Love Unmatched (4 page)

"Okay." I threaded my fingers through her hair. I loved the feel of her hair against my hands; it was so soft and silky.

She slowly pulled herself out of my hold and walked towards the bathroom. I waited for her to come out in a bathrobe with a towel wrapped around her head before I went in to freshen up.

After taking a ten minute shower, I rushed out of the door. Sedona was not getting any rest tonight. She kept teasing me all day and I had reached my boiling point. The lights in our suite were dimmed and the sound that filled the room was soft, sensual and get-me-in-the-mood kind of music.
Shit
. I didn’t need any more of that. I had been in the mood for her for several hours.

I looked towards the bed, and what I saw was something I had never thought of in my wildest dreams.

*****

Sedona

Before I bought this outfit at the store I had to think two, maybe three, times about it. This was definitely not me. I was a soft, sweet lingerie kind of girl - baby doll sets, lacy camisoles, and teddies. I’ve learned how to use my feminine charms to keep my man interested in bed. Not that Zander needed any additional motivations. Zander said that his favorite outfit of mine was my birthday suit.

My hesitation came from the fact that the straps on this outfit were a little much, but I wanted to see how Zander would react when he saw me in this.

When he came out of the bathroom, the towel draped around his lean, hard abs slid down his hips and onto the floor. His body never failed to make me drool. Even after all this time, just seeing his ripped arms, toned biceps, and hard chest made my wet state even worse. He was all mine.

His reaction was one for the books. His eyes were surprised at first, and then he stalked towards the bed with a mission.

He was a man who had just found his prey. His arousal radiated in waves. He had been emitting a lot of sexual tension throughout the day. Zander was coiled up like a hose, ready to spring loose at any time. I sensed it in the touches that he was giving me during the plane ride; the heat that emanated from his breath whenever he leaned in close to me and the hardness in his jeans whenever he pressed up against me. He was not going to give me any rest tonight.

He hissed, "This is definitely a surprise." He scooted towards me on the bed.

He traced the soft leather straps that crisscrossed around my stomach and trailed kisses across the leather bustier that encapsulated my breasts.

"Do you like it?" I asked huskily.

His eyes were molten and his gaze burned through me. "Like it?" He grabbed my right hand and guided it to the proof of his naked arousal. He felt so hard, ready to attack.

"Oh, you definitely like it," I groaned.

He lightly traced the studs in the leather straps across my nipples. The leather was surprisingly soft against my skin. When Zander pinched the leather stud that housed my nipple I felt the shock wave ripple through my body.

He kissed me on my mouth and teased me with his tongue. He still hadn't touched me anywhere south of my breasts. His hands roamed around my neck to my sides and finally to my hips. He was worshipping me with his touch.

His head went lower and lower. When his mouth was in line with my thighs, he asked me to open up for him. I gently spread my legs apart.

Two sharp intakes of breath escaped him. "Fuck, babe. It's crotchless."

"Uh-huh." I lifted my hips up to offer myself to him. He nibbled on me gently. Then he started flicking his tongue in and out. I bucked against him and almost came. He slowly slid a finger inside me while his mouth continued to lick me.

"I need more," I begged. He added another finger.

He alternated the motions of his tongue against me and his fingers inside of me. His other hand was massaging my left breast. I was completely lost in the sensations he was giving me. He knew just where to touch me, how to set me off.

"Ah, baby, I'm coming!" I couldn't help it. The combination of his mouth and his fingers should be illegal.

He positioned himself on top of me and spread my legs even wider. When he entered me I was slick with my own juices. He set up a slow, steady rhythm, pumping in and out of me. His eyes were open the whole time. He was looking at me with unfulfilled desire and passion.

I grabbed his head and kissed his mouth that was filled with the evidence of my arousal. He picked up speed, desperately trying to find his own fulfillment.

"Come inside me," I whimpered, because my body was starving for him.

"How much do you want me?" His eyes were molten.

"A lot."

He placed a finger on me and rubbed circles around me. "Do you want to come again?" His voice was strained.

"Ah," I groaned. "That feels so good."

"You feel so good," he moaned.

"Give it to me, baby. I need it hard.”

"Harder?"

"Yes."

He was now furiously pumping in and out of me. His breath came in gasps and his body was lined with sweat.

"Ah, babe. I'm coming!" he exclaimed as I felt his release inside of me.

“That was amazing,” he said, with his eyes shining with contentment. He shifted our position to where my back was now spooned against his chest while his fingers formed and rubbed circles against my arms. He didn’t break the connection between us. He remained inside of me.

From time to time he lightly massaged my stomach. “We have something of us growing in there.”

I smiled, taking in his masculine scent. “Yes, your DNA and my DNA are forming this perfect little creature right now. I wonder which of our gene’s going to be the dominant and the recessive one?”

He moved inside of me and I felt him get harder. “I love it when you talk dirty to me.”

I moved my hips a little, just a wiggle, and turned my head to look at his face.

His eyes turned darker. “You want to go for another round?”

