Michael untied the bow at her waist which was the only thing holding her dress on. With the strings unwrapped, the dress floated away from her body to reveal sexy, white lace bra and panties. The bra barely covered her nipples and Michael trailed a finger from her collar bone down to the V between her breasts, then up the edge of the lace, almost, but not touching, her taut nipple pushing to be freed from the minimal confines of the lace.
The dress fell from her shoulders with a gentle push, pooling around her feet. Darcy felt decadent standing in her lace underwear and high heeled sandals, but it was a delicious feeling.
Michael reached behind her, kissing her lips as he released the clasp on her bra. The lace fell away as quietly as the dress. Darcy tried not to be shy. His heated stare as he looked at her made her proud. She could tell he liked what he saw.
“You’re perfect,” he said and his hand reached up to hold her breasts. He stepped back and tore off his shirt, tossing it to the side. He then reached down and took off his slacks and shoes, not caring that they landed in a heap beside his shirt. “I can’t wait much longer Darcy,” he said. “Please touch me,” he begged.
Darcy needed no other prodding. She reached up and put both hands against his chest, her fingers slipping through the hair. She looked up and he kissed her, hard and passionately. Slipping one arm under her knees, he picked her up and carried her to his bed, laying her gently in the middle. He then reached up and pulled off her shoes and panties.
Darcy gasped when he slid his naked body against hers, the contact shocking her with its intensity. He reached for her, kissing her once again while his hands moved down to cup her breasts again. His mouth followed and as soon as he took one aching nipple inside the heat of his mouth, she cried out, arching against him. Her legs wrapped around his waist in an effort to be as close to him as possible. His free arm pulled her leg higher, and her hips were pressed against his erection.
“I need you,” he said and slipped a finger inside her warmth.
Darcy’s hips moved automatically towards his hand, seeking more. “You’re teasing me,” she cried out.
“I know. You’re so hot for me.” Michael pulled his finger out and replaced it with what they both wanted. He rolled over on top of her, grabbing her hands and pulling them above her hands. “You feel so good, Darcy,” he said and she could see the sweat forming on his forehead in his effort to move slowly. But she didn’t’ want that. She needed him to move faster, her body craving what only his could provide. “Michael, stop teasing. Make love to me,” she said.
He needed no further instruction. He moved inside her, rhythmically taking them from one plane to the next. When he realized he was going to come, he reached down between their bodies and helped her along so they reached a climax together, gasping as their pleasure took over.
Darcy cried out her fulfillment and wrapped her arms and legs around his body while he drove into her, filling her and taking her over the edge.
A long time later, once their breathing had subsided, Michael lifted his head from its position against her neck. He slowly kissed her jaw, nibbled her ear lobe.
A tear trickled down her face and caught him off guard. “Darcy?” he asked, worried now. “What’s wrong? You aren’t’ regretting this now, are you?”
In answer to his question, she reached up and took his face in her hands to pull him down for a kiss. She’d never been aggressive sexually, but something about Michael made her bold.
“I guess not,” he said, chuckling and pulling her on top of him. Her upper body was draped across his chest and he pulled her hair out of the pins, playing with the long strands.
“I think I need a shower,” she said drowsily.
“That’s not necessary,” he said and stood up with her in his arms.
“What do you mean?” she asked, not sure what he had in mind.
“There’s a better way to cool off,” he said and walked out to the pool.
“Michael, we’re naked,” she said, looking around for the servants she had yet to see.
“The housekeeper and cook are only here in the mornings. They’ve been long gone,” he said as he walked down the steps of the pool. The water slowly surrounded them both and she enjoyed the coolness of the water.
She swam away from him, feeling naughty as they skinny dipped in the pool.
“I’m going to make love to you again, Darcy,”
She glided away from him, suddenly self-conscious as she watched the heat in his eyes. But he followed her, picking her up and carried her to one of the chaise lounges surrounding the pool.
“Michael!” she cried as he slid down her body. Their bodies joined and she arched her hips, eagerly meeting him in their second round. “Please!” she begged him and he increased the tempo, guiding both of them to a more intense orgasm than the one they’d shared before.
Darcy stretched her arms high above her head, glorying in the feeling of satisfaction that warmed her soul. Rolling over to her side, she watched the sun shimmer off the pool and considered her altered reality.
But only for a moment since Michael felt her movement and pulled her back. They had made love three more times during the night. Each time seemed to eclipse the previous experience. So as soon as he touched her back, her body instantly came alive with anticipation. Darcy eagerly rolled back to face him and his passion.
The sun was high up in the sky by the time they showered and dressed. He took her scuba diving on Saturday but in a different location this time. They saw different kinds of fish, larger ones that weren’t able to get through the reef they visited yesterday. There were also several types of stingrays and even a sea turtle.
That night, they went dancing again, this time making it to the second song and beyond. Michael was a very good dancer and he led her through the moves with ease and confidence. His abilities encouraged her to relax and follow his lead and she was able to enjoy herself more than any other time dancing.
Sunday was a lazy day. They swam in the pool, snorkeled in the house’s cove and slept in the afternoon. Darcy was depressed when they boarded the plane back to Washington, D.C. It was almost midnight when Michael kissed her at her doorway. “You’re not going to do anything crazy again this week, are you?”
Darcy could barely keep her eyes open but she was able to laugh. “If it means you’ll carry me off for another long weekend to a romantic site, then I’ll definitely come up with something by Wednesday.”