Message From Viola Mari (9 page)

His eyes widened and locked unblinking with mine the moment he lowered me to the ground and parted my thighs. I heard the sound of crashing waves, the sound of his heartbeat and felt the walls around me crash down when he pressed himself inside of me gently, inch by inch, until he buried the entire length of his enormous shaft inside of me. Every sinful plunge ignited my desire to enhance the penetration and I grabbed his hips, ground my heels into his back and pulled him into me deeper and deeper, tightening my vagina around him until we both erupted in a shuddering orgasm.

I lay beside him, soothed by the rhythmic tumble of waves. Justin’s chest still heaved with exertion and I, too, breathed heavily. My reprimanding brain broke into my delicious, satiated haze.
So you say Chloe’s nothing more than a boy-toy…but you’re the one who just let your teacher have his way with you without an ounce of resistance. He probably thinks you’ll sleep with anyone.
It had all happened so fast. Turning my body over to him, enjoying the most primal pleasure a man and woman could experience, had felt so natural, so meant to be. I ached for him to understand my body wasn’t available to anyone, it was only for him. But I’d never been good at expressing emotions. Afraid of the vulnerability I felt, I tried to think of something casual to say.

“Are you starting to notice sand grains in places you never wanted to imagine them?” Justin raised his head and brushed some sand off of my nose.

I looked at his face. His green eyes twinkled playfully. They didn’t seem to say
that was a great roll in the sand and now it’s over.
As every muscle in my body twitched with excitement, I burst out laughing—I felt so free. “You have no idea.” I felt like a caterpillar in a sand cocoon. I sat up and attempted to brush off some of the sand. “I’m going to dive in the water before I put my suit back on.”

“I’d rather you swam in the buff.” He snatched my swimsuit and held it behind his back as he stood.

“Hey, give me that!” I tried to yank the suit from his grasp.

“What’s in it for me?” His green eyes danced flirtatiously, making me want to make love to him all over again.

“What do you want to be in for?” I slid my tongue slowly over my upper lip to distract him. Watching him stand in front of me, his rippling muscles coated in sugary sand, I thought he looked like my kind of dessert.

“Yes, that’s what I want.” His hungry eyes hovered over every contour of my nakedness, which made my nipples harden and my pussy ache for him to fill me again. “To devour every inch of you all over again, but not here. If we do it on the sand again, I won’t have any skin left.”

“Well then, you’d better give me back that bathing suit.” I extended my hand.

He tossed the suit to me and I snatched it from the air. “But I want it off the minute we get back to the house.”

“If you’re nice, I’ll take it off on the car trip back.” It felt easy to joke with him, to be playful. Maybe relationships could be fun after all.

His penis made a steady ascent. “Oh God, stop turning me on. Let’s get out of here before I change my mind about that sand peel.”

We stepped into the water, rinsing the sand off before slipping on our swimsuits. We drifted slowly from the cave, waiting for a break between the series of larger waves. Exhausted from our swim back to the Cove and our earlier exertions, we staggered from the water. Justin reached for my towel and wrapped it around my shoulders. The sub-seventy degree water and late afternoon breeze left me shivering. After retrieving his towel, Justin came up behind me and rubbed my shoulders to warm me. “How about a nice hot shower at my place?”

“Hmm…” I turned to face him. “Should we be expecting anyone?”

“Never again.” He placed his hands on my towel-covered shoulders and gazing into my eyes. “It’s going to be just you and me tonight. All night.”

My legs threatened to buckle. My heart skipped and jumped at the thought of making love to him over and over again.

“You don’t have a problem with that, do you?” He arched an eyebrow and consumed me with a fiery green gaze.

The aching desire I felt for him set my skin on fire. Not only did I not have a problem with it, I absolutely had to have it. And the sooner the better. “No, no problem at all.”

“Well, why don’t you slip on your sweats so we can be on our way?” He kissed me gently on one cheek before he stepped back to pull a sweatshirt over his head.

After we finished dressing, we walked up the beach to the stairs. “So wouldn’t you like to know what’s in my refrigerator?”

“Your refrigerator?” I asked, a little baffled.

