S. Welles - To Ocean's End

“Enjoying yourself?” Mido asked, lying on his back as well.

“Very much. I almost fell asleep.”

“In a public place full of strangers? Wow, I’m impressed.”

“I’m too relaxed to care.”

“I’m happy for you. Very happy. You’ve come a long way.”

They exchanged contented smiles and Jessie blew him a kiss. He pretended to catch it, kissed his fist, then blew one back. She inadvertently flashed him a glimpse of her chest as she pretended to catch his.

Mido’s masseuse raised her hands and backed away from him, chuckling. Mido went wide-eyed and covered the tent in his towel. Jessie tried not to smile but couldn’t help it as she fixed her own towel. Mido apologized to the three of them and took a few deep breaths to calm himself. His masseuse said, “Oh, don’t worry. You’re far from the first to do that while I’m working. I’m aiding your blood flow for crying out loud.” Once Mido returned his hands to his sides, both ladies went back to work and Jessie closed her eyes and resumed napping.

One amazing hour later, Jessie and Mido wandered back to their room, still in their bathrobes and regular clothes in a cloth bag. The cleaning people would collect the robes during their rounds. Both of them felt dreamy and totally relaxed. They hung the “Please do not Disturb” sign on the door handle and locked the door behind them.

“Want to catch some sun on the patio?” Mido asked.

“Sure.” More relaxing time with the only man in the world who made her feel safe. So long as they were together, she didn’t care where they went. They crossed to the glass doors, Mido slid them open, then guided her into his arms. Jessie slipped her arms under his.

“Thank you for letting me treat you to lunch and everything else today. And thank you for coming back.” He leaned in to kiss her forehead but she rose onto the balls of her feet and their lips met. One sweet, gentle kiss. Mido licked his lips and held her in a magnetic gaze. Jessie felt an even greater dreaminess wash over her. She pressed her lips to his and they kissed again. Just a gentle one. And then another, and another. Their hands began to wander and the kisses grew longer and deeper. His skin was so warm and soft, his muscles firm and solid, his arms so big and strong. They inhaled each other’s scent, opened their mouths, and tasted each other for the first time. Mido snuck a hand inside her bathrobe and began playing with her breasts. Jessie kissed him harder.

And then she felt his arousal dig into her abdomen.

Jessie gasped and broke away. All her nightmares flooded her mind and the men who’d raped her came at her, one after the other, all of them sporting a hard-on before forcing her into submission. Even Tethys. Someone grabbed her wrists. She ripped her arms free and backed away.

Not again. Just not again. She couldn’t take another bout of ravaging ever again.

A big, strong pair of hands gently cupped her cheeks and lips kissed her forehead before she could push her aggressor. She stopped backing away. No rapist had ever kissed her before. What was going on?

Jessie blinked a few times, then saw Mido standing before her. Just Mido; not a rapist. She teared up and he pulled her into a hug.

“Thank goodness that worked. It’d taken me a few minutes to brew some coffee.”

She buried her face in his shoulder. All those lovely, sensual feelings had left her body. She wanted them back but the memories held them at bay. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t worry about it.” He kissed her head. “What happened? What set you off?”

She sniffed and wiped her tears. “It was when I felt you.” She slid a hand to his hip and pulled at him without bring them together. “Your… suddenly a bunch of horrible memories replayed in my head.” Her eyes stung. “I wish they hadn’t. I want you so badly.”

“I want you, too.” He lifted her chin and kissed her gently. “I think I can get around that.” He guided her to the bed. “Lie down. I can make you feel good without entering you.”

“But that’s not fair to you.” Her heart began to race as she envisioned ways he’d try to pleasure her. Despite how unfair that sounded, she wanted Mido to make her feel good. She felt herself gravitating towards the bed but held her ground.

“Are you kidding? Any man worth his stuff gets real satisfaction out of pleasing a beautiful woman like you. It’s not just about being inside you. It’s about making you feel really good.”

Jessie couldn’t think of a flaw in his logic. “You sound like you know your way around women.”

Mido popped a mischievous smile. “It’s because I don’t let him do all the thinking for me.” He pointed to the tent in his bathrobe.

Jessie smiled back, then initiated another round of kissing that swiftly grew in intensity. She was careful to keep her hips at bay, even though she wanted all of her pressed against all of him. She gripped his hips and dug her fingers into his flesh. He slipped both hands in her bathrobe at the shoulder and slowly pushed it aside. Once he lowered it to her elbows, she pulled her arms out, then interlaced her hands behind his neck. He let the robe fall to the floor.

He looked into her eyes. “Everything still good?”

“Mhm.”

He nuzzled his forehead against hers and locked her in his blue-eyed gaze as his hands caressed her skin all the way down to her hips, resting them on her panties. “Still good?”

“Mhm.” His touch gave her goosebumps and her lips parted, ready for more kisses.

He kissed her behind her ear, down her neck, each breast, then slid her panties off and picked her up in his strong arms. They kissed again, and then he lay her on the bed. “Time for a different kind of massage. I’ll make it a magic one so your bruises go away faster.” He disrobed, then crawled onto the foot of the bed and drew up to her and between her legs, stopping with his face between her upraised knees. “Still good?”

Jessie could only nod as her heart raced and blood pounded. His arms were as big as her legs. Mido lowered his face. Jessie tilted her head back and arched her spine as his mouth, tongue, and hands began their magical massage.

I woke to the sight of a woman sleeping with her head on my chest and the sheets drawn up to just below her soft breasts. Her red curls splayed over her back and shoulders, and she had a hand resting on my sternum. I rubbed my eyes and yawned, then grabbed a stray pillow and stuffed it behind my head. I’d get up after she woke. It’s not like I had a rigid shipping schedule. Heck, I’d stretched our vacation to five days. Two hadn’t cut it. Don’t know what I’d been thinking when I said two in the first place.

Oh, I know: let’s just get our business done, and hurry up and get our side trip to Cyprus over with.

Screw that.

I dozed on and off until Delilah stirred some time later. She yawned and stretched, then tilted her head and smiled at me. I ran a hand through her luscious hair and stroked a cheek, making her let out a contented hum.

“Good morning, Captain.”

“Good morning, Delilah. Sleep well?” It was close to eleven, according to the wall clock in the hotel room. Even though I’d procured Delilah from a brothel, I refused to use the rooms in any such place. Hotels were cleaner and ordering breakfast in bed always got more brownie points.

“Only because of you.” She slid a hand towards my groin, sending a pleasant shiver up and down my spine.

That hand placed tantalizingly close, coupled with her hair tickling my chest and the soft touch of her breasts pressed against me was enough to turn me back on. I impressed myself right then, being able to get it up after spending most of my vacation with her. I hadn’t exactly paced myself for five days. I threw the covers off us, which relieved my rising body temperature.