Chapter Nine
After we struggled into whatever clothes we could find, Marcus walked me quietly back to my room. We kissed like teenagers as the elevator rode up to the fourth floor, before walking arm in arm down the corridor to my door.
“You’re so fucking sexy and beautiful.” he whispered, kissing me gently again. I melted into him, trying to feel him against every part of my body. “I can’t believe tomorrow is your last night.”
“I’d forgotten,” I moaned, keeping my head against his chest.
“Let me see you again tomorrow night? For dinner?” he asked.
“Okay,” I smiled. We kissed again, deeply and passionately enough to awaken that familiar feeling in my loins. I could feel him firming up again, too. Would it be so terrible if we just did it once more, fast and dirty, against my bedroom door? Surely Ruby wouldn’t mind? In fact, I had a feeling she’d be quite proud. A noise further down the corridor broke us apart. “Night,” I whispered, still leaning against his chest. I couldn’t believe how turned on I was again, as I ducked into my room.
It was dark and Ruby was snoring softly once more. I crept into the bathroom, careful not to turn on the light until I’d shut the door and, moments later, crept out and slipped into my bed. Maybe it was all the unexpected exercise, maybe it was the full, satisfied numbness I felt, but I fell into a deep sleep within seconds.
I awoke the next morning to find the room bathed in bright sunlight, and quite empty. Wondering where Ruby was, I threw on my robe and stepped out onto the balcony, into the warm morning air. The sun felt wonderful on my skin and the warm ocean breeze blew softly through my sleep-tousled hair. One more day, I thought. One more night here, that’s all. Part of me was excited, itching to get back home and see my children. However, I couldn’t come to terms with how I felt about leaving this island and never seeing Marcus again. I would miss him. I would miss his body, miss the way he made me feel desirable and miss the sex. But it was just sex. It was hard to feel nothing for him, but I had to admit there wasn’t much to our relationship beyond hanging out and bringing each other to orgasm.
And, just as I would miss waking up to a view of the beach and the constant, soothing crashing of the ocean, I felt like he would be better as a beautiful memory than a permanent part of my life.
A door opening behind me brought my attention back to the present. I turned to see all three girls coming into the room.
“Hey, hey!” cried Daphne. “She’s awake.”
I smiled at them as they joined me on the balcony and put down bags on the glass patio table.
“We brought you some breakfast,” said Ruby with a smile. The three ladies sat down on the chairs that surrounded the small table. I joined them, suddenly wondering about something.
“What time is it?”
“It’s nearly twelve, darling,” announced May. “We thought you might nap the day away.”
“Here,” offered Daphne, “We brought coffee and these Arepas. They’re like breakfast burritos. There is bacon and egg, plus ham and cheese.”
“Thanks.”
“Yeah, we decided to let you sleep,” said May, helping herself to one of the coffees, “While we went for a walk.”
“Then we figured you might be hungry,” added Ruby. “I know I’d be wiped out and in need of some carbs if I’d enjoyed a night like that – ow!” She stared at May, rubbing her arm where her friend had smacked her. “Why does everyone keep whacking me?”
“What is she talking about?” I asked, feeling a heat rise in my cheeks.
“Put it this way,” Daphne said with a grin. “I’d never have suspected you’d be quite so… vocal.”
“What are you saying? You heard me?”
“Darling,” May put a hand on my knee, “I think the whole resort probably heard you.”
I was so embarrassed. “Oh my God!”
“Don’t worry about it, baby,” Ruby whispered. “No one could see you. We tried! Oh, and tell Marcus, congrats on the staying power.”
“I can’t believe it,” I groaned. “I’m mortified. How can I show my face downstairs?”
“Don’t worry,” Ruby consoled her. “All anyone heard was some shameless slut getting her brains banged out.”
“Is that supposed to make me feel better?” I couldn’t help smiling as my best friend teased me.
“The point is, darling,” May calmly said, “No one has any idea whose voice they heard. Now eat up and get dressed, we’re going shopping.”
“Yeah,” said Daphne. “You’re fine. As long as there aren’t any cameras…”
*****
I could do nothing but accept what had happened. It’s funny. I found myself thinking after a while. Five days ago, I’d have locked myself away forever if something like that had happened. Hell, with Josh I’d never have been screaming in pleasure in the first place, let alone with people to hear me. I guess I really am loosening up.
My thoughts gave me some comfort and, when we were all ready and headed down to the lobby, I walked out among my friends with my head held high. Part of me was still petrified to speak, in case someone recognized my voice, and I still felt that everyone I locked eyes with; a guest, a cleaner, the girl at checkout, they all knew what I’d been doing last night and for exactly how long.
