touch my heart (12 page)

She tilted her head upward, wanting to feel his lips on hers, taste the sweet power of his assault. He did not take long to oblige. His mouth covered hers, and immediately his tongue slipped between her lips, sending shivers of excitement down her spine and a molten heat through her body. She could feel the length and width of his penis against her stomach and she pressed herself further into him, wanting to feel his heat against her. His erection, long and hard, jerked against her and she giggled.

“What’s so funny?” he asked.

“This,” she replied, slipping her hand between the folds of his robe, under his boxers, and gripping him firmly, awed when it jerked in her hand.

This time she didn’t laugh, her focus on the satiny texture in her hand. She stroked him, watching as his eyes closed and his nostrils flared. A rough groan escaped his lips and his hand covered hers, halting her caress.

“If you continue to do that...” He hesitated.

She smiled, not worried about what could happen. She just wanted something to happen. She felt wanton and bold, feelings she’d never experienced with Andrew.

“So do we stay here or do we go to the bed?” she asked.

He stared at her for a moment as if he wasn’t sure who she was.

“While I don’t have a problem with variety, with my hand in the condition it is in, the bed might be a better option. I would’ve loved to lift you up and take you there.”

She could hear the disappointment in his voice, so she reached for his hand, willing him to follow her, titillated by the spark of fire from his touch. He complied, his own excitement evident by the painful arousal straining the confines of his boxers.

When they reached the bed, she turned to face him, needing the reassurance that they were doing the right thing. Desire flared in his eyes, and she slipped the nightgown off, allowing it to settle in a pool around her legs.

He followed suit, using his right hand to loosen the drawstring that kept his shorts up. Immediately they slithered to the ground. She helped him take his robe off, breathing in deeply as his penis rubbed against her.

She pressed herself against him, feeling the fullness of his erection and enjoying the fact that she’d aroused him.

“I want you to make love to me,” she whispered into his ears. She was sure she sounded brazen, but she didn’t care. All she wanted was to have him inside her.

“And
I
want you to make love to me,” he echoed. She nodded in agreement, but then realized what he was saying. She instructed him to sit and he complied.

She moved him onto the bed, and he eased flat on his back. His penis, loosened from its constraints, stood erect. Flames, potent and hot, flared in his eyes.

When he pointed at the dresser, she was not sure what he meant, but then it dawned on her. She shifted off him briefly, searched the first drawer and immediately found the package of condoms. She opened the package and took one out. She then rolled it skillfully onto his thick length, aware of the groan of pleasure that left his lips and the sudden shudder racking his body.

When she was done, she gripped him firmly, feeling the warmth beneath her hands.

She moved onto the bed, straddling him, his eyes still focused on her. She took his penis in her hand guiding him inside her as she lowered her body onto him.

She eased down slowly, adjusting to his size. Eventually, her body relaxed and he stroked upward, impaling her completely with his shaft. Sweet pleasure coursed through her body and the flames inside her increased with intensity.

She moved up and down on him, eager to do most of the work. She didn’t want him to be in pain. She felt strange, but there was a strange sense of power. She was in control.

When his length moved in and out of her, she felt immense pleasure. She contracted her muscles, feeling them grip him tighter, and listened to his loud cry of pleasure.

“I love this feeling inside you. You’re so warm and tight, I feel as if I can’t get enough of you.”

“You like it,” she moaned as she increased her pace, allowing him to move in and out of her, in and out, deeper, faster and firmer.

In response to his cries, she urged him on. “Deeper,” she cried.

He obliged her. He moved his body upward, their bodies coming together with a frenzy he wanted to revel in.

Then a tingling of awareness began, the warmth rushing into the core of her being. When the orgasm hit her, she screamed loudly.

His body shuddered, while under her, his movement became erratic as he stroked upward until she felt the full length touch that very special spot. Her body tensed and as the pleasure of release came again, her moistness clenched around his manhood, giving him a release so intense, he screamed out, as well.

