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  "Wow. That was incredible," he admitted, struggling to catch his breath.

  He lowered himself over my body, missionary style, and I felt him lengthening and hardening again.

  He entered me, stretching my tissues that had clenched with the orgasm, bracing himself to try push more of his cock inside. He interlocked our hands above my head and fucked at a leisurely pace while maintaining eye contact with me, my breasts pressed against his chest.

  Neither of us said anything in that moment and I felt the amazing connection between us. I could see it in his eyes; he felt something real for me and I for him. I just had to tell him.

  "I love you."

  I felt his heart racing against my chest. He began to fuck harder and faster, his ass clenching tightly and releasing with each thrust, while he held my gaze with his.

  "Lena," he gasped, "do you have any idea how much you mean to me?"

  “Tell me, baby,” I gasped as I held him close to me, twisting my hips, meeting his thrusts with my own.

  “You mean everything to me, Lena. I want to take care of you; to be everything to you.”

  His litany of words and promises filled my core with heat and lust for him.

  The heat spread through my sex as the orgasm hit me, rushing through my body like an electric current. My sex was clutching at his cock desperately, gripping him firmly.

  "Fuck Lena you are sucking me dry," he growled as he gave several hard thrusts, then began to spurt into my sex, plunging his cock endlessly.

  He pulled out of me and held me close to his chest until his breathing evened out.

  Within minutes we heard the pilot announce we were twenty minutes from landing. We’d spent almost the entire two and a half hour flight making love. I got up and went to the bathroom to clean up and when I came out, he was already dressed. He gave me a kiss on my forehead.

  "Everything okay?"he asked, seeming a little contemplative.

  "Yes," I responded quickly. He smiled and left the bedroom, heading back to the seats to prepare for landing.

  I dressed as quickly as I could and fixed my hair up. I’d told him I loved him for the first time. But I was wondering if perhaps he wasn’t ready to hear it.

  Chapter Nineteen

  After landing and on-board immigration checks, we had a driver waiting to pick us up right outside the plane in a Ford SUV. The weather was sunny and a strong scent of sea salt was carried on the breeze. Jonathan took my hand and we walked to the car and drove off, headed to another part of the airport. He seemed a little quiet and preoccupied, but kept my hand firmly in his, even when I tried to shift away.

  About five minutes later, we arrived at a helipad with a helicopter parked on it and a short, wiry, black man who I knew must be the pilot standing beside it, dressed in black shorts and a white shirt. As soon as he saw us, he waved then hopped in, started it up, the rotor blades turning slowly. The driver ran to the helicopter with our baggage, while Jonathan tucked me under his arm, shielding me from the power of the rotor draft as we made a dash for the helicopter. I was so glad I hadn’t chosen to wear a wig for this getaway; it might have ended up an embarrassingly, weird, tangled mess in those rotors. I could no longer continue to act unimpressed; this was too much.

  After the pilot welcomed him by name and me as ‘madame’, I smiled at Jonathan and he smiled back as he helped me buckle into the seat and wear the helicopter headset so we could hear each other.

  “This is so cool, Jonathan!” I shouted into the mouthpiece.

  He smiled his dazzling ‘I’ve so got you’ smile and gave me a tiny kiss on my hand. The helicopter rose and we headed off in a south-easterly direction.

  “Where are we going?” I asked, my voice in the head-gear sounding strange.

  “To a private island,” he replied.

  A private island? I was so out of my league here. When I’d Googled the Bahamas in my preparations for our trip, I’d imagined a busy hotel packed with tourists. I had even packed a large beach towel emblazoned with the words RESERVED, to keep my lounger secure from other holidaymakers. I was dumbfounded and remained silent for the rest of the forty minute flight. I watched the beautiful views of the island archipelago, awed by the crystal clear, blue waters and countless yachts sailing on the horizon.

