Paradise Found (BBW Erotic Forbidden Affairs) (3 page)

They walked through an umbrella of willowing palm trees to their bungalow. A bamboo fence separated their slice of extravagance from the rest of the resort. They had their own continuous-flow pool for their personal use, and a shower that connected to the bungalow proper. The inside was even more magnificent. Marble floors and a sleek white king-sized bed engulfed in mosquito netting, a gourmet kitchen, and a luxurious spa bath. The best part: sliding glass doors that opened to a cozy cabaña and their own private stretch of beach. She had only been on the island for thirty minutes, but Karen was certain she never wanted to leave.

“If you need anything,” Pierre said, “you know where to find me.” He quietly exited, leaving Bruno and Karen alone and unencumbered for the first time since their departure.

A new sensation grew inside her. Nerves. She was nervous like a teenager. It was far from her first time alone with a man, but Bruno somehow made her feel fresh from the spoils of others who came before him. He held her in his gaze and she felt excitement rip through her.

“Are you ready for me, Karen?” he said.

She loved the way her name rolled off his lips, dark and accented. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her. She returned his embrace by encircling his neck. His hands slowly slid down to her buttocks, where he squeezed the flesh tightly. She moaned softly, encouraging him.

“Feel me,” she said and gently guided his hand between her legs. “Can you tell that I’ve been ready for a long time?”

Bruno slid his hand under the soft fabric and caressed her folds. His touch sent shock waves through her body. He cupped her mound, rolling the flesh with his fingers until he found her most sensitive spot. He massaged it and she began to feel herself crumble in his arms.

Wrapping her legs around him, he lifted her off the floor and carried her to the bed. Finally, this was happening. Finally, she would feel him inside her. Bruno stood at the edge of the bed and lifted his shirt over his head, exposing his muscled chest and six pack abs. She loved that he was a hairy beast under his clothes. Man, all man, she thought to herself. He ran his hands down her thighs and with a sly smile, flipped her skirt up, high enough that it covered her face. Karen howled with laughter.

His playfulness lasted but a minute. Karen hissed as he eased off her panties. She felt the bed shift and hot breath course over her legs. He was near. He kissed her stomach, then hips, and then the soft flesh above her folds. With his face, he gently parted her legs. She welcomed him and braced for when his tease would meet its end.

“Do you know what I like about you?” he asked, his hot breath on her most sensitive spot.

“I don’t care, Bruno,” she said with choked gasps. “Just taste me.”

Bruno laughed. He swiped the skirt away from her face. “I like you because I can see the passion coursing through your veins. Now, watch me. Watch me taste you.”

“You are a dirty bugger, aren’t you?” She sat up on her elbows and watched as Bruno spread her legs wide and lifted them into the air.

“Very,” he said, and enveloped her pussy with an open-mouth kiss.

Her inner thigh muscles jumped as he ran his pointed tongue over her clit, once, then again, teasing her as he liked to do. She watched as his tongue swirled over her dripping snatch. She watched until she writhed.

With a throaty moan, she shattered. She felt her own juice on his face as he kissed her thighs and plunged two, three fingers into her. Pumping faster, he massaged her clit with his tongue, and extended her orgasm to a near maddening height.

“Don’t stop,” she cried. “I’m coming.” She gritted her teeth. “I’m coming so hard.”

He let her recover, and she was thankful. The quake of her pleasure rippled through her with an intensity she never felt possible. He kissed her thighs, her hips, her stomach, climbing up her flesh until his mouth found a supple nipple. He flicked the hard pink flesh with his tongue until she could stand it no more.

“I want you inside me,” she said breathlessly.

“I thought you’d never ask.” Bruno scooped her up into his arms and rolled to his back. “Fuck me, Karen,” he whispered.

She wrapped her hand around his fat cock and slid him inside. She rode his cock, rising and falling as he pushed himself into her. The rhythm was intense, like a mounting piston, but she kept the pace. She was in control. He reached to tug at her clit. It was too much to bear. With each pounding thrust, she came closer and closer to her breaking point. Bruno let out a deep groan, telling her that he was nearing his perfect spot as well.

