Chapter 73

Dinner was about as casual as one could ever imagine.   As they walked through the small beach town, more than one local had insisted Lulu’s was the best place around for fresh seafood and a laid back Caribbean vibe.  

Lulu’s was little more than a beach bar, really, but the oceanfront setting was beautiful and the barkeep was friendly, recommending a fresh fish and mango dish that he prepared tableside.  Well… tableside would be a bit of an exaggeration.  The whole place was really nothing more than an enclosed bar with a few elements for cooking in the center. 

In addition to the fish, he insisted they sample the just-caught conch, explaining that the ‘pistol’ of the conch was considered an aphrodisiac.  As his final selling point, he assured them that “Island Viagra” was equally effective on men and women.

Jon realized that his shudder may have been overly exaggerated, but the thought of Rachel being more sexually charged than she’d been since they’d arrived on the island was daunting.  “GAWD, don’t let her have any of that – she’s gonna be the death of me as it is!”

“When in Rome, Hon….  Let’s try it!” Rachel declared adventurously.

She seemed to be feeling particularly free this evening.  He could have blamed it on the rum, but more than likely, her mood was the result of their earlier romp in the shower and breaking down another of her walls.   There was a depth of emotional trauma to his girl that Jon knew he’d never fully understand or be able to relate to.  How could he?  She had endured torment of Biblical proportions.  But tonight, Rachel was having fun and he couldn’t deter her mission - if she was in the Caribbean and the sex organ of a sea creature had Viagra-like powers, she wanted in on that action. 

Jon could do little more than shrug his shoulders as the organ was pulled from inside the conch shell and handed to Rachel.  The bartender told her to swallow the long rubbery thing whole, but Rachel made the mistake of wanting to chew it.   “It’s salty,” she announced and then declared she needed rum to wash it down, raising her nearly empty glass to the bartender. 

Amused at his girl’s scrunched up face, Jon couldn’t resist weighing in.  “You should be used to salty things by now.” 

“Let’s see how you like it, Rock Star,” she challenged when the bottom of her glass hit the bar.  “I’m sure you’ve sampled far worse creatures on your many travels.  Most of them probably invited themselves into your dressing room.  ”

He took the next pistol the barkeep offered.  Remarking that it looked like something he’d wiped off his kid’s noses, he then dropped it down his throat and swallowed with a grin.   

“S’true.  I’ve snuggled up with worse things, indeed.” 

  

The breeze, the sand, and the Island music were the perfect complement to their relaxed state and Rachel was on a never-before-seen high.  She took him by the hand, tugging him off his barstool, with the mellow insistence that they dance in the moonlight.

Everybody knew Jon wasn’t known for his dance moves, but he wouldn’t have told her no for anything in the world. 

Flips flops were kicked off as they stepped away from the light of the bar into the shadows of the moon.    Rachel’s body swayed against his, her hands slithering up his chest and around his neck.  He rolled his head into the fingers that found themselves stroking the soft hair at his collar.  Jon’s arms wound around her waist and fell lower, finally landing with his hands somewhere between the small of her back and her butt. 

“I’m soooo glad I didn’t just buy you a sweater for Christmas.   Being able to relax, just the two of us… it made me realize I’m completely, totally in love with you, Jon.”

“You had to come to the Caribbean for that, huh?”

“I think it’s the rum,” she declared without hesitation.  “And the conch pecker I just swallowed.  Whatever… It makes me want to maul you right here on the sand.”

His girl was getting frisky in her tipsy state and it was entertaining as hell to watch.    She wasn’t drunk, per se, so there was no risk of her stumbling around or embarrassing either of them.   Rachel just wasn’t feeling any pain and she was living totally in the moment. 

“If you maul me again today, MY pecker is gonna fall off.”

Her face puckered into a petulant frown.  “I was about to tell you any doubts I had about us were long gone.  But now I’m wondering if you’re gonna be able to keep me sexually satisfied in the long run.”

Jon stepped closer into her, growling in her ear, “You’re talkin’ to the guy that got you off fourteen times last night – without the aid of any battery operated toys.  I don’t think you have anything to worry about in that department, Rach.”

“Old news.   I wanna know what you have in store for me tonight.”