Tall, dark, and handsome Nicholaas was waiting for us with the resort’s courtesy bus. He quickly ferried us to the authentic shopping quarter of Oranjestad and promised to be back in two hours. I doubted the ‘authentic’ claim of the place. The tall, ornate Dutch colonial buildings were painted in bright pastel blues, pinks and yellows that were typical of the island, but everything appeared a little too new and shiny. And I doubted that the locals really bought many of the Aruban trinkets and knick-knacks that seemed to be the main stock of almost all the shops.
As we wandered around the town, we soon discovered it was all like this. Beautiful rows of brightly painted houses were everywhere, Caribbean bands and street performers were on every corner, with funky shops and coffee bars all around. Entertaining ourselves, we chatted with the shop keepers, tried on some of the baseball caps and sunhats they sold and danced along with the music on the streets. Time flew by as we laughed and teased one another. I bought some hand-carved and wonderfully painted wooden toys for the kids; Ruby found a quaint necklace and some earrings made from shells and feathers; May actually bought one of the big sun hats to add to her collection; while Daphne, of course, picked up a set of shot glasses.
Before long, we were back on the bus and ready to return to relax by the pool one last time. As Ruby collected our key, she was given a message. She passed it over and I felt my heart beat a little faster. It had to be from Marcus and it said two words: Beach. Sundown.
“So, no Marcus today?” asked Ruby as she and I lay side by side on our recliners. Daphne and May had gone to cool off in the shallow pool behind us.
I kept my focus out toward the beach. Not because I was shy to talk about Marcus, but because Ruby’s leopard print bikini appeared to be her smallest yet. I had trouble keeping my gaze from wandering and didn’t need the visuals of her nearly naked breasts every time I closed my eyes.
“Maybe later,” I told her, allowing a little smile to creep onto my lips. “He said something about taking me out to dinner.”
“Taking you out? Like a real date?” Ruby teased. “That’s real love.”
“Shut up!”
“Can I tell you something babes? In all seriousness?” Ruby asked. I could feel her eyes on me, so I nodded. “I love the way you’ve been looking lately. Don’t get me wrong, you’re always gorgeous. It’s just… there’s something else. You look so refreshed and radiant, like you’re glowing. And you’re always smiling.”
“Thanks, Rube,” I smiled. “I guess it’s the sun and the sea air.”
“More like all the multiple orgasms, if you ask me.”
“Well, I didn’t.”
“But you know I’m right.”
“Maybe.”
With an hour to go before sunset, I excused myself and went back to my room to get ready. As he wanted to meet me on the beach, I opted for swimwear. I took a chance on my most revealing red bikini. It was nothing near as extreme as Ruby’s collection, but it pushed my boobs up for some great cleavage, rode very low on my hips, and was cut to show a lot more cheek than usual. I took the most care with my light makeup and getting my hair right. I was almost positive it would be ruined within minutes, but I wanted to look as beautiful as I could for him. I borrowed Ruby’s sheer wrap for warmth and headed downstairs.
The note wasn’t cryptic, but it wasn’t exactly detailed either. It felt so like him to do something on the resort’s private beach, taking the chance that we just might get spotted. I returned to the pool area as the sun was getting very low in the sky. Daphne, May, and Ruby were sitting on those submerged stools by the wet bar. They smiled, waved, and blew kisses at me as I walked by. I beamed at them, then did a double take before I realized that Daphne’s bronzed Adonis had resurfaced and was now cozying up with her again.
I stepped out onto the soft sand. It was dry and still warm from baking in the day’s heat. I spotted a silhouette near the waves and, by the broad shoulders and beautiful shape, it couldn’t be anyone but Marcus. As I neared him, he looked up from what he was doing to see me approach. He wore only his shorts and, with the sun turning pink behind him, I couldn’t decide which the most alluring sight was.
“Wow,” Marcus smiled, “You look amazing.”
I couldn’t help the smile that played about my lips at his words, or the tingle that ran down my skin to finish between my legs. “You don’t look too bad yourself.”
Marcus had spread out a blanket on the sand, held in place with a small but very sturdy looking wooden table. On the table was wine, three or four dishes of food and fruit, and some glasses. I sat, as Marcus bid me to, and watched the sun sink lower while he fiddled with something for a moment, a few feet from the blanket.
“Sorry about that,” he smiled as he scrambled back to sit next to me. “You’ll thank me later.” He poured us some wine, leaning in to kiss me before he handed me the glass. Despite the setting sun, it was still so warm out on the beach and I was grateful of the chilled white wine.
“This is beautiful, Marcus.” I said, clinking his glass. “I can’t believe you did all this for me.”
“Well, I can’t take credit for the view,” he grinned, “But I wanted to make your last night memorable.”
I curled up to him as we watched the amazing colors on the ocean, the sun diving down into it. “I don’t think I’m ever going to forget a single night I’ve spent here with you,” I said, turning to look at his stunning profile. I meant it too, it had been an unforgettable week.
