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CHAPTER FIVE
It was the middle of the night when I was carried to the plane on our way to the honeymoon. Omar had used me unlike he never had before. After he finished the first time, he hardened almost immediately and even though I’d protested and complained that I couldn’t again so soon, my pleas fell on deaf ears. I eventually passed out from the intensity of climaxes he commanded from my body. By the time he was finished with me, I was literally useless. My stockings were torn and ripped, and even the garter belt had been destroyed. My hair looked like a white trash trailer park after a tornado, and I didn’t even want to see what my eyes looked like. I’d not removed any of the dark, profuse makeup that Yasmin had applied, and I figured I might have looked like a raccoon at that point.
He’d obviously been longing to take me from on top, from his knees, and now that he was able, he’d played out every fantasy he must have had during our separation and his long recovery.
So now, I was as sore and used as he’d predicted, and I wondered how in the world I would be able to make love again anytime soon. I’d said as much when I woke up on the drive to the airfield, and he’d only given me an evil chuckle as response. Then he’d had Armand carry me to the big bed in the back of the plane and commanded me to go to sleep. We would be in the air for a few hours, and I had nothing at all to worry about, other than how I might be able to please him when we arrived.
I rolled my eyes and shrugged as I snuggled into the big bed and fine linens. I don’t even know where to begin when it comes to the joys of private jet travel. It is so incredibly wonderful, I could live in the sky and be perfectly content. The lull of the engines and the total privacy are indescribable. Even on this trip, apart from Armand who always stays in the front of the plane and the two pilots and one stewardess, it is just me and Omar for hours upon hours. I’ve come to relish travel as a new form of intense closeness. We can’t even be disturbed by servants or phone calls, and Omar usually spends the entire time with just me.
This trip was no exception. and after we took off, Omar joined me in the big bed and stripped down so we could cuddle naked. We slept, another intimacy I’d grown so addicted to, I found it difficult to sleep well when I was alone. He held me and we tangled our limbs together in a pretzel of body parts. I was so unbelievably content, I told him I wished we could spend the rest of our lives together, naked and in bed. He kissed my shoulder and said he would endeavor to make that happen.
“You are such a wonderful woman, my Anna. You delight me in untold ways. You please me immensely, and I am the proudest man on earth to be your husband.”
We landed when it was still dark outside, and I still had no idea where we were. I walked myself to the waiting limo and soon we were speeding through an old city with ancient, elaborate architecture and statuary. The sun was beginning to rise on the horizon, out in the ocean, so I knew we were near some sea. Sometimes when we rounded a corner, I would see the masts of sailboats moored in multiple inlet harbors. We continued to drive, and I watched the scenery and to try to figure out where we were.
I finally thought I had it, “Greece. Are we in Greece?”
Omar grinned, but shook his head. “Keep guessing, princess.”
The ocean began to reflect the rising sun, and soon I saw how blue-green the water was. So I figured it was the Mediterranean Sea, so I guessed again, “Croatia?” Although I doubted it and then confessed my total lack of knowledge when it came to geography outside of the United States.
As we traveled farther along the rugged coastline, I saw more and more stucco architecture. Also most of it was covered in flowering vines and roses and then suddenly I was sure. I proudly announced, “Italy?”
Omar gave me a proud expression and nodded once. “I own a villa on the peninsula. This time of year is the loveliest. I do believe you will enjoy swimming in the ocean.”
I clapped my hands and bounced in my seat. “Oh goody! Being married to you is so much fun!”
When we pulled into the long, winding, crushed seashell drive, I really shouldn’t have been overwhelmed with yet another display of Omar’s wealth, but I was. This estate, despite him calling it a Villa, was enormous and sat up on a cliff right at the water’s edge. There was a private beach below the veranda balcony, and a long, winding stairway carved into the rock surface of the cliff. The sparkling sapphire-emerald-turquoise ocean stretched on in every direction.
I let my appreciation overflow as I hugged and draped myself all over Omar on our way through the house. All of the servants and guards were already there, along with all of my luggage that Yasmin had so thoughtfully packed. Like I said, living this way was not a difficult transition to make!
“Can we swim?” I bubbled as I skipped through the massive covered center garden and fountains set in the middle of the sprawling home.
“Of course. You may do whatever you desire.”
I dashed to Omar and went on tiptoe, nibbling his lower lip. “Come with me? Wanna skinny dip?”
He gave it a good thought, and I waited. He surprised me with a slight grin and that look he gets that tells me he is having naughty thoughts. “I suppose I cannot tell you no, given it is our beach.”
I jumped up and down like a little girl and asked the nearest servant for towels. Grabbing Omar’s hand and dragging him towards the water. He chuckled, but followed, and soon we were navigating our way down the stairs to the white sand beach below. The water was incredibly warm as I dipped in a toe to test it. I wiggled as if I had a tail and then began to strip off my yoga pants and tee shirt I’d worn from the plane.
Normally, Omar preferred I wear dresses and heels and that I dress up each day. More so in fact than I’d ever dressed up my entire lifetime before him, combined! But he was understanding when I whined and said all I wanted was to be comfortable. He was even more understanding after he’d sated his thirst on my body for hours previous. So, undressing was easy, and within seconds I was nude and frolicking in the surf.
He took his time, carefully folding his slacks and shirt before setting them on a log near the steps. Then he strode to me at the water’s edge, and I went slack-jawed at his beauty. Especially noticing how masculine he was, even in his walk–how it seemed as if he commanded even the sand upon which he treaded. His long cock swayed as he walked towards me, and even though I was sore as hell, my body lubricated for him.
He stalled and admired me for long drawn out moments, and I didn’t move–couldn’t move because of the weight of his gaze and the simple fact that he filled, hardened and lifted just from looking at my naked body. He finally came to me and led me into the water and the small waves lapped around us and drew us ever outward, until we were finally treading water and gently rising and falling with the gentle swell.
“Anna, I know I often tell you how beautiful you are,” Omar said, “I will never cease telling you how you affect me and my body. As hard as I try, I cannot find the proper words for what you do to me–my heart, my body, my mind–this is what the greats have written about, and I never fully understood those poems and soliloquies until I met you. This is a tragic kind of love that can never be fully explained in words. Do you comprehend what this means?”
“Omar, I love you, too, and yes, I’ve tried to find words–there aren’t any. At least in my language there aren’t any. Yes, Omar, I feel exactly the same,” I replied.
He then said a word in Arabic, and it was beautiful the way he said it and the way it felt as if it were more than one simple word. “That my dear is our word for someone divinely touched, or an angel, or perfection–the way I see you.”
My chin quivered and I shook my head, all thoughts whooshing out of my mind and any words left, catching in my throat. He made a sound of need and dragged me to his still hard and jutting member. Within moments, he’d impaled his body into mine, sheathing himself inside me and stealing the last of my thoughts. I became nothing but his in that moment, and when we both climaxed together, simultaneously, we both gasped from the
intensity and depth of our connection.
CHAPTER SIX
