"Don't tempt me. Besides, I'm waiting for later."
Her body tingled at the thought of today's event--their last together, and the one she'd been anticipating all week. The Private Cove for Two. No crowds, no indoor rooms, just the two of them, outside, on the beach, in their own palace of erotic joys.
"I can't wait," she said, trailing her fingertip along the line of his strong jaw. She'd miss the feel of his stubble scratching against her skin.
They snuggled together in the sun, Serena content to lie by Michael's side. They read, they swam, they even engaged in some beach volleyball with some of the other guests. Before long it was time to get ready for their adventure.
After a quick shower to rinse off the suntan lotion, Serena dressed and she and Michael headed to the beach.
The Private Cove was on a secluded section of beach off limits to any guest other than the ones scheduled for the day. A sultan's tent stood in the center of the beach, its fabric sides and waving flags undulating in the soft, warm breeze.
Morgan greeted them, the soft ocean breeze blowing her red hair behind her. In her blue sarong she looked like a mermaid swept in from the sea.
Serena wondered why a gorgeous woman like her lived such a lonely existence on an island like this, and didn't even partake of the pleasures the resort offered.
"Welcome to the Private Cove," Morgan said in her typically husky voice. "I think you'll both enjoy this experience."
She led them inside. Oversized pillows were strewn over a bed draped in silks and satins in jeweled colors. Two rooms on either side of the bed contained their outfits for the day. Middle Eastern music filled the room with sensual, seductive sounds.
"Indulge yourselves in unlimited pleasures." Morgan pointed to a tray filled with fruits, cheeses and drink. "More will be delivered, discreetly of course, later on."
After Morgan bid them farewell, Serena and Michael headed to their respective changing rooms.
Serena giggled as she fastened the gold medallion belt around her belly, then inserted the green emerald in her navel. A harem dancer. Thrilled at the prospect of tantalizing Michael to the brink of madness, she slipped on the sheer emerald harem pants and turned to the mirror.
Perfect. She'd swept her hair high on top of her head in a long ponytail, and fastened the matching green veil behind her ears, covering the lower half of her face. The bra was made entirely of gold sequins, showing off a generous amount of cleavage. The pants hung low at her waist, the belt slung over the top. A gold sequined thong was visible through the sheer harem pants.
After slipping on the gold, snake-shaped armbands, she stepped out of the dressing area to find Michael standing before her, looking for all the world like a sexy sultan.
His chest bare, he wore only a black brocade vest, which hung open to reveal a gold medallion hung on a long, thick chain. The billowy sultan pants he wore complemented the vest and made him look like a sexy, rugged genie. The only other accoutrements to his outfit were the two golden armbands clasped tight around his bulging biceps.
He was so damn hot he stopped her heart.
"Wow," was all she could manage.
"I feel stupid," he said. He stood there, legs spread, hands on hips, looking for all the world like the commanding sultan. "You look sexy as hell."
Her body started its familiar rush of anticipation as she lowered her head in a bow. "Your slave for the day, master."
He arched a brow. "Slave, eh? Come here then, woman."
She fought back the smile. Slaves did not giggle at their sultans. With a slow saunter, making sure she wiggled her hips suggestively, she approached him.
"I believe you will entertain me today," he commanded.
"As you wish, my master." The thought of being subservient to his every wish tantalized her, teased her with a promise of sensual delights. "What is your pleasure?"
His blue eyes darkened. "You are my pleasure," he whispered, caressing her bare arm with his knuckles.
She shivered and inhaled a shaky breath.
"Dance for me, slave."
Her throat went dry at the thought of dancing for Michael. But she so wanted to please him today, determined to give him an experience he would never forget.
"Sit. Let me entertain you."
He slipped onto the bed and lay prone, propped up on one elbow. His dark eyes never left her, gazing appreciatively over her body. Serena stood at the edge of the bed and inhaled, hoping she wouldn't come off looking like a complete fool.
She let the music take over, its slow, seductive tones filling her mind and body with images of sensual pleasure, and began to move, communicating without words her desire for Michael.
