She relished every pang of desire that spiraled up her thighs and into her womb. This is what had been missing with her husband. Euphoria. For the first time in her life she was a desirable woman.
She wanted to cry like a baby when he suggested they get out of the pool and lie in the sun to dry their bodies.
She climbed up onto the rock without a thought for her nakedness, feeling free and wild. Her uncertainty returned when he emerged from the pool, water sluicing from his bronzed body. The proud lance jutting from the nest of black curls at the apex of his thighs convinced her she wasn’t staring at a mere mortal.
But he narrowed his eyes. “He has marked you,” he growled.
She’d forgotten the faint bruises. “Ja.”
“Coward,” he hissed, stretching out beside her, looking up at the sky. “I give you my word I will never raise my hand against you.”
“I believe you,” she replied truthfully, fascinated by the size and thickness of hispik. It was as if he and Torsten belonged to two different species.
“Do you want to touch me?” he rasped.
“More than anything, but...”
He took her hand and placed it on his male part. “No buts,querida. I am not Torsten. Your caress will bring me pleasure.”
“I don’t know...”
“Trust your instinct,” he said, folding his hands behind his head.
Uncharted Waters
Maximiliano knew what he liked, as did a half dozen women in different pirate havens up and down the Spanish Main. Time was money to his mistresses, so he’d taught them how to please him quickly. It was about release, then on to the next high seas adventure.
For the first time in a long time he was safe from the hunters. He and Heidi had all the time in the world. He wanted her to discover where and how he liked to be touched. He looked forward to learning her body’s secrets.
Heidi sat cross-legged beside him and moved her hand on his cock. She watched him, tightening her grip and pumping faster at just the right moment. He mused that it wouldn’t be the end of the world if they were marooned on the island forever. He found most women shallow and boring but suspected Heidi was an intriguing puzzle he could spend years unraveling. He growled when she cupped his sac with her free hand. The hint of uncertainty in her eyes made him feel he was being touched by a virgin.
The notion heightened his arousal. She’d come close to release in the pool, and he was ready to explode. He turned his head, awed by the glistening pink folds of her woman’s place. He brushed his knuckles over the curls at her mons. “Perfect,” he rasped as his balls drew up.
She moaned when his thumb found the swollen diamond of her desire. Her hand matched the rhythm of his strokes, faster and faster until she screamed her release at the moment his seed erupted. He slipped a finger inside her as she convulsed, teasing the inner muscles to prolong her ecstasy. When she stilled, he gathered her limp body into his embrace, humbled to have brought her to what he suspected was her first sexual climax.
* * *
Heidi drifted in uncharted waters. Even in the early years of her marriage, she’d never experienced the breathtaking cataclysm Maximiliano’s touch had wrought. Safe in his strong arms, she relished the heat of his skin, the rise and fall of his chest, the aroma of sticky male essence that bonded their bodies. Male sperm normally turned her stomach. Now, she wanted to lick every drop from Maximiliano’s belly. Witnessing the eruption from his magnificentpikhad tipped her over the edge into an abyss of bliss.
“The sun’s too hot on your skin,” he whispered, interrupting her musings. “We’ll go back to the cave and try to light a fire.”
Little did he know he’d already ignited an inferno—in her heart and her loins. Still in a fog of sexual satisfaction, she gathered up her garments, intending to carry them back. What was the point of clothing when a woman was marooned in paradise with a god?
But he took her elbow. “You should get dressed. It will cool off soon.”
She wasn’t confident coherent words would emerge from her mouth, but she had to try. “I...er...that was...”
He tilted her chin to his gaze. “I understand,cariña. For me too. It will be even better when we join our bodies.”
A splash drew their attention back to the pool before she could respond.
He drew his dagger from its sheath and reentered the water slowly.
She stood stock still, watching the play of his muscles as he moved stealthily with the dagger clenched in his fist, his gaze fixed on the water. She gasped when he lunged, then held the dagger aloft, their dinner skewered by the blade.
She smiled proudly at his triumphant grin. Poseidon had come down from Olympus and caught an impressively large fish.
She pondered the night ahead as they dressed. Men were motivated by the need for sexual release, yet she craved their promised joining. A pirate, a man she barely knew, had overcome her abhorrence of sexual union simply by touching her lovingly in intimate places. Or was it something more, and what had he meant when he saidforme too?