Mona's Honeymoon Fantasy (Delta of Venus Inc.) (7 page)

Reaching around
him she palmed his firm, round buttocks in her small hands and squeezed, urging
him on but also needing to explore that very fine butt she’d admired earlier. She
could feel all of his muscles flexing as he rubbed against her.

“I. Am not.
Going to give it to you. Unless. You ask. Do you. Understand?” He ground out,
punctuating each sentence with a hard thrust.

Honestly, the
way he was grinding against her was driving her towards another mind-blowing
orgasm. But she came in here to lose her virginity, not to play some kind of Master
and Servant domination game with him. She should have known he wouldn’t be
content with just screwing her like any normal guy. He just had to challenge
her every step of the way. She should have been annoyed at his imperious tone but
instead found that his masterful attitude excited her.

She still hesitated
at the idea of sounding like a fool.

She would say as
little as possible. “Yes.”

“Yes, what?” He
said, twisting his hips in a way that made her eyes roll up in her head in
delight.

“Yes. I want
it.”

“It? My finger?
My tongue? What do you want? Be specific. And descriptive.”

She was a
forty-year-old woman, not a nun. She could do this. “I want your cock. Your
big, hard cock. Inside me. Now.” She glared at him when he didn’t move.
“Please!”

“There. Was that
so difficult?” He leaned down and kissed her roughly. She sighed in relief
against his lips as she heard the unmistakable sound of his zipper going down.
Finally. It was happening.

She was reaching
down to help push his jeans down his lean hips when another sound intruded on
her lust-fogged brain. It was an annoying, repetitive pinging. Did he bring his
phone in here? No. It wasn’t coming from him. She looked up and saw that the
“Please Return to Your Seat” light was flashing. That’s where the pinging sound
was coming from. Damn it. She’d ignore it. Nothing short of a crash was going
to stop her from losing her virginity right here and right now. A little
turbulence would just add to the experience. Make it more exciting.

She began
kissing him with renewed enthusiasm, hoping to distract him from noticing the
warning light. Then the tapping began. Someone was knocking at the lavatory door.
“Excuse me,” an annoyed female voice said through the flimsy door, “but you’ll
have to return to your seats. We’re experiencing some unusual turbulence and
it’s not safe for you to be in there.”

Mona and the man
she’d hoped to deflower her just stared at each other as the pounding on the
door became louder and more insistent. Mona gave her companion a panicked look
and pointed at the door, trying to communicate that he should do or say
something. Instead of responding, he just shot her an amused shrug and began
very carefully tucking himself back into his jeans.

“Did you hear
me? Is everything ok in there?” The flight attendant called, sounding like she
was practically clawing at the door.

Mona angled her
face to the side and made a few half-hearted coughing sounds into her fist.
“Everything`s fine. My husband just has a slight case of food poisoning. We`ll
be out in a minute,” she called through the door and then turned back to Sam.
“There. That should buy us a few minutes. Let’s go.” She took the condom packet
he’d just pulled out of his back pocket and clumsily tried to open it.

Sam crossed his
arms and stared down at her in amazement.

 She waved her
hand impatiently at his lap. “Nevermind her. Let’s just get this over with.
Ok?” She reached down and began tugging on his zipper.

He gently unclenched
her hands from his jeans and pressed them against his chest. “Ummm…as much as
I’d like to ‘get this over with’ I think we’d better get back to our seats
before she breaks through the door.”

She ducked her
head in embarrassment. “I`m sorry. I didn’t mean it like that. I just really
wanted to do this.”

He chuckled and
gave her hands a gentle squeeze. “I get that. I really wanted to be with you
too. But this doesn’t have to be the end. We can get together on the island.
You can come to the wedding. Or better yet. Trash your reservation and spend
the entire weekend with me. We’ll walk on the beach, and order drinks served in
a coconut shell. Then we’ll go back to my cabana and finish this properly. Without
Flight Attendant Barbie pounding on the door. What do you say? Care to join the
Hawaiian Skinny-dipping Club instead of the Mile-High Club?”

