His Perfect Match (15 page)

As if to distract her, he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her closer taking her mouth with his. Liz was quickly lost in the sweet taste of his tongue against her, and before long she was the one leading the way as her lips darted to kiss his eyelids and cheeks before returning to his mouth, where he would once again try to regain control of the kiss only to have her dart away to tease him once more.

Finally, his soapy hands came up and held her still as
his tongue plunged inside her mouth, seeking and taking, and Liz felt the kiss all the way to the tips of her toes.

Her body began to move and squirm against his, almost as if it had a mind of its own, and it wanted more, needed more. But Darius held her up, refusing to allow her to settle over his throbbing penis.

“No, baby, let's take it slow this time. I've waited so long for you, Liz.” His hungry mouth followed a trail of suds across her chest to her high breast. Lifting the small breast in his hands, his large thumb rolled over the nipple and Liz's back arched as a bolt of lightning shot through her body.

Then he was taking the small breast into his mouth, holding her up as he suckled hungrily. Liz's aching body was almost to the point of desperation. All she wanted was to get him inside her and still he refused.

He lifted his mouth from her breast and looked up into her eyes. “Nothing has ever felt like you.” Suddenly, he had taken the other breast into his mouth, and it was everything for Liz not to wrap her arms around his head and hold him to her.

“Darius, I can't take it,” she managed to get out between breaths. “I need you so much.”

“Shh, it's okay. You have me, baby.” But instead of connecting their bodies, he lifted a loofah sponge and dipped it in the water. Lifting it over her head, he let the water run down over her, and the warm water did nothing to cool her urgent need.

He covered the sponge with a liquid soap that smelt of lavender and began sliding it over her arms and shoulders in a slow, rotating fashion that did seem to relax her a bit. One of his large hands came against her back and gently pushed her forward as he did the same to her
back. Liz leaned forward, resting her head on his shoulder, and let him have his way.

“Remember this?” he whispered in her ear.

And she did. They'd spent many nights just lounging in the tub together, long after the bathing and loving were done. What a fool she'd been to run from this man.

“Yes,” she whispered in return.

“All I ever wanted to do was take care of you, Liz.”

She closed her eyes to fight back the tears beginning to form. This was too much, the memories, the emotional connection she felt to Darius, it was all too much. “I know.” And she knew, at least now she did.

Eager to fight down some of the intense energy swirling around them, she sat up. “My turn.” Taking the loofah from him, she did the same as he had, running it over his arms and shoulders, still fascinated by all the new muscles that now bulged beneath his gold skin.

She dipped the sponge beneath the water to his stomach, slowly moving south, but he quickly covered her hand to stop her. “Um, a loofah is kinda rough for him.”

She laughed and placed a quick peck on his lips. “Well, I wouldn't want to do anything to hurt him.” Dropping the sponge, she let her fingers roam over the thick erection, as always entranced by the way a man's body changed to suit a woman.

“Liz, I never stopped loving you, you know that, right?” His whispered words were little more than a murmur as his mouth returned to her breast.

Liz bit her lip to keep from blurting her own feelings. She knew that what he was saying was the passion of the moment. How could he love her when he didn't even trust her? But that was a conversation for another
place and time, and she was not about to spoil this moment with reality.

“Show me,” she whispered back and gasped as she felt his long fingers slide inside her body. Straddling him, she was completely open to his exploration and all she could do was cling to his shoulders as his busy fingers manipulated her flesh, preparing it for his own.

Satisfied she could accept him, Darius lifted her hips slightly and lowered her over the head of his penis. They were both surprised by her tightness as he gently, but determinedly prodded his way inside her body.

Liz could no longer control her breathing as she felt every inch of him enter her—every throb, every vein, every little movement, until it felt she could not be stretched any further and then she was stretched more. Darius's arms came up to her shoulders and with one hard push he was seated inside her.

