Cayman Desires (7 page)

The way Raymond looked
at her made her feel like a cheap whore, a slut he used purely for release,
with no feelings … and no regrets.

Suddenly her skin
crawled, everywhere he touched she felt dirty, as if she just emerged from a
pool of mud.  She jumped up and stood for what felt like hours under a
stingingly hot shower. Scrubbing her skin until it was red. Eventually she just
stood shivering under the water, her tears mingling with the spray of water on
her cheeks.

She dried herself, wrapped the towel
around her and staggered over to the bed, where she lay down, tears still
streaming down her cheeks.

Raymond stood looking down at her still
quivering body, pulled in a tight ball.  His mouth tightened and his heart
constricted.  He slowly lowered himself on the bed next to her and she glanced
up in fright.

Immediately she tried
pushing away from him, but he reached for her, and drew her protesting body
into his arms.

“No, let me go! Damn
you let me go!”

His mouth tightened
even further, but he held on as she burst into a fresh set of tears.  Her body
shook against his with the force of her tears and it made him feel even worse. 
He stroked her hair, and pulled her tighter against him, his hands slowly
caressed down her back, uttering little nothings in her ear, until eventually
the tears subsided and she relaxed against him.

Her breathing slow and
deep, he realized that she had fallen asleep. He lay back, still holding her
tightly in his arms, staring into the dark, knowing that he would not be able
to fall asleep. His mind drifted back to the past hour he sat on the beach. 

Raymond slammed out of
Clarissa’s cottage, his mind in turmoil.  He just behaved like a lunatic, a mad
man!  He ran down the pathway onto the beach and didn’t stop until his chest
burned and he struggled to breathe.

He dropped down on the
cooling sand and hung his head between his raised legs. The expression of
horror in her eyes haunted him to misery.

Never in his life would
he have believed himself able to loose utter control the way he just did. Not
even when he was young and inexperienced did have so little control over his
actions … his body than he just did.  The moment he surged into her tight, hot
sheath, his mind went completely blank and his body and need took over.  He
could still feel the tremor that coursed through his body, the moment he was inside
her.

He groaned aloud and
gripped his hair in his fists.

His body was still
rigid, his arousal painfully reminding him of his need, and even though he just
had the most satisfying release of his life, it wanted more, so much more.  He
could still feel her tight muscles clench around him, drawing him deeper.   He
uttered another groan as he felt his arousal tightening even more against his
pants.

The sexual tension when
they met years ago, were very strong and electrifying, but in all the time they
were together, never did he lose total control over his body.  It was as if the
sexual energy between them now has magnified hundred fold.

Suddenly he remembered
her scream when he tore into her and he felt the guilt riding him even more. 
He must have hurt her badly!  He was a well-endowed man, aroused even more so …
add anger to the equation … He did not even prepare her for him, he just …

He jumped up and his
long legs carried him back the way he came, his eyes troubled.  No matter how
much he resented Clarissa, loathed her even for what she did to him, she did
not deserve such treatment.

In his imagination, he
saw her laughing into Trace’s face and the anger raged through him again. 
Maybe she didn’t deserve it, but she surely asked for trouble … he did warn
her, and she should know him well enough to be aware of his possessive side! 
What was his was his!  He did not share with anyone!

The past six years of
punishing himself, his body and everyone around him flashed through his mind,
and he tightened his resolve.  No matter how much sexual gratification he got
from her delectable body, she would never break past the barricade around his
heart.  She still had to pay for what she put him through, and she would pay
…   with her body!

And once he’s had his
full, he’ll pack his bags and leave.  Just as he promised her … then she would
know regret!

Clarissa woke up with heat coiling
through her body.  Her body strained towards the pleasure, pushing her breasts
higher at sensations spiraling through her.  She lifted her hands and it filled
with man.  She broke through the barriers of sleep and realized that it was
Raymond.

His lips and mouth
moved against her breasts, gently kissing the undersides and in between, slowly
driving her insane.  Even in her sleep.  He stroked her one breast with rough
fingertips, circling her areola teasingly, until her nipple was aroused and so hard
it was painful. He was her first and only lover, he knew how to arose her, how
to please her, and always drew the most amazing pleasures from her body.

His lips nuzzled her
throat and his other hand joined the first in torturing both breasts in similar
fashion, without touching her aching nipples.  Her breath wheezed through her
teeth, and she lifted her breasts higher, silently pleading for more.

His lips moved to her
ear, gently drawing the lobe between his lips, sucking softly and twirling the
tip of his tongue around the edge, in an imitation of what he would do to her
nipples. She whimpered and moved restlessly beneath him.  His voice was hoarse
in her ear.

“Tell me.  Tell me what
you want!”

“Touch me!”

His fingers kept
circling lazily, his mouth and tongue continued its torture on her earlobe.

“But I am touching
you.”

She groaned and gripped
his shoulders.   “Ray please!”