Her breath was ragged and worn, and perspiration covered her body like a thin film. Faster and faster she rode him, her breasts timing with her quick rhythm. Bruno reached up and cupped them steady, rolling the hard pink nipples between his fingers. And that did her in. She hammered her pace. “I’m coming,” she screamed, and dug her nails into his flesh. “My god, I’m coming again.” She quaked over him, arching her back, welcoming the release. He continued his assault from underneath, thrusting until he swiftly withdrew and stroked his pleasure out with his hand.

Exhausted, they crumbled together in a heap of satisfaction, their chests heaving in long steadying breaths. Karen did not know how long they lay there intertwined in one another. Content with just lying there, feeling each other’s bodies and listening to the gentle sway of the sea, she watched Bruno drift off to sleep, with herself following quickly behind.

Three

Karen woke to birdsong and the gentle purr of low tide. Alone and tangled in the soft white sheets, her eyes focused to find Bruno hovering over the edge of the bed–holding a pot of coffee.

“Good morning,” he said, naked and grinning. “Would you like some coffee?”

Karen stretched her arms above her head and breathed in the fresh sea air.

“Please.” She watched him pour coffee into a porcelain mug as steam rose around it. It smelled gourmet and delicious. She sat up, gathering the entangled sheets around her.

“Thank you,” she said, reaching for his outstretched hand. As she took the coffee, their fingers touched. Bruno stroked hers before letting go, his eyes filled with tenderness and desire.

She brought the cup to her mouth and breathed in its rich aroma. “How long have you been awake?”

“Hours,” he said. “You sleep like dead people.”

Karen giggled and shook her head.

“What?” he said.

“It’s sleep like the dead.”

“Same thing.”

She took another sip, her mind following her body in waking. “Why are you naked?”

“Is there something wrong with how I’m dressed?” He turned to the side, slowly showcasing his body, and she laughed at his silliness. “This is how Portuguese men spend their mornings.”

“Naked?”

“Yes. Every morning. Every single one of us.” He sat down on the bed. “You should try it.” He took the mug from her hands, and unraveled her from the sheets.

“Should I?”

“Yes, you should,” Bruno said, nodding his head.

She watched his lips; they were mere inches from hers. He leaned in and kissed her softly. He tasted like coffee and more mornings like this. His strong hands cupped her face, and her body went weak under his touch.

Reality broke in with the sound of her buzzing phone. Jack.

“I need to get this,” she said.

Bruno’s face changed to something she didn’t like. “Sure. I should probably check in too.”

She swiped her phone from the nightstand and walked into the bathroom, dragging the sheet behind her.

“Hello?” she said softly into the phone.

“How’s it going there?” Jack’s voice sounded controlled and deceptive, like lava creeping down her skin and searing every inch of her flesh.

“Fine. How are the kids?” She could hear Ava and Max in the background, arguing. “Can I talk to them?”

“Sure.” Jack held the phone away from his ear. “Who wants to talk to Mommy?”

“I do,” She heard Ava say. “No, I do,” Max shouted.

“Stop fighting,” Jack warned. “Ava, you first, honey.”

“Hi, Mommy.” Ava said into the phone. “Are you having a good time?”

Karen’s breath caught. Was she having a good time? The thought of lying to her daughter chilled her bones. “Yes, honey,” she croaked. “Let me speak to Max, OK?”

“Ok, Mommy.”

Karen heard Max grumble in the distance. “I don’t to want talk now,” he said.

“Talk to your Mother,” Jack demanded.

“Fine, Dad.” She could hear Max’s feet slap the marble floor as he walked to the phone. “Hi, Mom.”

“Hi, Buddy. Everything OK?”

“Yeah, Mom.”

“Ok, Sweetie. I Love you.”

“Love you too.”

Max handed the phone back to Jack. She wished he hadn’t. She didn’t want to hear the apathy in his voice. “Everything’s fine. I’ll be home Sunday,” she offered because he didn’t ask when she left. “Tookta is off this afternoon so—“.

“I already told her to go home,” Jack said cutting her off. “I want to spend time with the kids, remember?”

Her muscles tensed hearing how eager Jack was to stay home when she wasn’t there. “I remember,” she said a little too low, hoping that her shaking voice didn’t betray her.

“Tell him I said hi,” was the last thing she heard before ending the call.

“No,” she said into the dead phone.

Karen emerged from the bathroom to find Bruno dressed in shorts and a tee shirt. His face looked strained. She wanted to ask him what Marianna had said, but left it. Without words, the air between them filled.

