Chapter 5
My eyes slowly open, and I see her sleeping next to me. She really is beautiful. Even with her dark hair disheveled and her makeup smeared under her eyes, she's gorgeous and sexy.
I can't remember the last time I spent the entire night with a woman. It's just not what I normally do. My MO is to leave before any sleeping happens. Waking up next to someone has always felt like a step toward some kind of relationship, something I'm definitely not interested in at this point in my life.
Scrubbing the last remnants of sleep from my face, I remind myself that I'm on vacation, so the usual rules don't apply. Like I said last night, what happens in the islands stays in the islands.
She stirs next to me, and I'm torn from my thoughts about my life back at home. We had a great time last night, but what's going to happen today? Again, my usual routine is to be gone before this becomes an issue I have to think about, but I can't deny I'd like to spend more time with her.
I roll over and stare up at the white ceiling. I wish I knew her name. I don't know why, but it feels like I should call her something other than her and she. That she decided we shouldn't know one another's names means she's probably hiding something. A husband? Maybe. She doesn't look like anyone famous, so I don't think that's the reason she wants to keep her identity a secret.
Not that I should care. We're both interested in a good time and nothing more, so what does knowing her name do for me?
"You look like a man lost in thought."
I turn my head to look over at her and shrug. "Not really. Just trying to wake up."
She sits up and runs her hand through her dark hair. "I'm one of those people who wake up immediately. I bet your butler can bring you some coffee. I'm going to grab a shower."
I watch her walk across the room toward the outdoor shower and can't take my eyes off her. Damn, that's a fine ass. The rest of her is great too. Just looking at her makes me hard, so I throw off the covers and follow her outside.
As she stands under the water, I say, "Mind if I join you?"
Looking back at me over her shoulder, she smiles. "I had a feeling you were one of those people who needs an hour or two to really wake up. Guess I was wrong, huh?"
"Actually, I usually am, but something about this morning is different."
I could tell her that seeing her naked again has made me want to fuck her for the fourth time. Or maybe it's the fifth? I lost count somewhere in the middle of the night. No matter. Whatever number it is, just being around her makes my brain want nothing more than to have her again.
"Well, jump in, so to speak."
I walk up behind her and wrap my arms around her wet body. She fits perfectly against me, like she was made just for me. That's utter nonsense, of course. The stuff of Hallmark cards and that channel my mother used to watch where every story was about true love and people made for one special soul.
Still, I like how she feels pressed up against my body. I tilt my hips and push my hard cock against that plump ass of hers as my eyes close.
"Mmmm…this is my idea of how to wake up," I moan and nuzzle the spot between her neck and shoulder just above her collarbone.
Wiggling her ass against me, she asks, "Better than coffee?"
Her skin tastes salty and sweet, like she's been rolling in something sugary. "Definitely. I'll take this over caffeine any day."
My hands slide up her body to cup her breasts while the warm water of the shower gently rains down on us. She reacts by backing up into me, making me want to be inside her. This foreplay is nice, but my morning hard-on wants what it wants, and that's her perfect cunt right now.
"You're making it very hard to wash myself," she says with a giggle.
I set my hands on her hips and squeeze as need courses through me. Sliding my cock between her legs, I moan in her ear, "I'll tell you what. After we're done, I'll wash your hair and anything else you want me to wash."
Turning in my hold, she looks up at me with disbelief in her eyes. "Wash my hair? I don't think I can turn that down. You have no idea how relaxing it is to have your hair washed for you."
"Then it's a deal. Another round of phenomenal sex followed by my best hair washing technique."
Her hand glides over my chest and down over my stomach before she palms my hard cock. "You have a technique? Is this something you do often?"
I laugh at her not-so-sly attempt to find out something about me. "We're supposed to be lying, but you're forcing me to tell the truth again. I don't wash women's hair often, to be honest."
She studies my face for a long moment, likely trying to figure out if I'm lying or being sincere, before standing on her tiptoes to kiss me as water rolls down between us. "I'll give you a chance to show me this technique. A man who likes to wash a woman's hair is very sexy."
I press my mouth to hers and kiss her long and deep, sliding my tongue into her mouth. She tastes like champagne, even though we haven't had a sip of that for hours. I suck on the tip of her tongue, playfully teasing her.
She rakes her fingernails down my back and stops at my waist. Every inch she touches sends waves of desire through me, making waiting any longer impossible. I lift her up and she wraps her legs around me. A second later, I ease into her and close my eyes to revel in how perfect she feels.
"Mmmm…this is definitely the best way to wake up," she whispers in my ear.
"Definitely."
Her lips graze my neck just below my ear, and then I feel her teeth playfully nibbling on me. With each thrust into her, it's hard to keep myself from pounding into her I want to come so badly. I want to make this last, but sex first thing in the morning isn't my best time for duration.