I pushed my butt against him and moved my hips, giving him my approval with my body.

He circled his fingers around my breast again.

“You haven’t even removed my outfit yet,” I said in a weak complaint.

He slowly skimmed a finger inside the bustier. “You are so fucking sexy,” he grunted.

“Oh yeah?” I asked, my breath hot, hitched, and needy. I moved against him, feeling that he was ready to go again.

“Ah,” he groaned. “Keep going.”

I felt him get harder and bigger inside of me once more. He was slipping because of the combination of our juices from earlier.

He used his hand to guide himself all the way in and set up a rhythm. Before long I screamed into my climax and he grunted his own release.

That night he made love to me three more times, all without removing the leather outfit. It was definitely worth the buy.

*****

The rest of our stay was amazing.

I had such a fun time spending time with my girlfriends. We went snorkeling, swimming, and whale watching. We also spent a lot of time soaking up the sun. Zander spent his days with the guys. He told me that they went kayaking, kite boarding, and surfing.

One morning, while I was sitting at the hotel lobby with Tanya, I eyed all the guys. They were dressed in board shorts, t-shirts, and beach sandals. Xavier was the tall, relaxed, dark-haired, green-eyed surfer boy. John was all shaggy blonde hair and bulging pecs. Dom had that beefy, bald-headed look that screamed Vin Diesel. And Zander, oh boy, there were no words to describe my man. I clamped my legs shut upon remembering what his gorgeous lips did to me last night.

They were waiting for the shuttle to take them to a zip lining adventure. They were all extremely attractive guys, in their own ways. They must have left tons of women in Maui hyperventilating, especially when they were in their trunks.

I was lucky that I was still able to wear my two piece bikinis. I had become hyper-aware of my burgeoning stomach, so I used sarongs as cover-ups after eating a heavy breakfast or lunch. Tanya had commented, “Girlfriend, if everyone looked as good as you while they were pregnant, they would probably be pregnant most of the time.” She knew how to lift my spirits, especially since I had a few bouts of morning sickness earlier that day. Zander was there to help me through every puking episode. He had a warm towel and a cold soda waiting for me during the few times when my stomach rebelled against me.

Zander’s friends were really funny. They never failed to crack me up. On the third day of our vacation we had hung out by the pool after breakfast. Nalee, Tanya, and I were applying sunscreen onto each other’s backs while lounging on the chairs. Xavier and Dom started taking pictures. Xavier was probably snapping shots of Nalee’s petite beauty in a red bikini. The two of them had been hanging out a lot during the trip, and Zander had mentioned that Xavier was really interested in her. His interest was not lost on Nalee, because she was sending
come get me
looks at Xavier the whole time.

Dom said, as he kept clicking on his phone camera, “These will definitely be my reminders of girls gone wild in Maui.”

Zander heard him. He stopped throwing the frisbee in the pool with John. “You better be taking shots only of my woman’s face or I will plaster your face up the wall.”

Dom just shrugged his shoulders. “Sure. I only took one shot of her face,” he added, while winking at me, “and plenty of her rockin’ body!”

The girls and I giggled. Zander ended up dunking Dom’s face in the pool and they forgot about the pictures.

Moments like these made me reflect on how wonderful our lives were. We had the best set of friends. We were all going to be separated after this to pursue our own careers. But I had a strong feeling that our friendship would withstand the test of time. I wished Kieran was here with us. He was busy working towards his Olympic dreams and I couldn’t begrudge him for that.

The day before we had to leave the island, Zander wanted to spend the whole day with me,
alone
. The past nights had been filled with intense lovemaking and over-the-top sexual scenarios. I was a fully satisfied woman. Judging from the wide smiles on Zander’s face, I knew he was a contented man.

We started the day with breakfast at a lodge. I couldn’t eat much because I was feeling slightly queasy that morning, but he fed me bites of toast and crackers. After breakfast we drove around the Road to Hana.

The scenery was beautiful. The views of the cliffs and the waterfalls ran for miles and miles. It was truly breathtaking. Mother Nature at its finest. Zander was careful in navigating the turns during the drive because of the sharp curves and one way bridges. When we finally stopped at a local beach near our hotel, I was embraced in his arms for a long time. We both soaked in the magnificent scenery of the Pacific Ocean in front of us. It was close to evening time. The sun’s rays were turning into a kaleidoscope of red and orange hues along the horizon.

“I love you,” he said, holding my hand as we treaded along the beach. We were at a tourist spot; tons of people milled around us.

I halted my steps and glanced up at his serene, calm face. His eyes reflected the blue-green ocean water and I replied, “I love you more.”

He smiled, his eyes flickering slightly. “Not possible.”

“Let’s go in there.” He pointed at a quaint boutique shop, with a sign that said
Maui’s Finest
. It looked like a place that sold touristy items.

I got excited. “Oh yes! I haven’t gotten any shot glasses yet.” Shot glasses were my favorites. I had a collection of them. I was now up to number sixty one. When Zander and I finally moved in together I was going to have that display case transferred from my dad’s house to our place.