The quick slap to her bottom was intended to be all in fun, but Jon had underestimated how thin the cotton of her sundress was.  The sound of the slap carried through the air and Rachel’s “ouch” had to be offset by a soothing rub to her butt and a heated kiss to her mouth. 

“By the time I’m finished with you tonight, I’ll remove all doubt about your sexual satisfaction, young lady.” 

She actually shivered.

“Oh!!!   Great…  I guess I really can trust you with the rest of my life, then.”

“Is that what you want, Rach?  The rest of your life with me?”  He thought he could actually feel the heat between her legs blow between his when he asked the question.

“It is.”  Her head bobbed solemnly up and down.  “No more fears – I’m moving on.”

The intimate way she was rubbing up against him would be illegal in some parts of the world.  Fortunately, the only light was from the moon and they really couldn’t be seen from the bar.  That worked in Jon’s favor considering the healthy bulge forming beneath his well-worn shorts. 

“No looking back, huh?”

“No.    I lived and loved well in my past life but all that’s left of that life are memories.  Sweet memories, but I want my future to be spent building a life for us.  Being afraid of getting my heart broken only keeps me with one foot in the past and one foot out the door.”  The pale moonbeams bounced off of her wide smile.  “You have all of me, if you want me.”

“Halle-fucking-lujah!”

Rachel pulled him flush to her and her cackled laughter filled his ears before her leg filled the gap between his  thighs.  “I cannot believe I just bared my horny little soul to you and that’s all I get in return??”

“I love your horny little soul, and all your other horny little parts.”

She nipped at the underside of his jaw with her teeth and grabbed a handful of hair, hissing in the process.  “What about your horny little parts?”

“Yeah!  What about my horny little parts?  It seems to me this was supposed to be my Christmas gift and all I’ve done is service your demanding sexual needs.”

“Fine.  Tonight it’s all about you.  No part of your incredibly fine, sexy body will be left untouched, unkissed, unlicked.”

“You forgot unsucked.  I want sucking, too.”

“Oh.  I always consider the sucking part of my pleasure, so I didn’t think to include it.”  Rachel teasingly tugged at his bottom lip with her teeth and Jon felt his groin tighten further.  “Of course, baby…. Anything you want sucked – I’m on it.” 

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The door to their rented vacation oasis had barely closed before Jon spun her up against it with his hand bunching the hem of her sundress up around her thighs.   “I believe you had something to suck, didn’t you?”

Rachel grinned up into his determined eyes.  “Aren’t you the same guy who was bitching about me wanting to ravage you every hour on the clock?”

His hands released her dress as though it was hot lava and Jon stepped back to put his hand over his mouth, covering a wide yawn.  Ambling toward the bedroom, arms extended above his head in a stretch and he didn’t even look over his shoulder when he answered. 

“Yeah, you’re right.  A good night’s sleep will do this old man good.”

Rachel stood with her back still against the door, stunned amusement rendering her mute.    

What... a... dick! 

She couldn’t help but chuckle and shake her head at the classic display of Jon arrogance.  He knew she’d follow – and she would – just as soon as she came up with a plan to torment his fine little ass.

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It wasn’t more than a few minutes before she entered the bedroom to find him sprawled out in the bed, arms behind his head, pretending to be asleep.  He was so still Rachel might have thought he actually was asleep were it not for the twitchy grin he was struggling to contain. 

Feigned disinterest?  That’s fine.  He can enjoy his own company for a little while. 

While she left him hanging, it wasn’t for too awfully long.  It took less her than ten minutes to get a quick shower, brush her teeth and finish in the bathroom.  Grabbing the bottle of her favorite lotion, she grinned wickedly to herself. 

She knew Jon always watched when she went through her nightly ritual of moisturizing, so tonight she would make a real show of it. 

The ocean breeze blew through the room, making the gauzy draperies sway in an almost ghost-like way as she sauntered in from the bathroom, lotion in hand.  The cool air on her damp, naked body had her nipples instantly pebbling as she propped one foot on the edge of the bed to begin applying her lotion. 

After several long, gliding strokes up and down her thigh, Jon couldn’t stand the silence another moment and finally opened his eyes.  The grin that had been threatening to break through was wiped right off his smug little face at the sight of her. 

