Chapter Thirteen
Waking up in Michael’s arms had been heaven, everything she’d dreamed of. Serena had slept well for the first time all week.
Spending her last day stretched out on the beach, her body warmed by the tropical sun, she smiled, thinking about every new experience she’d had this week.
She was twenty-eight years old and had never spent all night snuggled in a man’s arms. The few relationships she’d had did not include the guy sleeping over. In fact, the thought hadn’t even occurred to her.
But with Michael, she’d wanted to sleep with him since the very first day. And now she had. With still one more night to come.
And one more day of erotic pleasure to share together.
She pushed aside the relentless ache in her middle at the thought that today was their last day together. From now on she’d live in the present, concerned only with the here and now. Not the ‘later’ that she couldn’t change, anyway.
Michael didn’t want her. Pure and simple. She didn’t have what it took to make a long-term relationship work. She’d thought about this a lot, and chalked it up to her inexperience with men. Without the first idea how to form a lasting relationship, she’d gone about it all wrong.
Nothing to do about it now, except enjoy the day.
“I brought you one of those frou frou drinks that women like.”
Serena shielded her eyes from the sun and looked up at Michael. “Frou frou drinks?”
“Yeah. Pina colada. With fruit and an umbrella.”
She sat up and accepted the frothy concoction from him, arching a brow. “Do I look like a frou frou drink kind of woman?”
He tilted his head as if examining her for the frou frou gene. She punched his arm. “Stop.”
“Sorry. You don’t like it?” he asked, his lips curled in a generous smile.
She took a sip and licked her lips. “Yummy, actually. Smooth and creamy. Kind of like that sweet cream that comes from your cock.”
Eyes darkening, he said, “Careful. You might get ravaged right here on the beach, in front of all these people.”
She waved her hand. “I’ve had sex in front of groups before. Old hat stuff to me. Give it your best shot.”
“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.”
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.