  After we’d passed several islands, we began to descend at a C-shaped island that had what looked like a very large residence on a raised bluff. A few smaller buildings were scattered on the southern side, about half a mile from the large residence. There was a jetty on the right shore, leading to a long walkway that had a magnificent yacht moored with a smaller, sleek, speed boat on the other side. There were multiple smaller beaches surrounding the island, separated from each other by rocks, cliffs and vegetation. The largest beach was a short walk below the bluff where the house stood. We landed on a solid circle, built for helicopters, then the rotor blades began to slow.

  As we were removing our head gear, a strong-looking black man in his fifties, dressed in black shorts and a white shirt approached. He shook Jonathan’s hand then mine, then he took our baggage while Jonathan helped me out. As soon as we’d cleared the helicopter, it rose and took off back in the direction we came from, and a silence descended on the island, except for the crashing of waves on the beach below and a light breeze rustling the greenery.

  “Nice to see you again, Jonathan,” the man began in a sing-song patois of the islands.

  “Good to see you, Herbert.” Jonathan responded warmly and he carried one bag while Herbert carried the other two as we headed up toward the house.

  We arrived at the magnificent two storey residence built in colonial Bahamian style architecture with large porches and balconies. It was painted a surprisingly attractive mustard-lemon color, with white accents framing doorposts and windows. Tall palm trees lined the entrance and there was a well maintained, pretty, exotic flower garden surrounded by the natural island vegetation. When we got to the portico, we were met by two more people in uniform; a middle aged black woman and a younger black man.

  "Welcome, Jonny," the lady said running three steps forward to hug him, smiling brightly.

  “Hello, Molly,” he replied smiling fondly, holding her for a long moment before stepping back.

  “Welcome, sir,” the third man said as Jonathan extended his hand and shook it firmly.

  He pulled me to his side to face them.

  “Everyone, this is my girlfriend, Miss. Williams. Lena, this is Herbert and this is Molly, they take care of this property; and this is Gerald our chef.”

  Everybody murmured kind greetings as I shook their hands.

  I caught the ‘how did this happen’ glances between them, imagining the gossip they’d have later; Jonathan didn't. He took my hand and led the way inside, whilst Herbert brought in our bags taking them upstairs and the other two disappeared into the house.

  The house interior was done in stunning 1930's decor with lots of wood fixtures. It’d evidently been renovated with beautiful furnishings and had probably undergone a recent restoration. Jonathan led me straight through the house to the double doors that opened on to a front patio. Right outside, were steps that led to a pretty green lawn with a spectacular infinity pool, giving the illusion of water flowing right out towards the sea’s horizon. In the far right corner there was a long, sloping path and more steps that led to the sandy beach, where waves were crashing back and forth across the sand.

  "Wow, it's breathtaking," I said looking up at him,

  "Yes it's beautiful."

  He took me on a tour of the house, showing me the large kitchen, the two dining rooms, several living rooms and sitting areas, two guest bedrooms and a library with old musty books, disintegrating with the salty air. He then led me upstairs to the four other bedrooms. The master suite was vast, with a four poster bed and netting draped all around it. The master bathroom was slightly smaller than Jonathan's penthouse, but beautifully decorated with a claw foot bathtub and Georgian fixtures that had recently
been renovated and updated for modern use. Jonathan suggested we get changed into swim suits to lounge out by the pool before dinner.

  I unpacked the tiny white bikini I’d had reservations about buying, because it was just too revealing and provocative. Once I’d changed into it, I shook my head, wondering why I’d let the shop attendant talk me into spending $200 for it. The two small triangles for the bottom were only wearable as a thong, and the other two tinier triangles just barely covered my nipples. Luckily, I’d packed a mini, white, lace sarong and tied it around my waist. When I came out of the bathroom, Jonathan was eyeing me with a ‘you are so gonna get fucked’ look and I dashed out of reach and snatched a light, mini, kimono robe, while he changed into a pair of white, swim shorts.

  "So,” I began as I went out onto the balcony, “who owns this property?"

  "My family does. My grandfather bought it years ago before I was born."

  Wow, I thought. The house was stunningly beautiful.

