Shimmers of Pearl (The Pearl Trilogy, Part 3) (4 page)

I feel dizzy, nauseous, because my desire is as potent as his. I want to stay strong – I need to protect myself but all I can think of, right now, is ripping off my panties and spreading my legs for him. He’s so good looking and sexy that I’m melting before him like the pathetic ice cream cone that I am.
Where is my will power?

He edges closer to me, brushes his lips along my neck so I quiver with longing. I’m trying to hide my craving. He whispers in my ear “You have to trust me, baby. I don’t want Laura. I haven’t fucked Laura and I’m not living with her – that’s crazy, please believe me.”

“It’s not crazy! She said so. And I saw you with my own eyes at her house!”

“Well, she was talking nonsense. I just zipped by her house to drop something off.”

“Bullshit! You haven’t even called me, you haven’t picked up your cell – you’ve been avoiding me!”

His voice is gentle. “I haven’t called you because I knew you needed time to sort your head out. Let’s face it, Pearl, you were all over the place. You needed time alone to reflect; not only those nightmares and all that shit, but on the whole Sophie issue, which I hear is resolving itself nicely. She told me you bumped into each other.” He cups his large hand on my butt and I’m too mesmerized by him to move. “I didn’t get in touch, chérie, because things were too haywire.” He breathes into my ear and adds huskily, “But it’s been hell for me; I’ve missed you like crazy. You’re all I can think of night and day. I’m obsessed with you. I’ve been going around with a hard-on for two weeks. Please Pearl, calm me down. I feel like an animal – I need you – I need you, baby.”

My heart is racing and my stomach’s churning in nauseous waves. I’m so crazy about this man, it is literally making me feel sick. “You just want to fuck me and then go right back to Laura,” I spit out. “What were you doing bringing her that massive box? A gift, no doubt – perhaps a Kelly Bag?”

Squint lines radiate from his face as if he’s amused but he notices the set fury on my face and states quietly, “I was bringing Laura her books from my house in Provence, that’s all. You didn’t like them being there – I wanted to make you feel more at home.”

“That’s crap and you know it! Why didn’t you get Madame Menager to just Fedex them?”

“Because the last time I used Fedex, the package, which happened to be worth a lot of money, went AWOL for three weeks. Madame Menager had put Royaume Uni on the address and it went back and forth to Romania three times – they used the first two letters, the RO. Customer service in France is a disaster -I didn’t want to risk it. I needed to pop by my house – the pool’s being worked on - so I picked up the books while I was at it.”

“Why was it gift-wrapped, then?”

“The hotel did that. I’d bought some cashmere scarves and things that I was going to have sent to my mother, so they took the liberty of wrapping the box of books, obviously assuming it was also a gift.”

I flinch and eye him suspiciously. I so want to believe him. “That doesn’t explain all the information Laura has about me. How did she know about me and Alessandra Demarr? Laura said nasty things to me, Alexandre. That you think I’m a ‘loony’ with a ‘slutty past’ – she knows stuff about me that only you could have told her.” I push my hands fiercely at his chest to shove him away but another rush of desire floods through me when I touch him - that chest, those abs and his smooth skin.

“She said
what?
I sure as hell didn’t say any of those things. How could I say them when I don’t even
think
them?”

“Well, you told her about Alessandra!”

“No, I didn’t.”

“Well someone did and it wasn’t Sophie and it wasn’t Alessandra and it wasn’t me.
You
are the only other person that knows.”

“This is insane!”

“That’s why it’s time for you to leave now, please. I don’t ever, ever want to see you again. Please exit from my loony, lesbian, slutty-past life.”

He holds my shoulders. There is no point trying to push him away – he’s too solid, too strong, too determined.

His eyes flit about as if recalling something. “Alessandra must have said something to Sophie, maybe to rile her up, it doesn’t make sense—”

“No, Sophie doesn’t know - if she did she would have hardly upgraded my plane ticket to first class. Please go now, Alexandre.”

“She didn’t upgrade you. I did.”

“Did Sophie tell you my flight time?”

“She did, but I knew it already.”

“What? How? You’re spying on me?”

His mouth tips up crookedly as if he wants to smile but he stops himself. “Was it comfortable enough for you in First?”

“Yes, thank you for the upgrade, but I would have been quite happy in Economy had I known it was you and there were strings attached and that you were stalking me.”