Mona stared at
him in disbelief. He was just so tempting, but what could she say? She couldn’t
spend the weekend with this very young and inappropriate man. She was growing
attached to him already. What would happen if she spent three days with him?
She’d fall for him and he’d discover that she had absolutely no experience in
bed whatsoever and be disgusted. Or worse, he’d pity her. No, she couldn’t
stand that. She’d nearly given away her embarrassing virgin status several
times in the past hour. A weekend was out of the question. No matter how much
she wanted to spend more time with him.

She couldn’t
look at him so she shifted her gaze downward instead. Good Lord, her skirt was
still pushed up to her hips. She began rolling it back down as a distraction. “I
can’t. I’m sorry.”

His confident
smile actually seemed to falter. “Ok then. I’ll come to you. Where are you
staying?”

She nearly
choked at the thought of him showing up at her hotel and meeting her gigolo. “Oh
no. You can’t come there.” She sounded horrified even to her own ears.

He looked at her
suspiciously. “Why not?”

She began
wiggling in earnest to get her skirt into place. “It’s just not a good idea.”

“Are you kidding
me? It’s the best idea ever. Aren’t you curious to see how good it could be
between us? Because I gotta tell you, I am wild to finish this.”

“You don’t have
to say that.”

“Exactly. I
don’t have to. I’m saying it because I’m totally into you. Can’t you tell?”

She rolled her
eyes. “Then why did it take you so long to get down to it? What was all that
damn foreplay about? We could have joined the Mile-high Club ten times by now,
except you kept hesitating. Obviously, you weren’t that into me.”

He ran his hands
through his hair in frustration. “Let me get this straight. You think the fact
that I took my time meant I wasn’t into you? That’s just nuts.”

 “Fine. I’m
nuts.” She pushed on his chest and gracelessly jumped down from the counter. “Then
it shouldn’t bother you to let me go.” She tried to push around him but he
grabbed her by both arms.

“It does bother
me. A lot. Don’t you see? I didn’t want to disappoint you. That’s why I dragged
it out. Typically guys don’t go down on women when they’re trying to hit it and
quit it.”

She blushed. “Or
maybe it was some kind of stalling tactic.”

“What? Why would
I want to stall? Believe me. My dick and I were seriously considering just
bending you over the sink and fucking you silly the second we got in here.”

“See? That’s
what I mean. Why didn’t you do exactly that? You must have known we’d be
interrupted, so you did everything you could to avoid having sex with me.”

“Well, fuck me,
but I thought you’d appreciate the multiple orgasms. Obviously I was wrong.”

“Obviously you
were.”

They glared at
each other for one long moment and then he chuckled and rubbed her arms
soothingly with his big warm hands. “Mona. This is ridiculous. I know you have
no reason to trust me, but I swear to you, I wasn’t stalling or hesitating
because of a lack of desire. Nothing could be further from the truth. Let’s get
together on the island and I’ll demonstrate exactly how much I want you. I’ll
even agree to no foreplay if that’s the way you want it. Though that’s probably
the first time I’ve ever heard of a woman complaining about too much pre-game
show.”

Mona gave him a
weary smile. “I’m so sorry. But I really can’t.”

“Because I
didn’t take you like a caveman?” He asked with a crooked smile.

She shook her
head. “No, that has nothing to do with it.”

“Then why? Just
tell me before they throw some tear gas in here.”

She sighed. “Because
I’m meeting someone there.”

His hands
dropped from her shoulders and he took a step back. “I thought you said you
were single.”

“I am.”

“But you’re
meeting some guy there? Let me get this straight: you’re spending a weekend in
paradise with someone you’re not romantically involved with? That doesn’t make
any sense.”

“It’s hard to
explain.”

“I’m getting
that.” He gave her a hard, assessing look. “So then this is it? We part ways,
here and now. And never see each other again? You go off to some nameless
resort and spend the weekend with some dickless wonder and I’ll go to my
cousin’s wedding, drink myself stupid and probably bang a bridesmaid to make
myself feel better. Does that sound like a more attractive option than spending
the weekend together, screwing like bunnies and laughing like hyenas??”

Mona smoothed
her blouse down her stomach and looked down at the floor. “I’m sorry, but this
is the way it has to be. If it’s any consolation to you, I wish I’d met you
under different circumstances. Almost joining the Mile-high Club with you was the
highlight of my sex life. Truly. You have no idea how much this all meant to
me.”