Michael sucked in a breath at the sight before him. As if the sexy as hell harem outfit she wore wasn't enough torture, Serena began to move, slowly undulating her hips and moving her hands gently, as if she were caressing the very air around her.
The gold bra shimmered in the sunlight pouring in through the open drapes of the tent, shining on the swell of her breasts spilling over the top of the garment. The sheer, green harem pants covered nothing. Her silky legs were clearly visible, as was her barely covered pussy.
His cock had been hard since the moment she'd stepped out of the dressing room, her sea green eyes lighting up like emeralds to match the slinky, seductive outfit she wore.
And now, watching her dance before him, she took his breath away. Sweat beaded his brow and he furiously wiped it away, not wanting to miss a moment of her movements.
She was a siren, waving her hands in the air as if to summon the demons of pleasure. Her hips undulated from side to side and she rolled them towards him then back again, teasing him with her actions.
He wanted to rip that sexy getup off her, throw her in the midst of the pillows and lose himself in her.
When she turned her back to him and shook her ass to a quick tempo song, he almost lost it. Without hesitation he reached for his cock and stroked the shaft over his pants, the silk rubbing against the aching head. It felt like Serena's slit, so soft it was almost painful.
"Come here," he said, feeling like he'd been tortured long enough.
She turned and smiled at him through the sheer green veil, and approached the foot of the bed. He bounded off the bed and stood next to her, releasing the veil from her face and tossing it aside.
Her tongue darted out and swept across her full bottom lip. He swallowed and followed her movements, desperately needing to feel her tongue slide across the head of his swollen cock.
Without words he undressed her--slowly, deliberately prolonging the removal of each piece of her clothing, until she stood near naked in front of him. The sequined thong was the only thing remaining and she smiled up at him, obviously remembering his penchant for ripping off her panties. She shook her head.
"These aren't mine. As it is you've destroyed two pair of expensive panties."
"I'll mail you a check," he teased, then carefully pushed the thong down her hips until it pooled at her feet.
She stood gloriously naked before him. His harem girl, his slave, his princess, his siren and seductress. She was the woman of all his dreams and she was his.
For today.
Serena slipped the vest off his shoulders, then dropped to her knees and pulled off his pants. His cock sprung straight out, hard and pulsating.
She smiled and looked up at him, then cradled his balls in her hand and leaned forward to grasp the head of his penis with her lips. With one, long swipe of her tongue she licked the sensitive head. He groaned at the sheer pleasure of her warm, wet mouth, then died a thousand deaths when she sucked him in deep.
"I love sucking your cock," she said after she slipped him out of her mouth to stroke him with her hands. "I love the feel of its satiny texture on my lips and tongue, the salty sweet taste of you that spills out drop by drop."
Obviously, she was trying to kill him, and nearly succeeding. He pulsed in her hands, releasing more droplets which she greedily
licked off the head.
He lifted her and pulled her into his arms, delighting in the feel of her breasts crushed against his chest. "You have one sexy mouth."
"Thank you, my master," she said with an impish wink. Staying in character she said, "And now, I wish to offer you a gift."
He arched a brow, not certain of the game she played. "What kind of gift?"
"One I've never given another man." She wound her arms around his neck, sliding her fingers through his hair. Her nails lightly scraped his scalp and he shivered.
"Now I'm interested. Tell me."
With a soft sigh she brought her lips to his and kissed him gently, then pressed her mouth firmly against his, seductively entwining her tongue with his until he felt his legs wobble. He pulled her closer, his hands reaching down to caress that cleft between the cheeks of her ass.
She stood on her tiptoes, giving him free access to probe between her ass cheeks.
"That's what I want, " she said, demurely dropping her gaze.
"What?" He could barely concentrate, his mind and body fixated on stroking that secret place on her behind.
"That. Oh, yes, that."
His eyes widened in shock. Never in a million years had he been prepared for her wanting to be fucked that way.
"Spell it out for me. Tell me what you want."
Her gaze met his and she smiled. "I want you to fuck me in the ass, Michael."