Bare In Bermuda (7 page)

Her hands landed on his chest as her tongue drew a line up the side of his neck. She took his earlobe into her mouth. He neither told her to move, nor did he get off the phone. Instead of tossing the phone out the window, he continued his conversation. His free hand slid around her bare bottom as she tugged up her skirt exposing herself from the waist down. Her panties, along with what remained of her modesty, had already been removed in the airplane. He moved the phone away from his ear for a brief moment to give her a quick, slippery kiss, with a lot of tongue. Then he returned to his call.

What would she have to do to get him off the phone? Short of putting her mouth over his, the call might never end. Undressing him might send just the clue he needed. She pushed his jacket off of his shoulders. With a quick shrug, he gave her a bit of assistance. Her hands stroked the muscles of his shoulders and arms while she kissed his neck, his jaw, his cheek, finally his nose, eyelids, and forehead. If he didn't respond, then, her final actions in their short but passionate affair would be to take back her pen after tossing his phone out the window.

Eduardo earned a second chance when his free hand slid between them and cupped her bare sex. The unexpected touch of his hands caught her breath for a moment before she exhaled in relief. He massaged, pinched, stretched, and stroked her vulva. Finally, a finger slid into her slick passage and his thumb found her woefully neglected clitoris. How he managed to carry on a conversation while working up an orgasm inside her redefined multitasking from her perspective.

Her head fell on his shoulder as a sigh slipped from her. If he wanted to talk on his phone, so be it. She could care less at that moment as long as his fingers kept working their magic. At precisely the point when her body told her she would be having one very perfect and possibly mind-altering orgasm barring any interruption, he stopped.

“Why?” Her head snapped up and her hand moved from his shoulder to his cheek. “Why are you stopping?” The vixen demanded satisfaction and would have it even if she had to pin him down and take it.

With a final word, then a flick of his wrist, he tossed his phone into his carry-on. “You win. And I am reminded, that a beautiful woman is far more important than whatever my secretary has to tell me that doesn't qualify as an emergency.”

Eduardo moved her off his lap to the seat next to him. He turned to her, then cupped her hips in his hands, his thumbs brushing her hipbones. Without warning, he slid to his knees in front of her, pushing her legs open with his body.

His hands held her hips tightly as he suddenly pulled her forward forcing her legs apart. Between his mouth and his hands, Henna was overwhelmed with the sensation of being taken by a confident man who knew what to do. Without warning, his thumbs eased between the slick folds of her sex, pulling them open and caressing the long neglected flesh of her core.

One finger then two slid inside her as Eduardo's mouth held her and his tongue flicked and toyed around her mouth. A small sigh escaped her throat as her fingers threaded around the back of his neck and through his hair. Her knees spread wider and stretched giving him as much access as she could, silently urging him to race to the finish.

He pulled his mouth from Henna's, leaving her lips tingling as her eyelids blinked. “Oh my,” she mumbled. The sensation of the orgasm she thought she'd lost began to build again. After taking a small break, it was returning with the promise to be stronger and harder than she originally anticipated. Maybe, just maybe, there was something to be said to holding off an orgasm rather than rushing to it just to make sure she got one during sex.

“What do you want?” he whispered before planting his mouth on her neck. “You want my cock? You want my mouth? What do you want?”

“Your fingers,” she sighed then she changed her mind. “No, your mouth. Use your mouth.” Yes. Absolutely. Use your mouth. It might have been nearly a year since she'd had sex, but it had been a lot longer than that since she'd had a nimble tongue treat her properly.

“Tell me what you want me to do with my mouth,” he said, sliding down her body.

Henna took a deep breath and found a bold woman who wasn't afraid of sounding foolish when a man asked her to tell him what she wanted. She wasn't a person who talked dirty to a man. It just seemed so...dirty. But she liked to hear it. So, in a day of firsts, she took a chance.

“Lick me,” she said. “All over. Like I am the most delicious thing you've ever tasted. Spread me open and...” She gasped as Eduardo slid a third finger inside her.

“Devour you?” He plunged his fingers in and out while his thumb caressed her clit.