She approached the bed, to where he was sitting. “Am I your first?” she asked him.

Bruno nodded. “I’ve never done this before. Marianna and I, we—” he started but stopped and Karen was relieved. She didn’t want to talk about his wife, or her husband. She just wanted to be with him until she wasn’t.

He looked up at her, his eyes wide and trusting, yet suddenly youthful. “Am I yours?”

She shook her head.

“How many?” he asked. “Never mind, I don’t want to know.” He got up from the bed and walked to the sink. He filled a glass with cool water and drank it down. He wouldn’t look at her.

Embarrassment washed over her, as if she was back in high school all over again, fighting for her reputation. “Just one other, Bruno,” she said. “Not that it’s any of your business.”

She padded to her suitcase and opened it with a bit too much force. She didn’t need this shit.  She already had a husband to make her feel bad. She didn’t need a lover on that train to nowhere as well.

“That’s not what I meant,” Bruno said.

“It sounded like it.” She rummaged through her clothes, unsure if she was taking things out, or putting it back in.

She felt him close then. She turned and found him next to her, his face twisted with hurt and concern.

“Please, Karen.”

She sighed and softened. Bruno wasn’t Jack. He wasn’t going to poison her heart by picking away at her, bit by bit. “Was that our first fight?”

He smiled. “I think so. Come, let’s go to the beach.”

She dangled the strings of her black bikini around her fingers. “Lead the way.”

Four

With the sun high in the early afternoon sky, Karen and Bruno lounged in the cabaña and listened to the calm of the island.

Waves rocked toward the shore. In the distance, a lone fishing boat cast nets into the waiting sea. Seagulls squawked overhead. As they gazed out into the island’s crystal blue lagoon, a light breeze passed over them, tussling Karen’s hair around her face. Bruno reached out to tuck the strands behind her ear. She loved it here; right here, right now, feeling his arms wrapped around her, hugging her close. She loved his tenderness. She loved the way he kissed her, tasted her, fucked her. She didn’t want any of it to stop.

Rising up on her elbows, she looked at his face. He was sleepy; his eyelids hung low and heavy.

“Why did you choose me?” she asked. The sudden desire to understand how she got here shocked her, but she wanted to know. She needed to know.

He smiled. “I told you – I could tell you were one hot passionate woman.”

She smacked him on the arm. “Come on. Why me when you had a whole playgroup full of women practically at your beck and call.”

“I only cared if I had one woman call when I beck’d–you.”

“That’s not a word.”

“Who says?” He grabbed her waist and tickled. “Are you the word boss, Yankee girl?”

She jerked her body away from him, trying to escape his torturing touches, but he was too quick and too strong.

“Stop,” she screamed, gulping air between fits of laughter.

He straddled her, softly kneading his fingers into her waist, neck, and armpits. He got her behind the knees, her most ticklish spot.

“Please, stop,” she gasped. Tears welled in her eyes. She laughed until she couldn’t breathe.

“What will you give me?” Bruno said playfully.

“Anything,” she screamed. “Anything you want.”

He halted his attack on her. “Anything?”

She felt his cock harden against her thigh. He leaned in and kissed her, and heat shot through her body. He cupped her breasts, rolling the flesh around in his hands. He gently slid the black fabric to exposed her tight nipples. He closed his mouth down upon one, flicking the flesh with his tongue. Karen moaned and reached for his crotch. He matched her moaning with his own, deep and guttural. In a frenzy of hands and grabs, she released him from his swim shorts.

“Move your bottoms out of the way,” he said coolly, his eyes burning holes through her.

She did as he asked, as he commanded, and loosened the strings to her bikini bottom so that he could easily slip inside. She felt his cock push against her opening. Her breath caught. “Fuck me,” she whispered. “Fuck me now.”

He grinned and swept in to plant a deep kiss on her mouth. He shifted his weight, and she spread her legs wide, beckoning him to take her. The anticipation clearly showing on his handsome face, he pushed inside her, but something distracted him. He lifted his head and listened to the beach.

“Did you hear that?” he said, his eyes wide.

“Hear what?” she asked. As the words left her lips she heard it too: voices, a lot of them, nearing their stretch of beach. Karen sat up and trained her eyes toward the jetty that separated them from the rest of the resort.