His mouth is tilted into a very subtle smirk when he tells me, “I know, it was wrong of me, baby. It’s something I would never normally do – I respect people’s privacy. But I was worried about you; I just wanted to know your whereabouts, just in case.” He steps closer and murmurs, “Anyway, deep down inside, you secretly like me keeping an eye on you Pearl, admit it.”

It’s true, I do like the fact that he’s been thinking about me and wanting to know where I am. But the question is, why? What does he want from me? I glare at him and say, “Stalking me - but with only one thing in mind - to get into my panties when it’s actually
Laura
you want to be with.” The idea that he desires me so much physically is a real turn-on. I try to hide it with my furious scowl but what’s going on down south of the border is giving me away – even if only to myself.

He flings his arms in the air with exasperation. Boy he’s a good actor. “I do not fucking well want to be with Laura! I want to be with
you.
I want to marry
you.
Please, baby – I’ll get to the bottom of this; something strange is going on. I’ll talk to Laura—”

“Oh yes, I
bet
you will.”

He lays a hand gently on my shoulder and tells me quietly. “Pearl, chérie. I love you. I’ve missed you so much. I
love
you;
you
are the only woman I want.”

I shrug my shoulder to shake off his hand and roll my eyes in disbelief like a sulky teenager.

He roars at me, “You
have
to believe me!” The neighbors would have heard that outburst, for sure.

Something about his hot-blooded anger, not only tickles me, but jolts me into action. I do want to trust him and in that split second, I decide that I have to let him hold me, at least one more time, even if he is lying. I can’t stand being in The Desert. I need him, his touch, his breath on mine. I
need
to believe his lies.

I stand there weakly, succumbing to him as he unzips my jeans and puts his hand down into my panties, pushing his finger into my soaking wet opening. He scoops me up in his arms and says, “That’s it, you want this as much as I do. No more games, Pearl.”

He takes me into the bedroom and throws me onto the soft mattress, his massive bulge flexing through his elegant pants.

“What if I said ‘no’, what if I said I couldn’t do this?” I mumble, only too aware that I can’t resist him, knowing this whole Laura issue will have to sit on the back burner because I can’t hold out anymore.

“Then I’d know you’d be lying,” he rumbles, casting off his tailored jacket and unbuttoning his beautiful, bespoke pants.

I gasp at his size – his raging angry cock wants all of me – I start to frantically pull off my jeans and panties. I too, feel like an animal. I lie there thrashing about the bed - wanton like some Babylon whore, my legs spread wide. “Fuck me, Alexandre, please,” I whisper – “I need you, all of you. Fuck me.”

“You bet I’ll fuck you.” He licks his lips lasciviously, crawls between my legs, laying his naked body on top of me. He’s beautiful – how I’ve missed this. His dark floppy hair, his lean, sexy body, his flashing green eyes wanting me, needing me. But I suddenly feel as if I’ve been too easy, so I close my legs – a bit late, I know, but I need to show some semblance of pretense – so I squeeze them together to try and make myself seem less like a cat in heat. A ridiculous attempt to gain back a sprinkling of dignity.

His strength overpowers me – he knows I want this as much as he does. His mouth is on mine, his tongue probing me as growls are rumbling from his throat “Don’t suddenly play the chaste damsel in distress with me, Pearl. I know what you want, chérie. You want me to fuck your brains out.”

He eases his hard erection between my unyielding thighs and I close myself tightly around him, still feigning the ‘hard to get’ female. But within seconds I’m whimpering with pleasure. He doesn’t slam himself inside me, which is what I’m expecting, but starts fucking my clit.
Oh my God
…it feels out of this world. He’s not even an inch in but just ramming me back and forth, pummeling me there on my sweet spot – why haven’t we tried this position before? This is amazing. I’m groaning, thrusting myself at him as I sense my wetness pool with arousal.

“Alexandre, this is…wow…oh my
God
!”

His hands are clutching my hair as he fucks my clit over and over and over, groaning with each thrust, his mouth on mine, his tongue searching my tongue, tangling and lashing at each other as his cock thrashes my clit relentlessly. I always thought it ridiculous when I read about women being ‘pounded’ to orgasm but I think it’s about to happen. The rhythmic sliding, up and down has me on the edge. I don’t want to climax because this feels so fucking amazing that I want it to last forever – it’s
so
hot, s
o
sexy,
so
incredible - but I open my legs a touch because my body is doing its own thing. He goes in further. He hits the perfect spot and that’s it. Yes, Pearl Robinson is being ‘pounded’ to orgasm.