Liz felt the difference in his body immediately as he stiffened, trying to hold back the tide of hunger pushing them both to finish the act. Liz searched for his mouth, wanting to be as close to him as humanly possible. She'd forgotten this sensation, this feeling unique to womanhood. The strange sense of both power and weakness that came with having a man inside her body.

She continued to kiss him, sensing his will as part of her own to make the moment last, but with every touch of their lips his penis thumped against her vaginal walls until she wanted to cry out at the sensation.

Liz knew they'd lost the battle when Darius wrapped his large hands around her waist and lifted her to slide down on him again. He lifted her again and again, bringing her down on his aching erection wanting, no, desperate for relief.

She watched in fascination as his head fell back against the tub and a look of pure ecstasy came across his face. His whole being became centered and focused on the task of pushing into her body. Liz held to his shoulders as her own eyes closed and she gave way to the building wave coursing through her body like a tsunami rushing to crash against the land.

Liz was unconscious of her fingers digging into his shoulders as the wave reached its destination and her whole being erupted in uncontrolled pulsations. Darius pulled her even closer to him as he followed her into the abyss, pushing into her body with one final thrust, sending his seed deep inside her.

F
or a moment it seemed as if time had stopped. The only sounds that could be heard were the faint sounds of the luau band and their own breathing.

Darius dug around in the water until he found the loofah and once again let the water roll over her face and body. “Told you so.”

“What?” she murmured, feeling the aftereffects of their lovemaking, the exhaustion that quickly followed.

“I knew you were a screamer.”

Liz started to protest immediately and then remembered. Embarrassment colored her whole body, and she was grateful for the protection of Darius's arms to hide in. She sat back to look at him. “You weren't exactly quiet either.”

“But I never claimed to be.” Beneath the water, his
hand rubbed her hip seductively. “I've already told you, you drive me wild.”

“Do I?”

He chuckled. “You need more proof?”

She leaned forward and whispered in his ear. “Maybe.”

His eyes widened. “Okay, but you're gonna have to give me a minute. I'm an old man now, not the young buck I use to be.”

“What are you talking about? You're only thirty-four.”

“Still a big difference from twenty to thirty.”

Liz, still seated on his now-limp penis, wiggled slightly and laughed at the feel of it suddenly springing to life once more. “Not from where I sit.”

Darius lifted her back and stood from the tub, and Liz's eyes went immediately to his growing erection. He offered his hand to her and she stood and stepped out of the tub, as well.

He quickly had a towel wrapped around her body as he rubbed over her skin. “Are you cold?”

She smiled at him over her shoulder. “How could I be?”

Once he was satisfied with her, Darius turned the towel on himself. Together they walked back into the bedroom and Darius folded back the covers. He turned to her with a wicked smile. “Now, about that proof.”

Before she could say a word, he swooped her up in his arms and dropped her on the bed coming down on top of her. Using his arms to cage her in, he propped himself over the top of her. “Now, where was I?” He feigned ignorance. “Oh, yeah, now I remember.” His mouth came down on hers and he settled against her body.

“You know, I fully intended to play hard to get,” she said, her mouth twisted in resignation. “So much for that.”

“Well, if it's any consolation I had no intention of
sleeping with you this week. So we'll just call it even.” His tongue trailed a path along her neck and the valley between her breasts.

Taking first one and then the other in his large hands, he squeezed the twin peaks between his fingers watching as Liz's back arched in reaction.

He continued his path down over her taut stomach, kissing first her navel and then the tiny pouch that sat at the bottom of her stomach, the only evidence of childbirth left on her near-perfect body.

Liz wrapped her arms around his head, enjoying the feel of his soft lips as anticipation built. She knew where he was headed and only hoped he did not stop until he got there.

Suddenly, he was sliding off the edge. “Hang on,” he whispered, and she watched him disappear into the bathroom, and he soon reappeared holding up a condom. Without a word, he kneeled between her legs and she heard the condom wrapper tear. “I came prepared this time.” He reached forward and pulled her ankles toward him, lifting them over his shoulders.