His annoyance
seemed to fade by several degrees. “Well, that makes me want to finish this
even more. Are you sure there isn’t some way we can get together again?”

She couldn’t
answer him. If she did, she would surely start to cry in frustration at having
to deny him. So she shook her head and awkwardly handed him his shirt.

He snatched the scrap
of white cotton from her hand and tugged it on. When his head popped out of the
neck hole he was still glaring at her. “Fine. You have fun with your mystery
man. I hope he gives you whatever the hell you’re looking for. I mean that. See
you around, Mona.” His last words hung in the air as she watched him slam out
of the lavatory.

She leaned back
against the closed door and shut her eyes, trying to figure out exactly how
she’d managed to end up alone in this bathroom, and still a freaking virgin.

Chapter Five

Mona’s shiny black pumps dangled
from one hand and her purse from the other as she slowly walked barefoot and
silent along the path to her beachside bungalow. She tried to concentrate on
how wonderful the sand felt sifting between her toes or even the way the salt
air felt on her skin but her mind refused to be distracted by these pleasant
details. Instead her determined brain seemed to want to obsessively dissect
Sam’s expression as he’d exited the plane once they reached the Maui airport.

After leaving
the lavatory separately they’d spent the remaining two hours of the flight sitting
in their assigned seats. He’d been situated across the aisle and one seat up
from her so she’d had an excellent view of his hostile profile the entire trip.
She kept glancing at him, hoping for some small sign that he was no longer
angry with her but his animosity hung between them like a dark and stormy
cloud. When the plane had finally landed he’d silently handed down her suitcase
like a polite stranger and then strode away without another backward glance in
her direction. It was clear that he had dismissed their time together as
meaningless, just as she’d wanted. At the time. Now she was having some serious
second thoughts about her decision to continue on with her fantasy.

She had spent
those same two long hours trying to decide if rejecting him was the smartest or
the dumbest thing she’d ever done. As her disappointment and embarrassment had
faded she realized that dumb didn’t even begin to describe her behaviour. There
really hadn’t been a good reason not to see him again. But there were about a
gazillion excellent reasons to spend the trip in bed with him. So why had she
denied them both the pleasure of a truly decadent weekend in paradise together?
The answer was simple: she had rejected him to avoid the possibility of being
rejected first. Despite the fact that this strategy had successfully ensured
that she never experienced anything romantically worthwhile ever in her whole misguided
life she had done what was familiar to her. It would seem that a small but
powerful part of her was determined to remain a spineless virgin with yet another
regret to add to her long list.

Maybe that`s all
she was: a self-sabotaging coward. When it really counted her instinct was to
run from anything that might threaten her boring existence. She had very nearly
done so again when their plane had landed in Maui. It had taken every shred of
determination in her not to turn around and book another flight back home where
it was safe and easy. But somehow she had forced herself to get in the
limousine and carry on with her plan.

Now here she
was, seriously contemplating running again. She had her key card in her hand
and all she had to do was turn the doorknob to fulfill her fantasy, but she
couldn’t do it. She wasn’t ready to take that risk yet. No matter how much she
wanted to put her fears and insecurities behind her, they just kept cropping up
and making it impossible to change her pattern of behaviour. She wished she
could avoid having to deal with any of it and just flee back to her comfort
zone.

She had no idea
what to expect when she walked through that blue door, so she found herself edging
back from it, tucking the key card back in her purse, and loitering around
outside, pretending to admire the ocean view and the remarkably lush-looking
vegetation that seemed to be growing before her eyes. She was shamelessly stalling
but couldn’t seem to help herself. Her fake bridegroom was inside, waiting for
her. To take her innocence. To fulfill her fantasy. To make up for decades of
loneliness and insecurity by pretending to desire her? Honestly, had she
expected paying for sex to make her feel better about herself? Apparently so.
She’d been so deluded. But now she felt obligated to follow through. If only to
break her cowardly pattern of behaviour. She had to stop allowing fear to rule
her.