He continued the
torture for seconds more until she thought she would force his hand and mouth
down to her breast where she so desperately needed him to touch her, when he
slowly moved his thumbs across both her nipples at the same time.  Gently
flicking and circling them.  If possible, they grew even harder and she bit her
lips at the agony of her desire to feel his warm mouth on her breasts.

He rolled her nipples
between her fingers, watched the emotions flare on her face and increased the
pleasure to near pain. She cried out, her nails digging half-moons on his
shoulders as she clutched at him.  He dipped his head and softly blew on her
extended nipple, triggering another tortured cry from her.  He moved to the
other and repeated the action.

“Oh … Ray … please!”

Knowing that he had to
taste her, he lowered his head and drew her nipple hard into his mouth,
suckling as if he was nurturing from her.  She cried out and her legs moved
restlessly on the bed.  With his other hand, he rolled her nipple between his
thumb and fingers, offering her twin pleasure.

He pulled on her nipple
harder, drew it deeper into his mouth, as if he would take all of her.  She
nearly exploded.  Pressure built inside her, she felt heat rushing through her
and liquid heat settled in her nether regions.  She felt arousal pool between
her legs and knew she would not be able to deny him anything at this point.

She needed, no she
craved whatever he was willing to give.  She needed him to fill her body again.
As hard and deep as he did before, the years without him now only a memory as
her body shivered with pleasure.

He moved to the other
breast and repeated the pleasure, groaning as he suckled.  It was as if he
wanted to pull her whole into him.  She moaned and her head rolled on the
pillow.   He moved over her and pushed her breasts against each other so that
he could pay homage to both of them together.

She nearly lifted off
the bed as he started suckling on both her nipples, first the one, then the
other, but before the one could dry, he would be back. Urgently tugging them
deep in his mouth, as if he could not get enough of the taste of her.  She was
close to exploding and pushed her groin hard against his leg that rested
between hers.  He moved his leg roughly up and down against her juncture,
feeling the sticky wetness and heat. He sucked harder; gently nibbled, then
gently increased the pressure, tugging at her nipple with his teeth. Clarissa
cried out hoarsely and her hips lifted clear off the bed desperate for release.

“Oh, my God … Ray …
please … I …”

She struggled to
breathe and her hands gripped him so tightly they hurt.  She begged for
release, but Raymond took his time, treasuring her, bathing her breasts with
his tongue, licking around the nipples, flicking them with his tongue, still
holding them pressed together so that he had easy access to both.  That alone
drove her insane. 

The pleasure he forced
from her body was just too much to bear after all the years of celibacy.    She
took his one hand and wrenched it down her body.  He allowed it, but continued
to suck and nibble her breasts.   Her breathing were labored and irregular, her
whole body quivered and moved restlessly on the bed.  He knew how sensitive her
breasts and nipples were, how swiftly it accelerated her arousal, how it fed
her desires, fired her passions into overdrive.

His fingers lazily
brushed against her thighs, drawing slow circles closer to her core.  Her
thighs spread wide as off their own accord and she pushed her hips up against
his hand, silently begging for release.

He drew his fingertips
softly over her mound, barely touching and she moaned, her hips rose
pleadingly.  He drew a circle around the already hard and swollen nub, softly
then harder until she moaned, and only then did he touch her where she ached
for him.

Her hips lifted clear
off the bed and her head pushed even deep into the pillow.  He felt the heat of
her as he caressed her, captivated by the sensations she felt fluttering so
transparent on her face in the dim light.

He increased the pace,
stroking up and down, round and up, while his other hand still roughly caressed
her breasts.  She gripped his hand and he felt her nails digging into his
wrist.   He shifted his hand, now stroking her clitoris with his thumb and
pushed a finger deep inside her soft body. Heat engulfed his finger and her
wetness caused an uncontrolled groan to escape his mouth.

She gasped and moved
her hips urgently against his hand.  He kept stroking her, felt the liquid heat
of her around his finger and he urgently pressed another finger inside, and
immediately another, stretching her wide, plunged them in and out, all the time
stroking her clitoris.

She was beyond
herself.  She felt the pressure building and building inside her and just as
she felt on the edge of release, he withdrew. She cried out, but nearly lifted
off the bed as his mouth replaced his fingers.

“Ray!   Oh my …”

His tongue stroked her
clitoris, up and down; he gently drew it into his mouth and suckled, softly,
then slightly harder, all the time stroking the edge with his tongue.  He
gently separated her velvet lips and pushed his fingers inside her again, her
inner muscles gripped them immediately, pulling them deeper.  He suckled her
deeper into his mouth, urgently plunging his fingers in and out, harder, faster
and deeper.

Clarissa felt as if she
floated on a cloud of pure pleasure. She didn’t know where and what part of what
he did caused it, but he slowly drove her insane.  The pressure kept building
and every time she felt on the verge of exploding, he would withdraw. Never in
all their time together, had he made love to her so intensely, so focused on
forcing so much pleasure from her, reducing her to a whimpering mass of need.

