The Billionaire's Second Chance (18 page)

Shannon had been a helpless innocent, having been not much more than kissed when she landed her African fellowship, even though she was three years into her college experience. Being raised by older parents and surrounded her entire childhood and youth by the types of nerdy geeks and super serious academics who made up her family’s circle of friends and associates, she was without sophistication when it came to guy girl matters. 

In fact, before meeting Nick and experiencing the sensation of being totally  swept away by longing and urges which she couldn’t even name, Shannon’s only previous foray into sexual awareness occurred during one of those ghastly seven minutes in heaven encounters which she found repulsive and undignified.  Being pawed at and slobbered over, even if it had been with a very cute, quite popular and not at-all-nerdy college
jock
had been a horrendous experience.

Even then Shannon was searching for something deeper, something more meaningful than what some 18 year old footballer with clumsy hands and a slimy tongue could offer. She needed to feel things.  Needed to immerse herself in the sensations which came with the opening of the senses.  Wham bam was just never going to be her style.

Nick was a pirate by nature.  Setting a course, negotiating ever-changing conditions, altering tactics to meet every situation, relentlessly plundering whatever she was willing to give. He’d seemed as taken with her as she’d been charmed by him. By the time an opportunity arose which would find them traveling away from the project to escort some important diplomats and business leaders to one of the coastal cities after a tour of their locale, Nick and Shannon had been ardent lovers in all but deed.

To say they’d jumped at the chance to leave behind their primitive accommodations for a spell and enjoy some modern conveniences was an understatement.  At least that’s how it looked to their envious project-mates; as if they couldn’t wait to get a soft bed, a television and an iced drink when in fact what was actually happening was a heart pounding awareness that being away and in a metropolitan city would also mean they’d be alone.  In private.  Away from prying eyes, protocols and judgments.  A time out of time when they could at long last feed the long denied urges of frustrated lovers.

They’d had a jolly time with their travelling companions on the way to their destination with Shannon providing the nuanced interpretation and translation needed with this diverse group of important people while Nick managed the logistics and details in that take charge way he had which she found rather compelling. He was magnificent when he was calling the shots.

The chief diplomat on the fact-finding adventure had been charmed by Shannon’s impeccable lady-like presence and the facile way she had of bringing them all together despite the language and cultural barriers present. As a special thank-you he’d arranged for them to have the use of a guest home his family maintained in the hills above the port city where they ended their journey. Quite proud of the modernization of their family getaway he told them enthusiastically of the beautiful scenery, the comfortable décor, the fabulous kitchen and the magnificent bath house.  Nick and Shannon could barely contain their excitement at being given access to such a fabulous opportunity.

Expecting to have gotten stuck in one of the bland hotels catering to westerners, but nonetheless grateful that they’d be able to enjoy a slice of normalcy in private, it was a thrilling moment when after following some interesting verbal directions Nick found their way to a white washed bungalow in the hills with a spectacular view of the ocean and an opportunity for complete privacy neither had anticipated.

Once inside the lovely home they’d giggled and laughed excitedly over simple things such as the running water, electricity, AIR CONDITIONING and a real kitchen.  But it was the wet room which impressed them both.  Full of youthful zeal Shannon had rocketed into action and playfully pushed him from the room declaring that a shower and tons of unlimited hot water took precedent over everything else. It was a cute memory which brought a delicate smile to Shannon’s face.

Sometime later Shannon had emerged dressed in a pale colored sundress which seemed to make Nick’s usually fluent tongue dessert him.  Used to seeing her in jeans or khaki shorts and utilitarian t-shirts he appeared mesmerized by her feminine dress.

Deep in reverie, Shannon refreshed the warm water and some of the foamy suds as she continued allowing her mind to replay this moment from the past.  Nick had found all sorts of food items and supplies graciously provided by their hosts from which he created an improvised tapas tray to feed both their bodies and their senses.

They sat there, side by side, cross-legged and relaxed on the beautiful terrace under a magnificent pergola which shaded them from the late afternoon sun enjoying being together as they talked, ate and fed each other into the early evening.  She’d thought that time magical.  They’d connected on so many levels and she knew that she would never find another to his equal.  He was a man amongst men and she yearned for his possession and all which that meant.

He understood as did she that they would be lovers at last this evening and seemed to be doing everything he could to draw out the preliminaries, making every aspect of their time together special and meaningful.

“You smell delicious little one.” he’d told her in a husky voice which thrilled her to no end. “I want to taste every inch of you, lick the softness of your skin,
and kiss
you stupid.” he said. “I have never wanted anything more than I want to make love to you now”.

Moving over her where she reclined on her side, half supported by her forearm he pressed her back amongst the mounds of pillows they’d gathered and fixed her with a look which was so hot as to nearly burn the clothes right off her trembling body.

“We are meant to be together like this Shannon. You belong to me and you’ll know the truth of that statement when I’m buried deep in your body. I’ve wanted you for months; you’ve haunted my dreams and shaken my waking life with your desire for me.  You
do
want me don’t you Shannon?  Want me to possess every part of you.” this last said as his head finally descended and crushed her lips under his in a kiss which fanned the flames of their long checked desire; unleashing her response in a superheated mating of mouths and dueling tongues as he took her on a breathtaking journey of heart-stopping eroticism while all they were doing was kissing.

Nothing which had ever come before had prepared Shannon for the aching emptiness in her core
and
desperate response to his touch as he continued to drive her to the point of no return with his hungry mouth.  His hands began a slow motion exploration with
fingers
running down her face
,
drawing them with infinite slowness across her neck to linger at her collar bone in that spot which he kn
ew cried out for his attention.
If he left her mouth long enough to place his lips in that spot nipping, licking, sucking and at times biting the soft pliant skin he found there
,
she’d go up in flames.