“I know I won’t,” he said, turning to me as well. We kissed, long and deep. It left me slightly breathless. “What am I going to do without you here?” Marcus asked as we looked back to the sunset.
“I’m sure you’ll find some pretty young thing to replace me next week,” I answered. I didn’t say it meanly or jealously. It was just true.
“Maybe,” I heard him smile as he spoke. “She’s going to have to be something very special to have any hope of filling your shoes.”
“That’s sweet, I guess,” I chuckled.
He’d brought a small selection of local finger foods, including balchi di pisca, bitterbal, cala, fresh mango and pineapple. We watched the sun disappear completely below the waves, feeding each other slowly with our hands. Soon, it was dark and I could no longer see the table. Marcus pulled a book of resort matches from his pocket and lit them all in order to ignite the two candles on the table. They didn’t make a huge dent in the blackness.
“That was a lot of matches for two candles,” I commented. “Weren’t you ever a boy scout?”
He paused for a second, the book of matches burning bright in his hand, then tossed them idly away. I gasped but, when they hit the ground, a line of flames shot across the sand for a few feet, before it stopped and erupted into a comfortably sized bonfire. I looked back to his handsome face and could see him again, in the flame light. I called him a showoff and he leaned back in to kiss me.
He gently opened my mouth this time and, as our tongues met, I felt my nerves come alive, my nipples harden, and my pussy grow wet. I didn’t stop him as he peeled off my wrap. He lightly traced his fingertips over my stomach and sides, making me gasp into his mouth. He deftly slid under my bikini top and lifted it over my breasts so he could softly caress the sensitive skin and brush his thumbs across my bullet-hard nipples, making me moan.
I felt an intense heat of passion run straight to my head. I was almost giddy with the desire to have him inside me, to hold him and possess him, to bring him to his knees. Before I realized what I was doing, I was pressing my lips against him harder, with enough force to get him to back off. I pushed him until he was lying back on the blanket, this huge ex-marine suddenly prostrate before me, then wriggled out of my bikini top before discarding it. He chuckled softly as I began kissing my way down his chest. My pussy was almost dripping with need as I continued lower. With a strength I didn’t know I had, I ripped his shorts open, feeling his rock hard cock bounce up like an excited puppy, thumping into my naked breast.
“Wow, what did I do to deserve this?” I could hear him smiling. I silenced him by grasping his long shaft, feeling it twitch in my hand. Even after my experiment the previous night, I was sure I never felt him quite this big or this hard.
I stared up at him, looking into his eyes as I held him throbbing in my hand. I went lower, opening my mouth for him, and let out a moan as he easily slipped past my lips. My tongue slid over every ridge and vein of him, the feeling exciting me even further. I found that each stroke, each lick, and every suck produced a different reaction. I could make him groan, throb, twitch, or cry out at my will, and I liked it.
I worked harder up and down his shaft, a little faster each time. I smiled at the noises he made as I lightly played around the head of him, before taking him deeper into my mouth, sucking in as much of him as I could.
“Oh, fuck… that feels amazing.” Marcus moaned. “Damn! You’re so sexy. Your mouth feels so good, I don’t think I can take much more!”
This time, though, his pleas fell on deaf ears. I was loving the feel of him in my mouth and savoring the power I had over him. I may have been on my knees but I was in charge. I alone could make Marcus feel pleasure or pain, I alone could make his brain fail and force his balls to shoot their hot seed right down my throat. I felt like a hot vixen, like a wild temptress, like a goddess.
His cock twitched in my mouth and, when I let him go, it stood up hard and proud, ready to explode. I slid my lips swiftly back over his smooth helmet, making him gasp and his whole cock jerk in my fist. I sucked him again, tasting him, sweet and salty at the same time, until he pulsed once more.
“It’s okay, baby,” I heard myself say, still holding him trapped in my hand. “I want it. Give me everything you’ve got.”
He was so hard in my mouth, like a stick of solid marble, and it felt like he was very close. No stopping now, I told myself, and stroked my lips up and down his shaft just a few more times, until he grunted, swore, and his thick cock throbbed against my tongue. I willed myself to hold him between my lips as he suddenly gasped, shuddered, and burst, firing wads of thick liquid into my mouth. Marcus roared. I rammed as much of him inside me as I could manage and kept swallowing until I was defeated, having to come up for air. Writhing in pleasure, Marcus reached down and clamped his fist around my hand, making me jerk his spurting cock hard and forcing more torrents of pure white come to fly out. A heavy jet landed splat on my breast, while the rest dribbled down his shaft and over our joined hands.
“Holy shit!” groaned Marcus. “Where did you learn that?”
I rolled onto my back next to him. I didn’t know just doing that could be so exhausting. I rubbed my hand in the sand, trying to wipe it clean. “Was it okay?” I smiled.