“I have whipping cream and chocolate sauce.” His full lips curled up in a seductive smile. I whipped my towel at him and he ran up the stairs to escape. “You have a one-track mind,” I shouted. A few heads turned our way, but I was having too much fun to care.

He reached the top of the stairs and leaned over, perching his hands on his thighs. “Only around you,” he huffed.

I snapped my towel at him.

He covered his head to ward off towel blows. “Ouch!” he said when the damp towel struck his thigh. He grabbed an end of the towel and started pulling it from my grasp.

All at once, a woman screamed, “My son, my son.” Our heads whirled around. A lifeguard dashed down to the beach to speak to the woman and the teenage girl standing beside her, who held a surfboard in her hand and pointed out over the water. Curious, we walked to an overlook where we could hear the conversation.

“He swam with me from the Beach and Tennis Club,” said the young girl, who must have been the missing boy’s sister. “I was just a couple of feet away from him the whole time. We were near shore when he said he saw a green light and he dove toward the bottom. But he never came back up.”

The lifeguard recruited an additional rescuer to kayak with the boy’s sister out to the place she’d last seen him. Dozens of people gathered to watch. The mother stood rigidly on the beach, her fingers pressed tightly to her face, her body shuddering. The poor woman, I thought. I hoped the day of blue sky and fresh sea breezes wouldn’t end in tragedy. When the kayak returned, the stoic expressions on the faces of the lifeguards and the boy’s sister said it all. The boy hadn’t been found. The girl rushed into her mother’s arms and they sobbed. A boy’s life had ended on what had almost turned out to be a perfect Saturday. I heard the lifeguard on his radio, calling for a search party. From then on, they would be searching for a body, not a boy.

My shoulders slouched as I imagined how the boy’s mother must be hurting. “How awful.” For an instant, I imagined playing in the sand with our child, a son with streaming blond curls like Justin, and then I pushed the inappropriate thought from my mind.

“Isn’t it?” said Justin. “It’s too awful to imagine, someone losing a child.”

“It really is—that poor woman. It seems so strange. I wonder what happened to that boy.”

“He must have swallowed a lung full of water.”

 “Yes, but it’s odd that he told his sister he’d seen a green light. If he could swim that long distance from the Beach Club to here, certainly he could free dive forty or fifty feet to the bottom without a mishap.” My wet swimsuit had soaked through my sweats. I shivered until my teeth chattered.

“Let’s get you out of here.” Justin rubbed my arms with his hands. “You’re cold and upset.”

He put an arm around me and we walked back to his car. As our hips bounced together on more than one occasion, I thought
he’s more than a lover. He’s someone who understands.

We barely spoke on the trip back to his house. My thoughts were tugged back to the mourning mother and her lost son. I prayed a miracle would happen and that he would somehow turn up. Kids thought they were invincible.
Heck, today, I felt invincible. More like a girl than a woman.

Justin looked over at me, his eyes showing concern. “I hate to see you looking so upset. Maybe he swam off in a different direction—they still might find him.”

The calm and even tone of is voice warmed my flesh from the inside out. “I sure hope so.”

Once inside his house, Justin grasped my hand and pulled me at a run-walk pace up the stairs, through the master bedroom and into the bathroom. He stepped down into the sunken shower and turned on the water, placing his hand under it to test the temperature. Once he was satisfied, he stepped back up beside me. “You’re not planning to get in like that, are you?”

“No, of course not.” I tugged on the zipper of my sweat jacket.

“Here, let me help.” He finished unzipping my jacket and peeled it back over my shoulders before pulling my swimsuit and sweat pants down to my ankles. As he crouched down to finish the clothing removing task, he gazed up at me. “You have a beautiful body.” Devilish desire coursed through my body as his green eyes flashed a primal, I-want-you-now gold.

He yanked off his clothes, tossing them in every direction, then pulled me into the shower of warm water. “I want you to sit.” He urged me down on a tiled bench in the shower and crouched in front of me. He kissed my lips and urged my lips open with his tongue. After making delicious circles inside my mouth, his tongue moved on to taste my ears and my neck. Steam rose from the rough tile floors and the hot water and the tantalizing stimulation of Justin’s tongue made me lightheaded.