“Yes. Devouring sounds…right.”

Eduardo slid lower still as his fingers slid out of her and he took hold of her leg, hooking it over his shoulder.

She tilted her pelvis upward and forced her hips against his mouth, not wanting to lose contact with him. Never in her life had she felt so filled with sexual energy or a sense of such total abandon.

She wasn't sure if it was the way he flicked, fluttered and dashed his tongue around her clit that made the tightness in her belly and the anticipation of the inevitable orgasm so delicious. Perhaps it was the freedom of letting her inhibitions go and for once in her sexual life just seizing on a completely wanton opportunity. Maybe it was just the level of stress that had peaked in her life finally being released.

The orgasm that started with his fingers and continued with his mouth concluded like a cliché. Visions of waves smashing against rocks, waterfalls, fountains, champagne corks popping filled her thoughts as her body exploded like a sexual supernova. The physical control she normally held tight to, faded away as her body shivered and twitched. When the sharp burst of her orgasm erupted, her eyes opened for the first time to what being satisfied actually meant. Her skin tingled, her breath only returned when she realized she held a deep inhalation in her lungs.

Eduardo pulled back and slid on to the seat next to her. She turned her head and looked at him. “Phenomenal.” “You are so good at that, I might just need proof that you're not a gigolo, because I really don't believe that you're a farmer.”

Eduardo knew describing himself as a farmer might be misleading. Henna, the supposed gynecologist whose last name he still didn't know, was being as cagey as he was. Eventually, one of them would have to open up, and he figured it might be him. But first, he'd need confirmation that she was who she claimed to be. If she wasn't, if somehow she was a woman after his money either on purpose or by coincidence, he'd figure it out soon enough. She knew how to get his attention. That mattered most of all in the back of the car.

He had felt the energy release from her body at the moment of her orgasm. The satisfaction of being a man enough to make a woman scream created the feeling of both power and control he thought he had lost. He felt more alive in his own skin than he had in two years. “I aim to please.” He leaned over and kissed her softly. “And I am a farmer.”

“Where are your overalls and plaid shirt?”

“I'm not that kind of farmer. How many farmers have you actually met?”

“None actually,” she said. “I'm not a very country sort of person. I grew up in a city. I live in a city. I like cities. Big cities.”

“Have you ever been to the country? There is something to be said for peace and quiet.”

“I'm sure there is,” she said. “Bugs and dirt just aren't my thing.” Her nose curled, and she made a small grimace.

“You're lovely.” It was true. He didn't know who she was, but she'd entered his life with a bang.

He sat back as she slipped her skirt over her thighs, He reached over and kissed her again, letting his tongue slide into her mouth. Another of those exhalations she made that sounded like a cross between a sigh and a moan passed over his tongue as he kissed her. He opened her mouth wider with his own before plunging his tongue inside.

With his tongue in her mouth, he took her hand from his thigh and placed it over his erection still tucked away inside his trousers. The pressure of her small hand on his stiff and ready cock sent a pulse up his body that forced his stomach muscles to clench involuntarily. His tongue moved around her mouth and filled it like a small erection. He had proven to her that he could take a less than subtle hint. He hoped she wouldn't disappoint him by needing more of a nudge.

Immediately, her hand stroked him without requiring any additional prompting. His belt buckle proved to be a tremendous challenge. She broke off their kiss to better concentrate on the mechanics behind unlooping a piece of leather from around a bit of metal.

“I'll get it,” she grumbled as she worked with both hands. His belt at long last came undone. “I got it! Today a belt. Tomorrow the world!”

Where had this beguiling, quirky, maddening girl come from? The moment his life found balance once again, there she was, knocking him off of his feet. First, using him as a character in her personal fantasy, then setting his blood on fire, finally having the nerve to accuse him of being a gigolo. What could possibly be next?

He smiled as his hand reached up and touched her face. “I fear for the world.”

She blinked but said nothing as his thumb stroked the curve of her bottom lip. Her mouth parted slightly and she suddenly captured his thumb with her lips. A shiver rolled through his body. The message had been received. She knew what he wanted. Her teeth playfully nipped at the tip of his finger, then her whole mouth gave it a tantalizing suck. Her tongue slid over the top of his thumb then swirled down the sides as her hand slid inside his trousers. Her mouth released his thumb, and her hand explored what he had to offer.