Locking those gorgeous blue eyes of his up in an intense stare, Rachel continued to slahter the creamy concoction seductively over her skin, until her leg was as smooth and soft as a baby’s bottom.  Then she filled her hand with more lotion and moved on to the other leg, never saying a word and never wavering her gaze from his.  

Straightening, Rachel stood tall, jutting her breasts out and sweeping her hands and fingers firmly over them.  One final swipe used up the residual lotion and she was finished. 

Neither of them said a word, but they never broke eye contact.  The only movement from Jon was when Rachel crawled across the bed and straddled him.  She could see his Adam’s apple bobbing with a hard swallow.  If he weren’t beneath the sheet she was sure he’d have entered her the minute she got close but, for the moment, the barrier remained between them. 

Jon removed his arms from behind his head and reached for her waist, but she took his hands in hers and pinned them to the mattress at his sides.  Rocking against him, Rachel leaned down to kiss his neck, her breasts tickling his chest as she did. 

She moved lower, but only slightly, her tongue tracing a long, wet, torturous path to his nipple, which she greeted with a kiss when her lips arrived there.   He lifted his hips into hers, silently urging her to focus her attention elsewhere. 

  

Ignoring his none-too-subtle suggestion, Rachel’s kisses continued to be spread randomly across his chest and shoulders.  His impatience had him squirming the entire time, finally managing to wiggle out from under the sheet.  It left them flesh to flesh and removed any doubt about exactly how effective the sex organ of a conch really was on the male libido.  

“Ungh.   C’mon, baby… lemme inside you.”

Rachel slid her hands down his chest as she scooted lower on his body, assured by his flag-pole stiff cock that the forced anticipation of what was to come next obviously delighted him. 

“I thought you wanted to sleep.”

Her eyes focused on the tiny freckle that had always fascinated her – it was one of the few areas on him that was never visible even in pictures.  That little freckle always reminded her she had access to a part of him nobody else had, making the tiny pigmentation oddly erotic.  She licked it with the flat of her tongue, then used the tip to circle it invisibly marking it as hers and hers alone. 

Just below that little freckle, her tongue sought out the crease of his leg.  She flickered the tip of her tongue up and down it, like butterfly wings, pausing for only one tiny nip in her meanderings.

His hips lifted again as his fingers found her scalp and squeezed, which only amused Rachel all the more.  He wanted kissing, licking and sucking – but not there. 

“Changed my mind,” he breathed on a low groan.

When she moved her mouth lower on his thigh, bypassing the area most in need of attention – at least from his perspective – Jon finally caught on to the game.

“Now you’re just being a little cock tease,” he snorted.

A sharp nip to the inside of his calf had him jerking it away from her mouth, and had her grinning like the Cheshire Cat.

Without warning, she slithered back up his legs and took his entire rock-hard length in her mouth with a swirl of her tongue.   Jon’s groan, coupled with the flavor him in her mouth, was enough to rid her of her grin.  It was replaced with an unrelenting, rabid desire for this man again.   

The hiss he spit out with each bob of her head and caress of her fist affirmed that he was on the same page.  If desire was a language, the two of them together had learned it with an impeccable fluency.

“C’mon, Rach… I need you.” 

A final swirl of her tongue around his tip and she released his swollen rigidness with a wet ‘pop’, snickering at his torment.  “Nah…  You don’t need me.  You just want me to finish you off.”

In one smooth movement, Jon shimmied down the mattress until his chest was directly beneath hers and wrapped his arms around her torso, flipping her on her back.  He now hovered above her like a hulking predatory beast, intent upon having the meal set before him.    

She wasn’t sure which stole the air from her lungs – the abruptness of the flip or the sizzling intensity in his gaze as he slipped slowly inside her.

“No,” he contradicted in a quiet, somber voice as he settled inside her.  “I need you, Rachel.  The exact same way you need me.”

Jesus.

The impact of those words decimated her.  Yes, she’d told him that she would be nothing without him and he had gone along with her, nodding his head without really saying anything, but this...  It was the first time he’d ever initiated that kind of emotion.

He watched her as he filled her again and again.  She watched him as he filled not only her body again and again, but her heart.

It was like looking into a crystal ball, seeing their forever.  She knew, beyond the shadow of a doubt, that nothing would ever change the way they felt about each other.  

Nothing.