” he asked. “After we were together for the first time, I looked into your wallet for your identification.”

“Why?” she asked. “Why were you so obsessed about my potentially being a hooker?”

He'd walked right into that question. “I'll tell you, but you have to promise not to laugh at me.”

She blinked a couple of times as a smile started to spread across her face. “Let me guess. You were staying in a hotel in…” She paused and waited for him to speak.

“New York,” he said. “Do we really have to discuss this?”

“And you were at the bar having a few drinks with a friend…” Again she paused. It was as if she already knew the story he'd told no one.

“Wholesaler from Switzerland.”

“And a woman who you would have never thought was a prostitute mistook you for…”

“Her brother's college roommate. Which I should have known was a mistake. I never had a roommate. I had a wife and a baby when I went to college.”

She laughed out loud. “How much did that cost you?”

“Other than my dignity? Nothing. I figured it out before we went back to my room. Needless to say, after that, I'm wary when beautiful women want to have sex with me for no apparent reason.”

“I can think of many reasons to have sex with you,” she said. “So you want to try out the rabbit?”

He thought about it for a moment, then shrugged. He'd asked her to open herself up to new experiences, why wouldn't he do the same. “Okay.”

She clasped her hands around his neck as he gazed into her margarita-colored eyes. Her eyelids slipped shut as she gently nudged her tongue into his mouth. The instant her mouth touched his, he was lost again. Each stroke of her tongue against his sent a pulse to his shaft, waking it up after only a short rest. Her tongue slid around his as her hands stroked the planes of his shoulders and arms. With his fingers, he quickly untied the knot in the belt that held the silk dress together.

Henna shed her dress with a shrug of her shoulders, letting it fall to the ground in a puddle. Her skimpy panties were distinctly wet and her breasts filled in the curved cups of her lacy bra to perfection. He placed his hands on her hips and looked down at her body. There was nothing he saw that he didn't like.

With a snap of his fingers, he unhooked her bra and pulled it off, quickly discarding it. Then his thumbs hooked around the top of her panties, and with a fast shove, they fell to the floor. “I really like that,” he said as his eyes drank in her bare pussy lips, shimmering and damp with her slick lubricant.

“Good,” she said. “Because I prefer to be tidy.”

“You're perfect,” he said. “I like you like this.” He reached his hand between her legs, cupping the smooth damp mound of her hot sex. “In fact, I prefer this.” One finger slipped between her lips and found her clit. A light stroke elicited a small gasp from between Henna's lips and a fluttering of her eyelashes. She'd given him her trust, and in exchange, she'd relinquished her need to control every aspect of her sexual experiences. It was like a gift, watching her blossom in his hands like a flower.

His fingers skimmed around the folds and circled her clit. As much as he wanted to make her shudder and cry with delight, he also didn't want to rush her. He slipped his fingers out and removed his hand.

Henna squeaked slightly and a small sniff of protest escaped her lips. “But...” She looked at him.

“You're greedy,” he said with a smile. He took her hand and curved her fingers around his own. “Come.” With a small tug, he took her from the bathroom and brought her into the bedroom.

Henna nearly growled with irritation. Eduardo was not a quickie kind of guy, but at that moment, she really wished he were. He brought her to the bed and sat her on the edge. With his knees, he pushed her legs apart. As he knelt before her, he pulled her closer to the edge of the bed forcing her to lean back against her elbows to keep her balance. His lips brushed against her inner legs as his hands stroked her thighs. When his mouth reached her pussy, his tongue ran a line around her clean, smooth lips. The feeling of the air and his breath touching her bare cunt was nearly enough to make her climax.

He placed his hands on her knees and pushed her legs apart as far as they would go. The faint touch of his tongue against her swollen clit made her gasp as it stroked the sensitized nub. She grasped the duvet on the bed, clenching it in her fists. Her pelvis tipped up and reached for his mouth only to have him back away. Henna didn't bother holding back a howl of frustration.

“Why do you keep on stopping right when I'm about to come? Why? Is it really necessary? I get it. You have the stamina of a stevedore. Now will you please just get the job done?”

He laughed a little as he got up from his knees and went to her carry-on bag that she'd stowed in the closet. He rummaged for the silicone covered rabbit vibrator and brought it to her. “Show me what you do with this.” He handed it to her, then stood over her looking down at her exposed sex.

“You want me to…” She thought she was beyond shock or even embarrassment, but she wasn't.

“Touch yourself,” he said. “I want to see what that thing does before I let you use it on me. I'm willing to be open-minded, and I like the idea of trying something new, but I just want a demonstration first.”

She took the vibrator from him, grateful to have some control over her sexual responses. Sex with Eduardo was incomparable to any previous experience she'd had. But at that moment, she just wanted release. He'd brought her too close to the edge without pushing her over, and she needed to jump into the abyss.

She scooted back onto the bed and drew her legs up, resting her feet on the edge of the mattress. With a few quick adjustments, the vibrator sprang to life. As Eduardo watched, she tightened her fingers around the shimmying silicone cock and sank it into her pussy with one complete thrust. She bit her lip to keep from crying out as the rabbit’s ears made contact with her already sensitive clit.

