His throat went dry and he struggled for words. Excitement filled his balls, tightening and promising a gut wrenching orgasm. "Are you sure that's what you want?"
She nodded excitedly. "Oh, yes. We've done everything together. I've thought about this a lot. I've, never..."
"Never?"
She shook her head. "No, and I want you to be the first."
Heart pounding against his chest, he considered her request. Okay, he considered it for all of a millisecond before his cock made the decision for him. "I'll make it good for you baby. I promise."
She smiled, her expression so full of trust it humbled him. "I know you will."
He pressed her down on the bed and laid next to her, pulling her against him and kissing her until she whimpered.
He would make this good for her. Make sure she was ready, relaxed and primed for the moment when he'd plunge his hard cock into her delectable ass. Pushing her on her back, he trailed his fingers over the silky softness of her cheeks and down her throat, following with his mouth, licking a line from her jaw to her collarbone.
She shivered and her nipples tightened. He circled the dusky peaks with his fingertips, lightly tapping the tip until it stood upright. Then he covered the peak with his lips, rolling it around on his tongue until she gasped and lifted her hips in an unspoken request.
"Soon, baby, soon," he murmured, delighting in the texture of her skin, so different from his own. She was so soft, so small compared to him that he wanted to cradle her gently. Then again he wanted to fuck her so hard she screamed in painful pleasure.
He chuckled to himself. Nothing like a little contradiction.
Lavishing attention on her breasts, one by one, until she cried out for him to touch her lower, he scooted down her body, blazing a trail with his hands and following it with his tongue.
He laved her flat stomach and tickled her belly button with the tip of his tongue until she giggled, then he moved lower, spreading her legs apart and slipping his hands under her buttocks to lift her delectable mound within his reach.
Inhaling her sweet, musky fragrance, he laid his tongue over her slit and slowly licked upward. She bucked off the bed and gasped. With slow, torturous strokes he licked her up and down, stopping every now and then to insert his tongue into her pussy and lap up her juices.
"Michael, please," she cried, wriggling her hips up and down.
She was ready. Primed. Almost to orgasm.
He sat on his haunches and reached for a condom in the basket on the table next to the bed. Her head on a pillow, she watched his every movement, watched him roll the condom on his aching hard cock, then she smiled at him.
"Tell me to stop if it hurts," he said, not wanting to spoil her pleasure with unbearable pain.
"I will."
Gently, he eased her legs apart and settled between her. She was completely open to his gaze. Her wet slit dripping with juices, that perfect ass puckered and primed for him.
He poured lubricant onto his fingertips and gently probed her ass, watching her for any signs of displeasure. Her breasts rose and fell with each of her deep breaths, but she looked on him in rapt anticipation, lifting her hips and gasping when he inserted one finger into her anus.
Christ, she was so tight. He already knew he'd come fast once he slipped inside her taut hole. Gently he probed, sliding his finger in slowly until it was buried inside her. He felt her tighten around his finger, and began to move it in and out until she grew accustomed to the feel.
While he fucked her ass with his finger he used the thumb of his other hand to circle her clit. Her green eyes glazed over and she whimpered, begging him with nonsensical words to hurry.
"Fuck me, Michael," she cried. "Fuck my ass now."
He slowly pulled his finger out and lubricated his shaft, nestling in between her outstretched legs.
"Touch yourself," he commanded. "Make yourself come while I fuck your ass."
She slid her fingers over her clit and he watched in rapt fascination. Just like the night they'd masturbated for each other. She thrummed her clit and stroked her slit while he placed the head of his cock against her asshole, working the head in gently until it passed the initial barrier and slipped inside her.
Her eyes widened and she gasped. He stilled, waiting for her body to adapt to his size. After a few seconds she began to move against him, urging him further in.
Inch by inch he entered her, until he was buried deep in her tight hole. She breathed in and out through her mouth in panting gasps.
"Are you all right?" he asked.
"Yes," she said. "Just fuck me."
The tempo of her fingers on her clit increased and her ass squeezed him, pulling him in. His balls tightened as he slowly started pumping in and out of her.
"Oh, God, yes," she cried.
He took a forever picture of this scene before him. Serena, her legs drawn up and spread wide open for him, strumming her clit with one hand and pumping two fingers into her pussy with the other. Her tight ass gripped his cock as he thrust deep inside her, burying his shaft all the way in.
Never in his life had he had a moment of such erotic pleasure. He wanted to die, he wanted to come, and he wanted it to last forever.
He thrust repeatedly, his strokes measured and increasing in force and speed as she urged him on, begging him to fuck her faster.
Suddenly, she tensed and lifted her head, her fingers moving faster along her clit.
"I'm coming, Michael," she panted. "Oh, God I'm coming."
He felt the contractions in her ass and she moaned long and low, then let out a scream as she came, furiously pumping her fingers in and out of her pussy. Her head turned from side to side, her hips rising off the bed.
Michael gripped her hips and pushed into her as hard as he could, feeling her ass squeeze him. Juices poured from her pussy onto his cock. He couldn't hold back any longer and thrust furiously, howling in pleasure as he jettisoned a bucket load of come into her ass.
Instantly he withdrew and collapsed on top of her, gathering her close. He felt her shiver.
"You all right?"
"Mmm hmm," she said, holding tight to his arms.
He cradled her against him and kissed the top of her head, overcome with emotion he couldn't put in to words. It was probably best not to say anything anyway. Nothing he said would come out the way he meant it. But he wanted her to know what her gift meant to him, how special it had been.
"I love you Michael," she said.
He stayed silent.
Chapter Fourteen
Serena finished pac
king her things into the suitcase, figuring she'd stalled long enough. No sense putting off the inevitable. Despite longing to stay here in this idyllic fantasy land for the rest of her life, the reality of the end of her adventures intruded harshly into her dreams.
They were due to depart within the hour. She hadn't seen Michael in hours. Soon, she wouldn't see him at all.
Last night had been incredible, the culmination of all her fantasies. Michael had been a tender lover, taking care not to hurt her. Just what she had come to expect from him. He seemed to instinctively know how much she could take--where to draw the line between pleasure and pain.
Afterward, they'd gone back to their room, cleaned up, and spent the remainder of the evening curled up in each other's arms. A bittersweet end to an interlude that Serena would remember the rest of her life.
She had told Michael she loved him. He hadn't responded. Not that she'd expected him to. And yet, she'd wanted him to know. And despite what he'd told her the other day, she knew he felt something for her beyond just sex. But something prevented him from wanting to take it any further.
And who was she to tell him how to feel? If he'd wanted her badly enough, wanted to continue their relationship beyond the boundaries of this fantasy island, he would have said so.
He hadn't. So they'd go their separate ways today, and Serena would tuck the memories of Michael Donovan deep in her heart forever.
With a sigh of resignation she closed her suitcase and stepped into the living room, tugging the wheeled monstrosity behind her. She stepped out onto the balcony for one last look at the turquoise ocean, feel the breeze on her face and smell the salty sweet fragrance of the tropics.
She'd miss this place.
She'd miss Michael more.
*
Michael jammed the last of his things in his suitcase and snapped it shut, the sound echoing with a finality he didn't want to face.
She loved him. He felt stupid, but he smiled every time he recalled her words. Not that it changed anything. He wasn't someone who had the capacity to love any more. Memories of pain and heartbreak sailed across his memories at the thought of loving someone.
He and his first wife had been a disaster from the start. Oh sure, in his own, typical male ego way, he'd blamed Mari for all the problems in their marriage. But the collapse of their relationship hadn't been entirely her fault. A lot of the blame fell to him. And he realized that he wasn't fit company for a woman to live with, and definitely not to marry.