“Alexandre…aaahhhh” I can hardly say his name as his mouth is hungrily all over mine. “I’m coming…oh wow, I’m coming really hard.”

I can feel my slickness oozing through the core of me as spasms overtake the center of my body. He fastens his mouth on my throat and sucks, also changing the angle of his hips as the root of his erection presses into some other magical spot and I feel another wave crash through me. He pushes my thighs apart with his knees and I’m wide open – my nails scraping his back as my orgasm flutters down from its peak. He rams himself into me, filling me with his immense size and I cry out, desperate for the whole of him.

He’s growling like a lion, really ‘fucking my brains out’ – it’s true, I am no longer coherent. He’s now nipping my neck, covering me with ravenous wet kisses, pumping me deep, ruthlessly – both his hands are cupping my ass tightly as he thrusts me rhythmically, bringing me as close to his groin as possible with his grip. My hands rake down his back and claw down onto his butt as I bring my legs up and wrap them around his neck. He’s in so deep now, it hurts, but I’m relishing the sweet, sharp pain as he pumps his thick length into my womb.

“I. Love. Fucking. You.” His mantra is almost cruel, punctuated with each thrust. “So. Fucking. Wet. So Fucking. Horny. My cock thinks about you. All…Day. Long. All. Fucking. Day. Long. Your. Wet. Pearlette. Your. Tight. Horny. Pussy. Always ready to be…Fucked. By. Me.”

Our mouths are frantic, tongues lashing out at each other, licking all over, biting, sucking. This is not love-making, this is dirty carnal sin. It’s verging on painful but I want it this way. I want to feel him. To own him. Laura doesn’t elicit this kind of desire from him. I do. I’m his addiction. I’m his drug.

“Why did you leave me?” I murmur as he rams all of himself mercilessly into me. “Why didn’t you phone?” I push my butt up higher as my ankles close fast about his neck.

He pulls almost all the way out, tantalizingly slowly. “Because you needed to know how much you wanted me. And I needed to have you desperate for me.” He’s licking my tongue, speaking only between kisses which are carnal pools of frantic desire.

“I am desperate,” I breathe.

He slams back into me. “I know - your body’s telling me. Do you think about sex with me all day long, Pearl?”

“Yes.” He pulls out teasingly slowly. Sooo slowly.

“Are you cured of your penis phobia?” He thrusts himself in really deep and hard. I groan. I feel so dominated. Then he eases a tiny way out and speeds up, circling his hips.
Oh yes. Oh yes
.

I can hardly speak but burble, “Yes, I’m over it. At least
you
override any hang-ups I have. You…” His movements are doing things to my brain, I can hardly get the words out….“You are different. You…
oh, God,
I need you Alexandre.”

He slams himself all the way in, brutally. “I know you do. And I need you to need me. Are you done with your lesbian fantasy, too?”

“No, I’ll never be done with lesbian fantasies,” I tease.

His growl is deep with appreciation with what I’ve just said. “Tell me…tell me, baby, what you did with Alessandra,” he asks gyrating his hips again. I can feel how thick he’s getting, feel him spreading inside me even more, filling my walls.

“I kissed a girl and I liked it.”

“Oh yeah – tell me more.”

I raise my butt up a touch so he’s in even deeper. “She licked her tongue in between my legs – she made me come.”

“Like I’m coming now, baby. Oh fuck this is intense!” He rams himself hard up inside me and I feel a scalding rush of cum shoot into my womb – profound and powerful. Then he thrusts again and I sense another charge of semen burst deep within me. “Aah,” he’s moaning and crying out. “Jesus, Pearl, only you can do this to me. Fuck!” He’s groaning as if in pain.

We remain like that for a good five minutes and then he pulls out, very slowly. I lie there, still doubled up, my butt in the air. There’s a marsh between my legs – it’s seeping everywhere. Slowly I stretch myself out but Alexandre’s arms are wrapped about me so I can’t escape.

He’s stroking me gently, running his fingertips along the curve of my ass. I’m no longer being devoured but savored. “Your skin is so soft and flawless, Pearl, so beautiful. You’re intoxicating…really…I just can’t get enough of you.”