It seemed like a
shame that this situation was exactly what she’d planned and yet trepidation
was the only emotion she seemed to feel about what was about to happen.
Shouldn’t she be even a little bit excited? If the man inside was even half as
attractive as Sam then she should be thrilled to be here. But instead she kept
wondering if there was some way to get out of this gracefully with her
self-confidence intact.

Part of the
problem was that she had no idea what to expect. Was he waiting for her in the
bed? Would he be naked and expect her to join him there? Or would they sit
around chatting about the remarkable weather before moving onto the main, cherry-popping
event?

Miss Bright had
taken care of every detail of her trip so far, including organizing the
limousine ride from the airport, transporting her luggage, and arranging for a
breath-taking tour of the gorgeous resort from the jolly manager, but she
hadn’t explained what would happen once Mona stepped into her fantasy. Now Mona
wished she’d asked for more details. Miss Bright’s cryptic remarks about,
“following his lead” and “not overthinking” hadn’t prepared her for the actual
nerve-wracking experience of approaching a stranger for sex.

Mr. Kekona, the
resort manager, had offered to show her around the bungalow as well but she had
declined. Meeting her fake bridegroom privately promised to be awkward. She
couldn’t imagine doing so with an audience. 

So instead of
escorting her to her room, he’d described her accommodations with pride shining
in his dark eyes. He’d informed her that she and her new husband would be
staying in the honeymoon cottage, so completely separate from the other
bungalows. It featured “a California-King bed big enough to hold an entire luau
if necessary, including the roasted pig.” There was a glassed-in steam shower
with several massaging showerheads and even the honeymoon cottage cliché - oversized
Jacuzzi tub overlooking the ocean. But the feature Mr. Kekona had been most
excited to tell her about was the small private pool behind the bungalow.

From the
outside, the setting of her fantasy was everything Mona had imagined. The blue-green
ocean pounded against the beach just a short walk from where she stood. A few
metres of pristine white sand was all that separated her from the shore.

The bungalow itself
was actually a small cottage with a wide, wraparound deck. The building was
painted a cheerful turquoise and had white wicker furniture arranged invitingly
all around the deck. A comfy-looking hammock was even tucked off to one side
for privacy.

 Technically,
the bungalow was right on the beach but it was situated in the midst of a small
forest of palm and fruit trees which provided shade and yet more privacy. Red
and pink flowers grew in wild abundance everywhere and their exotic scent
combined with the ocean breeze was intoxicating. She had truly found paradise.
If only she wasn’t sharing it with a stranger.

Standing outside
the bungalow, Mona took the cowardly route for the second time that day and
decided to check out the pool instead of walking through that door. A few more
minutes to gather her courage couldn’t hurt at this point, could it?

The quaint
cobblestone path meandered around the cottage to what looked like a lush garden.
When she reached the back of the house she found that Mr. Kekona had been right
to be proud of the pool. It was incredible. Obviously inspired by a natural
grotto, the pool itself was lagoon shaped and surrounded by large rocks and
greenery. One end was completely shaded by palm trees while the other sparkled
in the bright sunlight. There was an actual waterfall bubbling from a rocky
ledge into the shady end and more flowers floated on the surface of the water.

The most
impressive sight, however, was not the turquoise seahorse painted on the bottom
of the pool or the lush vegetation. It was the man in the pool. He was swimming
laps with powerful strokes that seemed to effortlessly propel him from one end
to the other. His muscular arms sliced through the water with an athletic ease
that Mona, a non-swimmer, couldn’t help but admire, but it was his face that
held her transfixed. It was simply beautiful. Every single time his head turned
in her direction so he could take a breath she felt like she must be mistaken.
No man could be this stunning.

Feeling like a
voyeur but enjoying the view too much to care, she purposely stepped behind one
of the palms and watched him. It should have been boring and repetitive,
observing him glide smoothly through the water, but instead she felt herself
waiting for him to reveal some kind of flaw. Maybe spaghetti legs or a chicken
neck, but each feature he revealed was more perfect than the last.

When he finally stopped
and stood up in the shallow, sunny end of the pool she actually gaped.

Water sluiced
town his long form in streams. Droplets glistened in the bright sunlight,
emphasizing the angular splendor of his ridiculously sculpted body. It was
difficult to gauge his height exactly but he was tall, probably over six feet
by a few inches at least. Many tall men seem awkward and gangly but his
physique was lean perfection. His mostly hairless skin was deeply tanned and
contrasted beautifully with the turquoise water surrounding him.