She stroked and fondled him for a moment before pulling her hand away. Quickly, she unbuttoned, then unzipped his trousers. She slid his underwear and trousers enough to free his cock. “Amazing really.” Her eyes and her hand examined him. “You have the biggest penis I have ever seen in my life. You could do porn.”

He laughed, tilting his head back. “I'll keep that in mind.”

“Can I be totally honest with you?” The examination concluded, then the vigorous and body thrumming stroking began.

His breath heaved in and out of his lungs at a faster pace. His heart increased its beats per minute. Slick pre-cum oozed from the slit. “I wish you would.”

“I really want to blow you, but I'm just not sure about the logistics. Truthfully, I'm just not sure how good of a job...”

Was she serious? Did she actually think he was going to rate her performance like an Olympic judge? Ten out of ten for hand work, but sadly only a six out of ten for fellatio?

“Henna, whatever you do is going to be exquisite. There is no right or wrong way. If I am being totally honest, at this point, if you just keep touching me, I'm going to ejaculate in your hand in about two minutes. You worry too much about something that should only be pleasurable.”

After the negotiations with the woman at the lost baggage, he questioned if Henna might be a bit too concerned about unimportant details and possibly a bit too concerned with things being just so. Warning him of her possible inability to give him a wholly satisfying blowjob because of the size of his cock confirmed that she really did need to let go a little.

“Fine. I'll do my best.” Her hands lighted on his shoulders then slid up and around his neck until her fingers threaded through his hair. Another sensation he'd forgotten about and was pleased to recall. He broke the kiss and stared into her eyes.

He shifted slightly, adjusting himself and pulling her closer. Her legs brushed against his as she slid on top of him once again. Her knees moved between his as she knelt on the seat. She leaned against him and looked into his face. He wondered what she saw as she stared into his eyes and studied his features. Whatever it was, she hadn't found it displeasing. Her lips brushed his briefly, then escaped again.

Slowly, she slinked down his body, grazing against his engorged cock. The air touching the slick, damp tip covered in pre-cum nearly undid him. Henna's touch made him feel like a boy who hadn't learned to control himself.

With a flick of her hair to one side, Henna got down to business. An involuntary groan of pure pleasure escaped his throat as her tongue drew a line up and down his shaft then swirled around the tip. The performance anxiety that had initially plagued her had been baseless. Her tongue moved like a slick, wet brush and her throat pulled him in like a vacuum while her hand held him like a churning vice.

“You are very good at this.” A small amount of encouragement hopefully would alleviate any concern she might have about the well-coordinated combination of tongue, lip, and hand she used masterfully on him.

His head dropped back against the seat as his fingers lightly threaded through her soft auburn hair. He discarded the few pins holding the silky mass in place. The touch of her hair against the bare skin of his thighs and stomach was yet another forgotten sensation.

“I love your hair.” He gathered two handfuls of her locks and let them slip through his fingers. Not one word of complaint from her about messing up her hair doubled his pleasure. Few things aggravated him as much as a woman who had a head full of glorious hair, but complained about him truly showing his appreciation for the time and effort it took to keep it so glowing and perfect.

He relaxed into the rhythm of her movements just long enough to appreciate when she switched actions. The hand that gripped him released its hold then reached between his legs and found a spot on his scrotum that fired a shot through his body like a trigger. He took in a deep gasp of air and exhaled slowly. Her lips fluttered around the top of his cock while her fingers pressed and rubbed that previously undiscovered erogenous zone between his balls and anus.

The hair on his legs and arms stood tall. The sensation of each follicle making contact with his clothing or the air enhanced the shimmering buildup of energy in his body. With a show of personal will and physical restraint, he forced himself not to come. He wanted more than anything else at that moment to hold onto the feeling her touch generated. Deep breaths, clenching his jaw, tightening his stomach muscles only helped for a moment. Then the moment arrived when he had to either willingly let go or explode.