Knowing that wherever th
eir
sensual journey took them on this special night, they would at long last be lovers as well as friends, made Shannon shiver in anticipation as there would be no interruptions, no pulling away when things got too heated. They were free to fully explore the passion exploding around them.

His firm, warm touch slowly moved in a straight line down her chest making he moan in disappointment when his fingers left skin and encountered the fabric of her dress. That sound of disappointment and need which rose from somewhere deep inside her acted like a match held to dry timber for in the next second his usual control seemed to vanish.  He suddenly stopped kissing her and drew back fixing her smoky, passion-fueled stare with his, letting her know in no uncertain terms what was going to happen between them.  His eyes glittered with sharp need and a twinkle of satisfaction at the way his simple caress had her writhing and quaking.

With slightly trembling hands he had yanked down the top of her strapless sundress going silent and still as he took in the sight of her naked, voluptuous breasts tipped with beading pink nipples which stated loud and clear the level of her excitement. Her restless hands were stroking up and down his rock hard arms, tracing his biceps and relishing the strength she found there.

With a reverent caress he cupped first one plump orb and then the other, shaping them to his greedy touch and memorizing curves. Leaning down he had snaked a wet and lascivious caress with his tongue against first one nipple and then the other before pulling that second tiny nub into his mouth; suckling deeply at her breast making sensual snuffling sounds as his mouth greedily devoured her flesh.

He must have suddenly remembered they were outside
as
he’d had the good sense to quickly gather her in his more than capable arms and stride with determination toward the beautiful master suite with its massive wooden bed hung with a soft gauze fabric shot with golden threads that shimmered in the deepening twilight.

Letting her slide down his body she gasped in heated awareness when she felt the unmistakable bulge of his erection straining against his jeans as her body slithered to a halt once her feet hit the floor. Without hesitating for a second he reached for the zipper on the back of her dress and had it pooled at her feet with just the flick of his capable fingers.

Bright slashes of color highlighted his prominent cheekbones making his usually scraggly half beard even more appealing.  His long blonde hair fell to his wide shoulders though the dimples she loved to see were hiding under a mouth made taut by desire.

One of Shannon’s few female indulgences was an appreciation for ultra-feminine lingerie and though she normally existed in utilitarian underwear suitable for the type of work they did, even to the back roads of a third world country
she
had been sure to bring several sets of silk, satin
and lace which while not
particularly racy had seemed decadently sexy when she‘d put them on earlier; having had the foresight to pack them and the cute sundress for their unexpected journey.

She stood there clad only in a tiny pair of pink silk panties which were so delicate as to be almost see-thru; watching in fascination as his eyes took in the alluring vision she hoped she was creating.   She wanted to please him, wanted to be the confident sexy woman she thought he deserved.

She also wanted him to touch her.  Wanted him to put his hands on her, everywhere and never stop touching her, but for these few seconds she stood immobile under his gaze reveling in his intoxicating male response to the sight of her near nakedness. She knew flutters of satisfaction at his obvious pleasure in her, remembered feeling drunk with female power, sure in the knowledge that this beautiful man to whom she was entrusting her body, heart and soul was overcome with passion for her and her alone.

Surprising herself she reached out with sure hands, her eyes never leaving his, and rather nimbly undid the buttons on his shirt revealing his upper body, tanned and incredibly muscled
,
making her mouth water with a new found desire to taste him. With his chest fully exposed to her gaze she used slightly trembling fingers to lightly trace all that she had uncovered, laying her palms flat against his heated skin where she picked on the thump,  thump, thump of his heart. She slid her hands up to his broad shoulders and removed the open shirt from him in one easy swoop.  He was magnificent, tall, wide, pumped up.

They stood there in a silence of desire, eyes devouring the other in the deepening shadows of their exotic love nest lit only by two soft low lamps on either side of the enormous bed. She could have looked at him like that forever, bare chested, the top button of his jeans undone, a furrow of light brown hair forming a perfect complement to his broad
,
powerful torso as it narrowed on the downward slide of her gaze before disappearing into the gaping waist band below his navel on the most perfectly sculpted physique she could ever have dreamed of. He was, simply put, magnificent.

The growing bulge under a straining zipper added to the roguish charm along with his long sandy blonde hair, three day beard and sexy glittering eyes blazing with desire for her.  The mouth-watering picture she created in her mind’s eye was complete and devastating
ly
accurate even many years later. In that moment she wanted him with a certainty that made her fearless and more confident than she had ever been before.

He surprised her by turning her around and stepping close enough that she could feel the heat coming off of him. Not knowing what to expect next she was
surprised
when he simply removed the tie which held her long hair in a loose heavy plait hanging half-way down her back.  Then
,
oh so slowly, with his heat and desire making her skin prickle from frustrated awareness, he unbound the long braid until finally using his fingers to comb through her masses of hair; massaging her scalp before gathering handfuls of hair to flow over a shoulder exposing her back and neck.

He moved even closer then and she was instantly aware that somewhere in the delicious haze of sensory awareness they’d just shared he had managed to remove his jeans. His hands were gripping the tops of her arms and his chest seemed just an inch away from her back. It was the heat from his body and the firm, pulsing erection bulging from the front of his cotton shorts which pressed against her silk clad bottom that wiped all coherent thought from her brain. The man was sex on two legs and as he held her close, but not close enough, Shannon had whimpered quietly with an intense longing the likes of which she’d never experienced before.