She collapsed on him, her body vibrating with liquid heat as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through her body.

When her breathing slowed, she shifted from atop him.

“I didn’t hurt you, did I? I didn’t want to be rough.”

“I’m going to be fine.” He kissed her on her forehead, reassuring her further. “That was incredible!” he said, a wide grin on his face.

“It was,” she said. “It definitely was.”

“So can we do it again?” he teased, his voice brimming with desire.

“Definitely. I just need to take a shower.”

“So do I, but I’m not sure if I can move yet. I’m exhausted.”

“Is your leg or hand hurting?”

“My leg slightly, though you did most of the work.”

“I did, but you did make a worthwhile contribution.” She reached down to grab his manhood, surprised that it was already hard again.

“Come take a shower with me, and then we can get some rest,” she said.

“You sure that’s a good idea? I’m already getting hard just thinking of making love to you in the shower.”

“I’m sure you won’t be ready yet.”

“Want to bet on it?” he challenged.

Ten minutes later, her loud screams of release were enough to prove that she was wrong.

Chapter 11

T
he next week was filled with therapy and lovemaking, though thinking about ways he couldn’t hurt himself were becoming a bit of a challenge. But their lovemaking appeared to be the perfect medicine for his healing.

In just a few days she’d noticed an improvement in his hand and leg. Fingers that once refused to bend now made the slightest of movement. Along with that, he was moving easier and with less pain.

The first time he’d noticed the change, his eyes had opened wide in awe. He’d said nothing else, just made sure he’d worked harder the next day.

She’d continued to work him hard during their sessions and then again at night when their passions soared to the heavens and their screams of ecstasy filled the room.

What she liked most were the times after their lovemaking when he’d hold her close as if he was scared to let her go. But in the back of her mind, she was still worried. Where was all this going to lead? Was this relationship just to last the length of her time there? Were they just friends with benefits?

In the early hours of the morning, these were the thoughts that troubled her as she lay next to him while he slept.

“Let’s have one session on the beach today. This time, we’re going into the water.”

“Can’t we use the pool? I know I haven’t used it since I’ve been here, but it might be safer since you haven’t been in the water yet. I can get Desmond to fill it up.”

“That’s fine, but the ocean is better. The movement of the waves is what we need.”

He hesitated. “If you think that it’s better, then I’m all for it.”

His expression didn’t reflect his response, but she chose to ignore it. She needed to get him into the water. He’d be amazed at its therapeutic effect.

An hour later, they reached the bottom of the cobblestone steps.

Aaliyah immediately took her shoes off, enjoying the feel of the sand underneath her feet. The golden sand was hard and firm. Closer to the water’s edge, walking would be more difficult, but getting him to walk on the soft sand would help strengthen his leg.

Nugget barked, having arrived on the beach before they did. He’d raced ahead, his excitement eliciting laugher from both of them.

“Come,” he said. “There’s an area just a hundred meters down which is better for swimming.”

She nodded in acknowledgement and followed him, admiring his improving gait. He was really doing much better.

When they reached the spot he’d indicated, she placed the bag that contained a few pieces of equipment and two towels on the sand. She removed the towels and spread them on the ground, then slipped out of her jeans and tube top to reveal a white bikini.

Even though he’d seen her naked, he was amazed by his response to her. His gaze lingered on her breasts. They were just how he liked them. Just the perfect size to cup with his hand, and her nipples were so firm he was getting hard thinking about them.

“I’m going into the water,” he said.

“Not yet,” she shouted. “We’re going to walk on the sand for a bit to loosen the muscles, then into the water.”

“But we walked down the hill.”

“Yes, but that’s a different kind of exercise. We need to loosen your muscles in preparation for the swim. Your muscles are getting stronger, but there is a definite possibility of cramping if you don’t prepare yourself well.”

“No problem,” he responded. “You’re the therapist. I bow to your wish.” He lowered his head.