Rolling her hips, she takes all of me until there's not an inch of space separating us. I hold her up with my hands on her ass while we find a rhythm to our fucking. It doesn't take long before my thrusts are met with her angling her hips to take every bit of my cock.
My ears are filled with the soft sound of her moaning, and with each second that passes, we inch closer and closer to coming. As much as I'd like to drag this out a little longer, the combination of it being morning wood and how good she fucking feels makes that impossible.
"Oh, God! Right there…don't stop," she begs, but she doesn't have to. I couldn't stop now if my life depended on it.
Hell, I don't even think I could stop if someone walked into this shower with us at this moment and held a gun to my head.
She kisses me hard, snaking her tongue into my mouth with none of the playfulness from before. Now she simply wants me to give her what she desperately needs, and I'm happy to do it.
I squeeze her ass tightly in my hands, pinching her skin, but she doesn't care. My thigh muscles feel like they're on fire and may explode out of my legs at any moment, and even that can't stop me from fucking her as hard as I can.
We're like two wild horses racing toward that moment of bliss. I grunt. She moans louder and louder as we get closer and closer to coming. All the while, the water rolls down over our heads, and my senses feel like they're on overload.
I feel her cunt tighten around my cock and know her release is close, so I pump into her body like a wild man. She clings to me, her face buried in my neck until her orgasm tears through her and she sinks her teeth into my earlobe. The combination of pain and pleasure rushes through me, and then a second later, I come, filling her up with all I have.
When we finish, she slumps against me, resting her head on my shoulder while I lean against the tile wall nearby. I'm unsure my legs have the energy to hold us up for much longer, but I don't care. We can fall to the ground if they give out. It'll hurt me more than her since I'll break her fall.
All I care about is how fucking good I feel at this moment.
"That was incredible," she whispers hoarsely against my neck.
When she leans back to look at me, I nod. "It was. And I think you moaned yourself nearly hoarse."
"Your neighbors in the next villa are going to think all we do is have sex," she says, and a hint of a blush turns her cheeks a pale pink.
"I don't know them, so they can think what they want. Who knows? They may be jealous of us."
She smiles, and her blush grows deeper. It's sweet in a way I hadn't expected from her. I certainly couldn't have imagined the woman who called me rude when we first met would be blushing after great sex this morning.
"So about that hair washing? You still up for it?"
"Definitely!" she says with excitement flashing in her eyes. "You have no idea how great it feels when someone washes my hair. It's sort of a secret turn on for me, if I'm being honest."
"Which you aren't supposed to be. Remember?"
Covering her face with her hands, she laughs. "I keep forgetting. I'm not used to lying. This is work for me."
I ease out of her and set her on her feet in front of me. "Well, since you're forced to work so hard, the least I can do is deliver on that hair washing."
She spins around and grabs the shampoo the resort left for me. Twisting the top off, she sniffs the bottle and hands it to me. "Coconut. I like that. Okay, do your magic."
I don't tell her this, but the only person's hair I've ever washed, other than my younger brother's when my mother would make us take a bath together when we were little boys, was Melanie what's-her-name's hair from high school. That was only because we got freaky with too much honey and whipped cream that night of the prom, and she had a head full of stickiness we had to rinse out before I took her home or her father would have shot me dead on the spot. So I'm not sure how magical this whole hair washing is going to be.
After squeezing a glob of shampoo into my palm, I begin massaging it into her scalp, pretty sure that's the part women like the most. "Feel good?"
She tilts her head back and sighs. "You have no idea. You really are good at this. I wish the woman who cuts my hair would do it like you do."
As I work to get the shampoo into all her hair, I chuckle at the image of her hating this part at the salon. "Strange that she doesn't do this well, isn't it?"
"She has these huge talons that scrape across my scalp. I've told her about it, but she doesn't try to use her fingertips instead. That's why you're so good at this. No fingernails to scratch me."
I scrub the shampoo for a few minutes more, loving how much she's enjoying this simple act, before backing away and washing my hands under the shower. "You're ready for a rinse."
With a smile, she looks at me as she turns around and steps under the water. "You missed your calling, assuming you aren't a hair stylist. You could probably offer that as a side gig, and women would pay you good money."
I naturally want to comment that I don't need to do anything for money, but since I'm supposed to be lying about who I really am, I simply smile as I watch her rinse all the lather out of her hair. She grabs the bar of soap and washes her face and the rest of her body before moving out from under the water.
"It's all yours."
"Don't women always use conditioner too?" I ask, unsure how I know anything about that. I must have had someone tell me at some point, I guess.
She flashes me a smile before reaching for the tiny bottle of conditioner on the shelf next to her. "Yes, but I'm going to leave it in for a few minutes, so the shower is all yours."
I watch her squeeze a quarter size dollop of white goop into her palm and then rub her hands together. A second later, she massages it into her hair, and all I can think is this is about as domesticated as I've ever been with a woman.
That's what happens when you make sure to leave before the sun comes up. You don't get to see this kind of thing.