  “Has it been recently renovated?” I asked, noting the almost new refurbishments.

  Every few years, a hurricane damages the property, so we always have to fix it up.”

  "And the employees?"

  "Herbert and Molly have been working for my family for more than twenty-five years. Gerald the chef has only been with us for a couple of years and is hired from a resort on another island only when someone is in residence.

  “Is the helicopter one of yours?”

  “Yes. But it’s based in Nassau and we charter it out to other holiday makers to offset maintenance costs. Clients, friends and family come here occasionally too."

  “So you’ve been coming here since you were a little boy?”

  “Yes, I was probably around three or four when I started coming to this island.”

  I imagined what he must have been like as a little boy, running through the house and going down to the beach to build sand castles.

  “So would you play with other kids here?”

  “Herbert and Molly have two sons who I hung out with. But sometimes we came during school time and they’d be in Nassau in boarding school so I’d wander around and explore by myself.”

  “So where are they now?”

  “Cedric works at a casino in Nassau and the younger brother, Drake, is a professional sprinter in the US.”

  I looked down at the sparkling rim flow pool beneath me, then glanced further towards the ocean, watching the waves crashing on the shore. I shook my head, wondering how the hell I’d ended up here and with this man. While I watched Herbert carrying umbrellas to the beach setting them up, a sinking feeling crept in. I thought about how everyone back in Atlanta would react to our being together and how it was going to sway him and he’d come to his senses and realize he’d made a mistake. I’d confessed that I loved him, but I was going to end up with a broken heart; worse than I had before. He came up behind me, brushing his chest against my back as he put his arms around my waist.

  “What are you thinking about?” he asked quietly, lowering his head to kiss my neck.

  “Nothing. Let’s go downstairs.”

  We went out to the loungers by the pool, enjoying the breeze blowing gently as we each grabbed towels that’d been laid out for us. Gerald came out to serve us snacks, and Jonathan asked him to make his signature cocktails that were supposed to be amazing.

  I lay back on my lounger still in my robe, while Jonathan took a quick dip in the pool, swimming a few strokes before his tall, muscular frame emerged dripping wet and sexy. His dark hair was slicked back and he went and collapsed on his stomach on the lounger, putting on his Prada shades. I was watching him, appreciating this hunk of a man who was all mine, while he appeared to dose off on his lounger. I noticed him raise an eyebrow and smile, catching me in the act of checking him out. I looked away, quickly got up, removed my robe and sarong then waded into the pool. I didn’t want my hair to get wet so I planned to just dunk my body to cool off then go back to the lounger.

  The second I was waist deep in the water, Jonathan followed me, diving in and disappearing under water. I squealed, running for the steps to make my escape before my hair got dunked under by clueless white people. He pulled me back quickly and turned me to face him, holding me close. I tangled my legs around his waist and put my arms around his neck, admiring the ease with which he carried me and held me to his glistening body. He kissed me passionately and I heard Gerald bring our cocktails and quietly leave us, shutting the doors behind him to give us privacy.

  Jonathan pulled the tiny triangles of my bikini top to the side exposing my nipples and lowered his fervent lips to them; sucking, pulling and flicking them with his tongue. My sex quivered in anticipation as the lukewarm water lapped around our bodies.

  He pulled his large erect cock out of his shorts, and pulled my bikini bottoms askew, exposing my sex. Without another word, he lowered me onto his cock and began thrusting into me, while sucking on my nipple and gently rolling the other between his fingers. I leaned my elbows behind me onto the infinity edge of the pool, throwing my head back as he fucked and sucked me simultaneously, sloshing the water around us with powerful thrusts. I felt my orgasm building from the erotic sucking of my breasts, an exquisite current travelling from my nipples straight to my sex and I came with a cry, calling his name repeatedly.

  My orgasm spurred him on and a few hard thrusts later, he was spilling his cum into me, sucking hard on my nipple, groaning deeply. Within moments, he put my arms back around his neck, carried me up the steps of the pool and laid me on the lounger. The sun was now lower on the horizon as he rubbed me down with a towel, while I took a tentative sip of my cocktail. It was very good; I made a mental note to get the recipe before we left.