Electricity consumed her, running up her spine, and in a burst of release, the long anticipated orgasm shot through her. She had no desire to contain the cry of passion that came from her lips as her body shuddered. When the last shockwave evaporated, her hand fell away from her convenient little friend.

“So?” she asked Eduardo. As her eyes opened and fell on him, she saw he wasn't just idly watching. His hand gripped his cock, rubbing and stroking it. “Want to give it a try?”

He did. For the first time in years, decades even, Eduardo was nervous about trying something new. Using toys had never been part of his sexual repertoire, but there was no reason not to give it a try. He was pretty sure he'd never let a woman tie him up and smack the shit out of him, but a vibrator was a tame enough deviation from the norm.

Henna looked at him standing in front of her, and a crooked smile bent her lips. “You're really in the weeds, aren't you?” she asked. “You just have no idea what to do with this thing do you?” She waved her vibrator around.

“Totally new. I'm a vibrator virgin,” he said.

“Okay.” She gave a small shrug and tossed it to the mattress for the moment. “Lay down. Just let go and let me make love to you.” That she mocked his accent ever so slightly made him laugh.

He stretched out on the bed and watched her as she reached over him for the lubricant kept in the nightstand and the bag of condoms. “Can I just say that I'm not sure I want that thing in my ass?”

“Worried you're going to turn gay?” She laughed as she unscrewed the top of the lubricant.

“No.” He laughed. “I'm secure in my heterosexuality. I'm just worried it's going to hurt.”

“Please,” she scoffed. “I'm a doctor. Don't you know we're better at sex than regular people?”

He laughed again. “Henna, you make me laugh.”

“It's true,” she said, covering the vibrator in lubricant. “I know all about erogenous zones down to the most technical details. Best of all, if in a moment of passion you go into cardiac arrest, I can administer emergency medical care before the paramedics arrive. Roll over.”

His body trembled as he went from his back to lying with his stomach pressed against the mattress. The feel of his cock pressed between his body and the sheets added to the goose bumps of anticipation and increased the aching in dick.

Henna laid her body prone over his. The feel of her skin against his lit a thousand little fires through his senses. Her legs draped over his and the feel of her bare cunt against his ass cheeks was about to undo him. She lightly ground her pelvis against him as the hard buds of her nipples massaged his back, and her mouth peppered kisses over his neck and shoulders. A large sigh slipped from him as he wrapped his arms around a pillow and let Henna make love to him.

She sat up and straddled his ass. Her hands worked the muscles of his shoulders and back. If he thought he couldn't find a deeper level of relaxation, he was wrong. With every exhalation, a small sigh escaped with his breath.

After a long sweep of her hands over his back, her mouth came down on his shoulder giving him a small kiss. “If you're uncomfortable or if I hurt you,” she whispered in his ear, “just tell me and I'll stop.”

His eyes opened a sliver, and he nodded. Henna gave him another kiss on his shoulder before she slid down his body and rose to her feet. First one knee, then the other pressed between his thighs. She opened her thighs, wedging his apart, as she knelt between his legs. He expected her to pick up the vibrator, but she didn't. Instead, her hands began to massage the muscles of his ass. Her fingers pinched and kneaded large chunks of flesh as she gradually began to spread him open.

His eyes flew open and a gasp came out of him when her tongue made contact with the rim of his sphincter.

“Are you okay?” she asked with a small smile in her voice.

“I'm fine,” he said sinking down into his pillow again, his eyelids sliding shut. “That was unexpected.”

Her tongue returned to his hole and it danced and twirled around. Only serious concentration kept him from coming immediately. He wanted the inevitable to happen so the mystery would be solved. Losing control like a boy would guarantee he'd have to wait, so he held himself in check. Even though his body burned and his dick ached, he resisted the urge to rub himself against the mattress.

Henna's tongue stopped its dance as he felt her body stretched. He kept his eyes closed, but his body tensed in anticipation. His heart pounded in his cock, and his breath quickened. The touch of cold lubricant on his hot, sensitive anus nearly made him cry out. Instead of the feel of the vibrator, the touch of Henna's finger slowly entering him helped him relax. A wet finger gently pressed the rim of his sphincter muscles, opening the tight entrance. With a studied patience, she gradually eased one finger then two inside him as his muscles gave way. Her fingers worked the lube around his hole, opening him and preparing him for what came next.

Her fingers slipped out, and the head of the vibrator pushed against his anus. With a slight twist, she inserted it slowly as he held his breath. He spread his knees apart until he couldn't stretch any wider. With a tilt of his hips, he tipped his ass up to meet the sex toy trying to his body for the first time.

“Breathe,” she whispered into his ear as she leaned over him.

He let his breath go as she eased the vibrator inside him. If he had ever guessed what it would feel like to be penetrated, he would never have believed it would be as filling and erotic as it was. The pain he'd feared was nonexistent. What he felt was an encompassing and almost overpowering flood of sensations. The vibrator stopped, and he released a long exhalation, panting slightly with the sweet burn of stretched skin and muscle.