Liz felt her heartbeat accelerate and tried to control her breathing, with no luck.

He looked up at her over the length of her body, his eyes conveying his thoughts more effectively than words ever could. Liz licked her lips, her mouth going dry as his warm palm slid up the inside of her thigh. He followed the path of his fingers with feather-light kisses, placing then on the inside of each thigh as he climbed higher and higher.

Every once in a while, he paused and looked up at her, torturing her, making her need him as much as he needed her and Liz was powerless to resist. All she
could do was brace herself against the headboard as his hot mouth touched the core of her being.

Showing no mercy, his tongue dove deep inside her, and Liz's whole body jerked in reaction as the impulse to push against his seeking tongue overcame her. Holding to the headboard she mindlessly lifted her hips giving him easier access and he took it. Holding her thighs apart with his arms, he licked and suckled until she was once again screaming out in pleasure, her mind numb to everything but the sensations he was creating inside her.

Just when she thought she could not take any more, he came over her body and slid into her with an ease that convinced her she was designed for him. Made to fit this man and this man alone. He was the only man her body had ever known, and after tonight, she knew no one else could take his place.

Bracing his weight on his elbows, Darius plowed into her body with relentless strokes, pushing her to the limit and beyond. When she thought they'd reached the point of no return, he would suddenly pull back, pull out of her until just the head of his penis remained inside, barely enough to remind her of the agonizing pleasure that awaited her, of the paradise only he could offer.

Then, as the longing began to subside, he would return, allowing her to feel the whole of his large erection, pushing so deep inside her she was force to lift her legs further to accommodate his size.

It wasn't enough for Darius, he shifted their position, lifting one of her legs over his shoulder, and the other around his waist to give him complete access to her. And he took full advantage of the access, pushing into her body with force, causing her to jerk with every stroke
of his stiff penis. She was dying a slow, sweet death and Darius's hard erection was showing no sign of being anywhere near done with her.

Liz felt as if her head was spinning as she fought off the climax, wanting to wait for him, wanting to go to that special place together, but it was pointless as her body surrendered to his, giving up her womanly nectar, the prize for his effort. But it wasn't enough, he just continued to plow into her again and again as if he were a being possessed.

Liz looked up at his face to find his head thrown back, the veins in his neck standing in stark relief as the faint sheen of sweat that coated his body glistened in the lights of the room. His handsome face was twisted in concentration. He looked like a tortured soul to her, and all Liz wanted was to provide whatever he needed.

As if sensing her concern, he looked down at her and their eyes locked for several long minutes as he continued to pound into her body. Her eyes questioned, she wanted to know what he needed from her and he understood.

He leaned forward and kissed her hard, his tongue forcing its way inside. He demanded entrance and she gave it. Wrapping his hands around her bottom, he lifted her even further upon his erection and whispered in her ear. “More. I need more.”

Liz wasn't sure how much more she could give, but she put her arms around his neck, pressed her body to his and held on, hoping he could find whatever he needed in her.

Still he plowed away at a relentless pace and Liz felt her body renewing itself, finding a way to give him the more he needed. Soon, her juices were once again flowing down to meet his own and together they exploded like two bright stars colliding in the night sky.

 

When Liz woke, she found herself alone in the bed. She glanced at the clock on the nightstand and saw that it was almost four in the morning. She felt her nakedness beneath the covers and looked around the room. Everything from clothing to towels had been picked up, her dress was thrown neatly over a nearby chair, and Darius's clothes were gone.

She went to stand from the bed and felt her body immediately reject the notion. She was sore from the tips of her toes to the top of her head, and all she could do was fall back on the pillows and smile at the ceiling. Her mind wandered back over the past evening and she tried to replay every tiny detail.
The drought is over. And what a storm.