“Without all that sand, I can take my time with you.” He paused briefly to look up at me before his tongue went back to work. He took one of my nipples into his mouth and gently sucked until my head fell back in a moan. He did the same favor for the other nipple before his lips trickled down to my abdomen and down between my thighs.

Justin set one of my feet up on a shelf in the shower, separating my legs to gain better access to my slit. His tongue worked amazing magic there. As he circled my labia and zeroed in on my clitoris, I soared higher and higher in ecstasy until I lost all control. Stars exploded all around me as I thrashed and moaned in climax. But still I wasn’t satisfied. This man made me insatiable.

I stood and pulled his hips up toward mine, my fingertips engrossed by the muscled dents on the outside of his thighs. Once we faced each other I placed my hands on the back of his firm buttocks, before releasing them and grinding him against a corner.

“It’s my turn to be in control.” I looked down at his penis, which stood so tall and ready for me, a wanting ache pulsed between my thighs. I couldn’t wait any longer to take him. I opened my legs and wrapped them around him, pressing his erect member into my vagina and moving with him until I squealed in delight.

“Oh, yeah,” he moaned, pulling me closer. “God, you’re amazing.” His chest mashed against mine as we undulated together, our sweat, the shower water and our body fluids mingling as we mashed into each other faster and faster until we exploded in climax simultaneously.

Chapter Nine

We sat across from each other on Justin’s patio wearing bathrobes, looking out over the ocean. He’d set out a pot of tea and a plate of fruit and pastries. He poured me a cup of tea and passed me the sugar. He looked sexier than ever with his long blond hair tangled, his eyelids still swollen from sleep.

“Does this belong to Chloe?” I fidgeted with the tie on the white terry cloth robe he
happened to have in the closet
. I had to admit it was extremely comfortable. I liked the way the soft fabric massaged my skin.

“It most certainly does not.” He swallowed a bite of bread and frowned.

I already missed the intimate gaze we’d shared until I’d shattered it with my suspicious question. It seemed to be me always wreaking havoc on the relationship, not him. But still, I couldn’t stop myself. “So whose is it?” I leaned toward him and nudged his shoulder.

“Do you always ask so many questions?” Looking down, he rested his chin on his hand.

“You have no idea.”

“I think I do. Actually, I bought it when you went to Prague. For you. I wanted to believe you would give me another chance.” He sipped his tea, looking out over the ocean before looking back at me.

“It’s good to know men find shopping good therapy, too.” I laughed, which brought an easy smile back to his face. I picked up a crescent roll and put it on my plate.

“The shopping trip didn’t help much. I missed you more than I care to admit. I heard laughter and it would remind me of your laugh and I would see a woman with a physique almost as sexy as yours and wish she was you. Looking at your empty seat in class was the worst.”

“Really? I would have thought it would have been a relief to teach an entire class without conflict.” I spread some butter on my roll and took a bite.

“I’ll admit my reaction surprised me. I anticipated enjoying the break, but instead felt like someone had kicked me in the stomach.” He paused and poured more tea in his cup. “It would be nice if we could get through one class without conflict. What if someone complains? I’d really like to stay employed.”

I crossed my legs. “I didn’t mean to cause problems for you. I’m so used to being a head driven person and since I met you, my emotions have taken over. Words just leap out of my mouth before I can stop them.”

 “Don’t you think this happens because you fight so hard not to feel?”

“I don’t know.” I sighed.
But I do feel—more than I could ever possibly articulate.
My chest felt like it was about to burst, so much happy energy was zinging around inside of me. Expressing my feelings for him had felt easy when we made love.
Why should I spoil it all with a lousy speech?

He crossed his legs, adopting a posture that mirrored mine. “Just let what you feel for me free. Your feelings are only natural.” He stabbed a fat strawberry with his fork and slid it into his mouth. His lips looked so sexy, wet and red with strawberry juice.

“Natural. Hmm…It’s going to take me awhile to get there, but I’ll try.” I picked up the bowl of fruit and scooped a few pieces onto my plate before setting it back down.

“Do you have any plans for the weekend?”

“Why do you ask?”

“Because I was hoping I could hold you hostage the rest of the weekend.” He raised and lowered his eyebrows at me seductively and his green-eyed gaze wandered over the expanse of my robe.