  Jonathan had arranged dinner for us as a picnic on the beach with a thick blanket on the sand, just out of reach of the lapping waves. We wore flip-flops and carried bathrobes with us down to the beach where Gerard and Herbert had laid out everything for us and prepared an old-fashioned picnic basket. I sat between Jonathan’s long legs and leaned back on his chest, intoxicated by the beauty around us on the island, watching birds circling above us and dipping into the clear blue water. We ate our dinner of a seafood platter and mini pastries, while we sipped on a fruity rosé wine, watching the spectacular sunset.

  When the sun had finally set, we walked back to the house in the twilight, hand in hand, enjoying being alone in each other’s company.

  Friday morning, Jonathan woke me up early.

  “Happy birthday!” he said, straddling me on the bed, holding a small, intricately iced cake with a single candle on it.

  I raised my head sleepily and kissed him, then blew out the flame while making a wish.

  “Come on, we don’t want to waste the day,” he said already showered throwing me a bottle of sunscreen with SPF 50. I rolled my eyes and dug out my own sunscreen with SPF 20 and after a quick shower, changed into a pretty, yellow, two piece bikini; embellished with an edgy, black, lacy design. When Jonathan saw me, he held his chest, feigning a heart attack.

  “That bikini is going to match your gift perfectly,” he promised knowingly, while twirling me around.

  We had breakfast by the pool and intended to spend all day on the beach in total privacy. Molly, Herbert and Gerald came to sing me a harmonized Stevie Wonder version of Happy Birthday with an island twist, and presented me with a large cake and twenty five candles to blow. Jonathan looked on fondly, filming a video clip with his cell phone as I blushed and thanked them. He’d already arranged with Herbert to set up a raised cabana at the beach, partially in the waves. They’d also arranged an ice-filled cooler for drinks and a red flag to pitch in the sand for when we wanted food and cocktails brought down.

  Once we were settled at the beach in the privacy of the cabana, Jonathan tied a bandana around my eyes so he could give me my gift. I heard a rustle, then felt the cold touch of something metallic being secured around my neck.

  “Are you ready?” Jonathan asked
as he trailed his fingers along my neck.

  “I’m ready!” I said nervously.

  “Open your eyes.”

  I looked down at my chest and gasped with shock. Nestled between the top of my breasts, was a platinum chain with a large, oval-shaped, canary diamond pendant, surrounded by a row of white diamonds. Beside him was an empty Tiffany & Co box. The gift matched my bikini perfectly; I was at a loss for words. I just knew he’d spent a fortune on it. I was about to tell him I couldn’t possibly accept the gift, when I saw him watching my reaction carefully; his lips tightening as though he were bracing for a fight. I thought for a long moment, then jumped into his arms, knocking him back on the day bed in the cabana and kissed him.

  “Thank you, Jonathan,” I said sincerely, my voice cracking with emotion.

  “You’re welcome, baby,” he said, rolling us over so he was on top of me.

  “See,” he added, “It wasn’t that hard, was it?” he joked.

  “I’m biting my tongue to shreds right now,” I laughed.

  We spent the entire day in the cabana; talking, laughing, kissing and making love, as the waves lapped around us. I lost count of the number of times he lowered his lips to pleasure me, his tongue slipping deliciously through my slit, or thrusting his rigid cock into me exquisitely; giving me more pleasure than I could handle. It was the most perfect birthday I could ever have hoped for. A few times we ventured out into the ocean and splashed about, then I watched him water ski with Herbert in the late afternoon, while I had fun learning to ride a jet-ski for the first time.

  Just before sunset, we ventured out to sea and had an intense quickie on the floor of the speed boat before coming back to watch the sunset from the cabana. It was bliss; we were perfect together. Jonathan was right; there was no point worrying about anyone else when we were so good together. Surely everyone would see how happy we were.