She whimpered, pleaded
and her body quivered in his hands.  She cried, she begged, and pleaded again,
but he kept her suspended on the edge.  When she felt she was going completely
crazy, he replaced his fingers with his mouth and he pushed his tongue deep
inside her, sucking as if he would pull the life force out of her, his fingers,
urgently and relentlessly stroking her swollen velvet clit.

This time he kept going
and Clarissa moved uncontrollably against him, his fingers, mouth and tongue
driving her crazy.  She was desperate for release and the pain in her loins
became intolerable. She panted hard, pushing her hips harder against his mouth
and he drank deeply from her body.  The edge kept creeping closer, her
breathing became hard and uncontrollable until suddenly everything shattered
inside her.

She pushed her hips
upwards, straining; her whole body as tight as a bow and she cried out
harshly.   Stars exploded in her head and the pleasure was so intense she
stopped breathing and floated on a precipice of nearly passing out.

Raymond moved up her
body while she was still in the heart of her climax and surged inside her, hard
and deep.  He felt her muscles pulsing around him, Clarissa groaned at his
invasion as he started moving inside her.  Thrusting like a man possessed.  He
held himself above her so that he could watch her face.

She was helpless.  In
her life, she never experienced a climax such as this.  In the throes of a
climax, slightly interrupted, but immediately continued with his rigid shaft
thrusting inside her, it just kept going;  her body as tight as a string.  She
held onto Raymond, her nails leaving bloodied half-moons on his back as the
orgasm kept rushing through her, her breathing haggard.

Her inner muscles
tightened and pulsed around him drove him insane and he increased the pace,
exploding inside her just as he felt her climax subsiding.  Once again, his
orgasm was so intense the rush of the blood through his body felt like his life
force leaving his body.

He collapsed heavily on
top of her, both of them struggling to breathe.  Even though Raymond’s weight
nearly crushed her, Clarissa held onto him, keeping him on top of her, his
shaft still strong inside her.

When he eventually managed
to gather his strength, he pushed off her, but settled next to her and drew her
tight against his side.  His warm breath teased her temple.  She felt the soft
kiss he placed there like a whisper in the wind.  His voice was so soft; she
had to strain to hear him.

“Did I hurt you?”

She remembered her body
protesting his rough invasion and her scream the first time.  But, hurt her?

“No. I’m fine.”

He shifted slightly and
strained to look into her eyes.   “Are you sure? The first time … I was very
rough and I never … I …”

She stroked a finger
down his cheek.  “Yes, I’m sure. It only took a second for my body to catch up
with yours.  I really am fine.”

His gaze captured hers
and she worried her cheek at the intensity in his gaze.

“It just occurred to
me, I did not use protection either times, are you still on the pill?”   She
felt her heart miss a beat, but kept the smile on her lips.

“You don’t have to
worry …”

He withdrew his arm
from around her and sat up, his eyes nearly black and boring into hers.  “You’re
not on the pill!”

“I did not say that.”

“Nor did you say
otherwise.  Are you or are you not?”

“I am, so you can stop
shouting at me as if all of this is my fault!”   She huffed at him, pulled the
sheet around her and stormed into the bathroom.  Slamming the door shut after
her, she sagged against it, her fist against her mouth.  Oh God, she never even
thought about it!  She stopped taking the pill a few months after she arrived
on the island, because she knew she had no interest in a sexual relationship
with anyone and her periods had settled, which, was the one reason she went on
the pill in the first place. 

Her hand slid to her
belly and she imagined herself pregnant with Raymond’s baby.  Had she stayed
all those years ago, by now they probably would have had a second one already! 
A noise from the bedroom broke through her reverie and she quickly went to the
basin to splash water on her face and freshened up.

When she walked back
into the room, Raymond was gone.  She gave a frustrated groan and fell on the
bed.  He had just walked out on her again!  She crawled up the bed and settled
on the rumpled sheets and pillows, clutching the sheet around her naked, but
still pulsating body.

She still attempted to
recuperate from all the things he just did to her.

A few minutes later,
she nearly flew off the bed when he calmly walked back into the room, a packet
in his hand.  She gaped at him.

“I thought you left
…”  

He emptied the content
of the packet on her bed. She gasped as packet after packet of condoms fell on
the bed.  She swung a heated look at him.  “But I told you …”

He started undressing,
throwing his clothes on the nearby chair.  Naked, he came down on top of her,
his molten charcoal eyes smoldering into hers.

“Quite frankly, my dear
… I don’t trust you.”

She gasped and tried to
push him off her.  “You don’t trust me!  Get off me … NOW!  What do you think I
plan to do? I did not even invite you here!  Get off me, I said!”

“Oh, it might not be
intentional, but I will not be lured back in your web by your iniquitous ways! 
I intend to take my fill of your delectable body, and you not being on the pill
… is not going to hold me back…”

She struggled in
earnest against him now, trying to push him off, but the friction her actions
caused heated her blood as well as his. She stopped when he pushed himself
against her, rubbing his rigid erection against the apex between her legs where
he was laying on top of the sheet.