“But we just got here,” Asia protested. “I want to explore.”
“Sit, woman,” Rico growled then he grinned up at her. “I’m starving. I’m not going anywhere until this beast is fed.” He rubbed his stomach and, as if on cue, it growled.
“You’re hungry already? But we just got here. It’s not even eleven o’clock.”
“Ten twenty-one, actually,” he said, glancing at his watch. “Perfect time for a snack.”
Asia could tell it was no use arguing. When she saw that Rico had already placed half the contents on the blanket and had even started munching on a bread roll she gave up the fight. He was obviously hungry and how could she blame him? He probably hadn’t even stopped growing yet.
She chuckled at that thought. Here she was acting like Rico was way younger than she, when they were actually the same age. Outside of the office environment though, she just couldn’t see him as twenty-five.
But after the meal Asia was left in no doubt that Rico was no boy but a mature and virile man with not an ounce of shyness about him.
They’d dined on crispy fried chicken with bread rolls and a salad then lounged on the blanket, drinking a light wine cooler. Rico had packed away the basket, saving the potato salad and half of the chicken for later. Then he’d told her he was ready for dessert. And it wasn’t the sweet and delicious kind.
She’d lain back on the ground - her stomach comfortably full, her eyes barely open as the hypnotic sound of the wind in the trees threatened to slide her into slumber - when she’d felt his closeness.
As she lifted her heavy eyelids he leaned over her, the red, green and gold of the leaves forming a colorful background behind him. He dipped his head but instead of aiming for her lips this time he went lower, nipping at her right nipple as it peaked in her halter top.
Asia gasped in shock and pleasure. He’d gone for that oh, so sensitive part and it left her panting. But he was just teasing, playing and it was driving her crazy. She wanted more.
Boldly, she raised one hand to cup the back of his head and with the other she lowered the top, exposing the turgid nipple to his gaze. “Suck on it,” she ordered.
His eyes went to hers and Asia could see his surprise at her demand. Then his lips curled in pleasure and he lowered his head to obey her command. He nuzzled the nipple then slipped it into his mouth and sucked softly and sweetly until she arched her back in ecstasy or agony. Asia couldn’t tell which. All she knew was that the caress of his tongue was turning her insides to lava.
Asia tightened her grip on Rico’s head and she pulled down on the other side of the blouse. Her other nipple was ready and eagerly awaiting attention. Gripping the back of his head with both her hands she pulled, none gently, until his face hovered over her br**sts, his lips so close that his breath warmed her ni**les. She pulled his head down and he opened his mouth to take the distended member into his mouth.
Asia groaned and threw her head back, transported to a place where all she could do was succumb to the waves of euphoria that washed over her. As he pinched and rolled her ni**les with her lips and tongue she clung to him, pressing his face into her br**sts, her hand a vise that ensured he could not move away if he tried.
Finally, her br**sts soothed, she pulled his head away and applying pressure, she moved his face toward hers. He came willingly and immediately covered her lips with his.
But she wanted more. She wanted to dominate this man, make him understand that she was in charge. In all her interactions with him she’d been cool, she’d been calm, she’d been collected - the consummate professional. But now it was time to show Rico Megalos the real Asia Miller. She’d had enough of keeping the tigress inside her in check.
With their lips still joined Asia wrapped her arms around Rico and tilted her body, nudging him until he was forced to roll over onto his back. Then she was on top, taking control of the kiss. This time it was her tongue that probed his mouth, tasting then plundering with a passion that left them both panting.
“Mon Dieu, who are you?” Rico said between breaths as he stared up at her.
She slid her fingers through his hair and chuckled. “It’s still me, Rico, but now I can be free.” She looked away from him and out over the stretch of sandy beach. “Out here it’s just you, me and the island creatures. There’s no need to be politically correct. Here I can just be me.”
When she looked back at him a slow smile was spreading across his face. “I’m liking this new Asia Miller,” he said and raised his hand to slide his fingers into her hair. “So bold,” he whispered, “and so beautiful.” Then he cupped her head and pulled it down to give her a kiss so full of passion that all she could do was melt into him.
Then she pulled back, wanting to regain the upper hand. She had to diffuse his sexual tension, make him relax again so she could rule. She’d try humor. “So then I’ll say, so reckless,” and she gave him a peck on the cheek, “and so young.”
He laughed at that. “So we’re speaking soap opera now? Please, no. I don’t even watch those things.”
She put her lips close to his ear. “Maybe you should. You’d be surprised at what you could learn about love.”
Rico shook his head and gave her a fake frown. “Are you saying I’m not adequate in the love department? Are you insulting me, Mademoiselle Asia Miller?”
“Not at all,” she said, smiling down at him. “I’m just telling you, you have a lot to learn.”
“What?” He gave her a look of indignation then his face softened in a smile. “And are you going to be the one to teach me?”
“That depends.”
“On what?”
“On whether or not you can follow instructions. To the letter.” She gave him a mischievous smile and when he responded with a look of bewilderment she couldn’t help laughing.
“You know, you are such a-”
“Weirdo?” she asked, cutting him off.
“I was going to say, a mystery. I still can’t believe you’re the same Asia Miller I met that day back in August.”