Mona watched in
awe as he lifted one impressive arm to skim his dark hair back from his
forehead, uncovering more of that incredible face. Muscles and tendons flexed
and bunched throughout his torso and back as he waded towards the edge of the pool.

Where the hell
had Miss Bright found this guy? He was like Superman crossed with an Italian
model, with a little Prince Charming thrown in for good measure.

When he
effortlessly lifted himself out of the pool, she got a gander at the rest of
him. She wasn’t disappointed. His swim trunks weren’t board shorts or a
banana-hammock but somewhere in-between. They were navy blue and came down his
thighs a few inches. They would probably have covered him decently when dry but
right then they were soaking wet and as a result left very little to the
imagination. The merman in her pool was clearly packing some serious junk.

He inadvertently
gave Mona a good look at his rear view when he bent down to pick up a towel
from one of the poolside lounges. His broad shoulders tapered down to a tight
waist and an even tighter behind. Mona thought briefly about pulling out her
iPhone and taking a picture of that high, round butt. It deserved its own
Facebook page at the very least. But she restrained herself. She was a forty-year
old woman, not a teenager sneaking pictures of her latest crush. She needed to
handle this with dignity. And that meant stepping out from behind this tree and
meeting her fake husband.

Taking a deep
breath, she tried to remember all the things Nora, her therapist, had made her
do to overcome her shyness. One of those exercises had been starting a
conversation with a series of complete strangers. She had forced herself to
spend an entire afternoon on the patio of a local coffee shop, approaching people
like a friendly stray dog. It had been awful at first, but by the end of the
day she had started to realize that she didn’t have anything to fear from
anyone. The worst they could do was ignore her or maybe give her a strange
look. No one was going to call her names or torture her just because she asked
how their day was going. Her fear was ridiculous and illogical. That day she
had learned that acting confident was almost the same as actually being
confident.

So, she would
use the same approach here. If the worst case scenario happened and it became
obvious that he wasn’t attracted to her, she would call off the fantasy. As
simple as that. Miss Bright could keep the ten thousand dollars. It was a small
price to pay to avoid yet another regret. There was no way she was going
through with this unless this man sincerely wanted her. Now that she’d had a
taste of being genuinely desired she wouldn’t settle for anything less, even if
the alternative was dying a bitter old virgin spinster hag with twenty cats and
a porcelain doll collection from the Home Shopping Network.   

Pushing away
from the palm tree she’d been hiding behind, Mona pasted a big smile on her
face and dropped her shoes on the deck. They clattered on the stones and the
sound was loud enough to draw the attention of the man beside the pool. He turned
towards her and Mona was momentarily dumb-struck by the sheer beauty of his genuine
smile as he caught sight of her. Leaning down, he scooped up a pair of
dark-rimmed glasses and put them on to get a better look at her. If possible,
he was even more adorable with the glasses. They gave him a slightly geeky look
that she found infinitely appealing, especially when paired with the
jaw-dropping body.

“Darling, you’re
here. Finally.” With a whoop of undisguised joy, he strode across the deck
until he was standing directly in front of her. Without a single awkward
hesitation he picked her up easily and held her tight against his wet chest as
if they’d greeted each other this way a million times.

“Hi Clark,” she
said breathlessly, using the name Miss Bright had supplied. Mona’s purse
dropped to the pool-deck as she wrapped her arms around his neck to avoid
having them trapped between them. She hung onto his strong shoulders, quite
surprised at how comfortable it felt to be hugging this divine creature. He
felt like any other man, despite his god-like appearance.

“I’ve missed
you. Being here alone on our honeymoon, even for an hour, was torture.” He
tightened his grip on her and lifted her another few inches until her legs were
dangling more than a foot off the ground. “Say you’ll never let work get in the
way again, now that we’re married. Alright?”

Mona thought
about pointing out the fact that he’d actually appeared to be enjoying his solo
swim, but just nodded instead. His body was pressed against her from chest to
mid-thigh and it was difficult to concentrate with the scent of all that fresh
clean masculine flesh clouding her mind.