Now knowing what to expect, she attempted to stand again and this time pushed past the stiffness. She needed to get some night clothes on, knowing her son would probably come charging in at the crack of dawn.

Going to the closet she pulled one of her old, worn gowns from the closet and suddenly found it lacking. For the first time in years she wanted something sexy to sleep in, but seeing this was all she had, she slipped the gown over her head and headed to the door.

She went to open the door and realized it was still locked. She frowned down at the handle, wondering how Darius had got out if the door was still locked. She quickly decided that as the owner he probably had a key that could lock it from the other side.

As she stepped out of her room, she realized all was quiet in the bungalow. The lights were all off and the doors to both Dee's room and Marc's were cracked. She peeked into her son's room and smiled to see him
sprawled as usual across the bed, every limb pointed in a different direction. The blankets were bunched at the end of the bed. She crossed the room and pulled the blanket over his form, knowing that by morning it would be back at the end of the bed or on the floor. She closed the door and then went to check on Dee, who appeared as just a lump under the covers. For a brief moment, she wondered if they'd seen or heard Darius leaving, but realizing she would not know the answer to that until the next morning, she returned to her bedroom.

She closed the door and leaned back against it, thinking of Darius and all that had happened between them. Much to her dismay, all the girlish hopes and dreams she thought she'd abandoned long ago began to creep into her heart.

She took a deep breath, trying to ground herself in reality. This was a one-week deal. At the end of it, she would return to Columbus and Darius would continue to run his hotel. The only thing that would really change was that now Marc would have his father in his life.

Marc…

She frowned, thinking of just how she was supposed to explain to her son that his uncle was in fact his father, and his father was his uncle. What a mess she'd made of his life. She could only imagine what he would think if he even understood. And as he grew older and did understand, what would he think then?

She ran her hands over her face knowing there was no easy way. She would simply have to tell him and try to answer whatever questions he might have. Liz yawned loudly, and smiled again. She was exhausted, worn out and sore to the core and it all felt so wonderful she wanted to shout. Instead she climbed back into
bed, the bed that now smelled faintly of Darius's cologne, wrapped her arms around the pillow where he'd rested his head, took a deep breath and fell right back into a deep sleep.

 

Darius arrived back at his bungalow a little before four. He tried to lie down and go to sleep, but he was still too wired. He hadn't wanted to leave Liz's bed, but when he awoke a short while ago and realized Dee and Marc were sleeping in the other rooms he knew he had to. The last thing he wanted now was for Liz to be embarrassed in front of her family if they found him in her bed in the morning.

Things were going too good to ruin them now. He crossed to the bar in the corner of his suite and poured himself a short brandy and then walked over to the window that faced the harbor. That was the best sex he'd had in years. He took a sip of the brandy. But then again, it had always been good with Liz. Whatever went wrong between them all those years ago, it hadn't been the sex.

But even better than the sex was the sense that somehow, miracle of miracles, after all the years, after all the pain and confusion of their past, somehow she still felt like his. From the moment he'd held her in his arms all those years ago, so careful and nervous knowing it was her first time and terrified he would hurt her, to the intense, wild lovemaking of tonight, every time he touched her he had the sense that he was the only one.

But that was a lie, and they both knew it. He took another sip of the brandy. It didn't matter, he thought. He was determined to put the pain of the past behind them and start over. They had a son, and that bond was stronger than any she could've ever had with Darren.

With a final sip he finished off the brandy and put the glass on a nearby table. Even now, he wanted nothing more than to go back to her and pick up where they had left off, but they had to be discreet, at least until his son knew the truth.

He turned and headed for his bedroom, thinking of the future and all the things it held for him and Liz. He was already working out the details for her move to New Zealand. He needed to check the local schools and find out about transferring Marc's records here, and the requirements for teachers in case there was some certification Liz needed to teach. Then again, she could always work at the hotel with him. Either way, there was a lot to do, plans to be made and he would get started on them bright and early in the morning.