“Amazing.”
“In truth, I’d never really tried it before,” I confessed. I’d had my ex-husband in my mouth a few times, in fact, but he had always stopped me and switched to regular sex. I was grateful for that. I’d always been scared to find out what it tasted like.
“I’m honored,” he panted. “What made you try it now?”
“Just what you said about taking chances.”
Marcus laughed loudly and rolled around until he could pull me to him and kiss me on the mouth. I still had jizz on my chin and my breasts but he didn’t seem to care. I felt his sticky cock throb against me. Is he getting hard again already? I wondered. I really hoped so.
*****
Before long, Marcus got up and suggested we go and swim in the black sea. He sprinted toward the waves, shouting for me to follow him in. I had to take a nervous look back toward the resort. When I felt reassured that they were far enough away there was no chance we’d be seen, I bit the bullet and ran into the surf after him. He held his arms wide for me and I ran into them, the ocean splashing warm up my legs. He scooped me up and we kissed, before he took us both down into the shallow water. I shrieked with laughter as the sea washed over us, soaking my hair. We rolled around together, kissing and fondling until Marcus wound up above me, staring down at me almost naked beneath him. My hungry pussy throbbed as he devoured me with his eyes, his cock hard again against my stomach. As fun as taking him in my mouth had been, I desperately needed to feel him inside me.
“Finally, we’re here for real,” he said, lowering himself down on me to take a hot, aching nipple into his mouth.
“What do you mean,” I gasped as he nibbled on my breast, tugging on the invisible thread that seemed to connect directly to my throbbing clit.
“I’ve been wanting to try sex on the beach with you since I first bought you one.”
My laughter quickly turned to pleasured moans as he kissed his way down my stomach, pulling down my bikini bottoms, and quickly settling his mouth between my thighs. I lifted myself up for him, inviting him to lick me more intensely, which he did. I was so turned on. My pussy was almost gushing onto his tongue as he ate at my clit, and I struggled to keep my hips still. I had my hands in his hair, pulling at him as I felt my climax about ready to explode out of me. He forced his mouth on me harder, his agile tongue licking, flicking and probing until I couldn’t stop myself from crying out.
“Oh fuck! Oh fuck!” I heard myself wail, toppling over the edge. My body rocked, jolted, and went into spasm as deep thrums of ecstasy throbbed out from my quivering clit to every part of my body. I held him hard against me, grinding my trembling pussy against his eager mouth, until I could stand no more. “Stop! Stop!” I pleaded. “Fuck me! Please just fuck me, Marcus!”
He pulled himself up until I felt the end of him pressing against my waiting hole, then cried out again as he rammed himself into me. He went so deep on the first thrust, my orgasm just kept flowing. My skin was buzzing, every nerve ending tingling, as I continued to be pummeled by wave upon wave of frenzied pleasure. He kept hammering his solid shaft into me, over and over, with no sign of stopping, and I just kept coming. My mind was filling with lights, my vision was blurring. I barely noticed the water that lapped against our bodies anymore. I could feel nothing but the insatiable crashes of pleasure ripping through me, and Marcus’s amazing cock piercing me relentlessly.
I barely registered it as he lifted me up so I straddled him as he sat in the surf, bouncing me on him. My moans just joined into one long scream as he thundered in and out of my pulsating pussy at incredible speed, before, after what seemed like hours, he began swearing as well. He suddenly froze, completely still, grunting madly as I wildly fucked myself on his hard tool, until I felt him finally erupt inside me. I collapsed on him, groaning softly as I felt him fill my willing sheath with his thick, hot load.
My senses began to return and my breathing calmed a little, as the pulses of his orgasm slowly died away. My quaking walls still held him tight, as though they were trying to squeeze every last drop of him into me, so I could take at least some of him with me when I left.
“Jesus,” Marcus panted.
I couldn’t help it. I felt the first tear roll down my cheeks just as the first sob escaped my lips. I buried my face in his neck. “I’m sorry,” I breathed. “I can’t believe I’m never going to see you again. I’m sorry to sound like a clingy little girl.”
“Hey, beautiful,” he whispered, coiling his arms around me and holding me closer. “You’re going to be fine. We knew we only had this week but, I hope, we both get to take away some wonderful memories, right?”
“Right,” I tried to smile. “And I want to thank you, so much, for making this such an amazing time for me.”
“Trust me,” he grinned, “It was my pleasure.” We kissed, long and hard. “Anyway, who says it has to be over just yet?”
He gently flexed his hips and I gasped to feel him still hard inside me. “Really?” I couldn’t believe he was already able to go again. He answered me by kissing me and sliding his way in deeper, forcing me to moan softly into his mouth, as my pussy throbbed back to life and that warm, tingling feeling of pleasure radiated back through me once more.