She laughed. “You’re in a jolly mood today,” she observed.

“Indeed I am,” he replied coyly.

She laughed. “I’ll get you for that later.”

“I look forward to whatever punishment you have planned. I didn’t know you were so kinky.”

She punched him in the chest and he fell to the ground.

She lowered herself to the ground. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

His arm snaked from his side and pulled her head downward. The kiss was raw and firm, stirring up memories of their lovemaking.

His lips suckled on her bottom lip, while his hand caressed the curvy lines along her spine.

In the distance there was laughter, and he lifted his head. A group of boys were walking by.

“Ignore us,” one boy shouted. “Ain’t no problem with having fun.”

“You just want to watch, you pervert,” another one replied.

The boys’ raucous laughter followed them down the beach, where they finally came to a stop, and leaped into the water with more fanfare than necessary.

“Since we have company, I promise I will continue my seduction later.”

“So that’s what it was? Seduction?”

“Now you’re insulting me, honey.” He feigned hurt. “I am sure if those boys had not passed by at that time, I would have been inside you, making you beg for release.”

She could not respond. The image in her mind only proved to be motivation.

“I think we need to start those warm-ups and then off into the water.”

He stood reluctantly, his mouth pouting.

She laughed.

“Let’s get this over with so I can have some fun.”

“Good. I was hoping we could start soon. I have something to finish at home.”

She had no doubt what he meant. Her face lit up with excitement.

She rose from where she sat next to him.

“Yes, let’s begin!”

* * *

Dominic strolled out of the water. He’d had enough. While he liked the water and had been an excellent swimmer, his arms were tired. Even still, he felt powerful and strong, almost invincible. He was healing. He could feel it in every fiber of his body, every sinew of muscle he had. For a long time the light at the end of the tunnel had seemed far away. In fact, there was a time when he’d felt that there was no light. But now he felt different. He stopped and lowered himself to the sand. He glanced to where Aaliyah still floated. Her body bobbed up and down, like the buoys that dotted the water.

Just beyond where she was, the group of boys amused themselves with dives and flips. He’d laughed at their exuberance. Their youthful vibrancy took him back to a time when he’d been one of the boys and his friends from the village would come to this exact spot on the weekends. Back then, this was the one place where he could be absolutely carefree. The other boys would bring food, and it was his responsibility to bring coconuts. He’d known the boys had given him the choice because they’d realized he never had money.

Adrian had been the one to have his back. He’d not thought of his childhood friend for ages. He’d been determined to place his past where it belonged...in the past, and Adrian was a reminder of that past.

Suddenly, a familiar scream jolted him from his thoughts.

He jumped up from the ground, buckling over in pain. He quickly straightened up, ignoring the throbbing at his side. He searched the sea frantically, trying to find Aaliyah, but he could not find the white of her swimsuit.

Instead, all he saw was a large wave heading toward the beach.

In the distance he heard the shouts of a boy. “She’s over there.”

His gaze followed the boy’s pointed hand, immediately seeing Aaliyah, her hands flaying in the air. He hobbled across the sand, the stab of pain racing along his leg, but he continued.

By the time he reached the water’s edge, three of the boys were holding Aaliyah and hauling her to shore.

Two of the boys raced over to where he stood.

“You okay, mister?”

“I’m okay,” he replied.

“We’re glad we were here. We’ve seen you around and know your legs don’t work too well.”

“Thanks, I’m glad you were here, too.”

“No problem, big man. Glad we could help.”

By this time, the other boys had helped Aaliyah to her feet.

“We’ll go with you to the house,” one of the boys said. Dominic glanced at him. The boy wore brown shorts and looked vaguely familiar. He wondered if the boy was related to someone in his village.

“No need to look at us like that. We ain’t going to rob you,” the boy said.

“No, that didn’t even cross my mind. I’d really appreciate the help.”

He turned to Aaliyah, who with the help of the boys, lowered herself on a shirt one of the boys had placed on the sand.