Asia tightened her grip on Rico’s head and she pulled down on the other side of the blouse. Her other nipple was ready and eagerly awaiting attention. Gripping the back of his head with both her hands she pulled, none gently, until his face hovered over her br**sts, his lips so close that his breath warmed her ni**les. She pulled his head down and he opened his mouth to take the distended member into his mouth.
Asia groaned and threw her head back, transported to a place where all she could do was succumb to the waves of euphoria that washed over her. As he pinched and rolled her ni**les with her lips and tongue she clung to him, pressing his face into her br**sts, her hand a vise that ensured he could not move away if he tried.
Finally, her br**sts soothed, she pulled his head away and applying pressure, she moved his face toward hers. He came willingly and immediately covered her lips with his.
But she wanted more. She wanted to dominate this man, make him understand that she was in charge. In all her interactions with him she’d been cool, she’d been calm, she’d been collected - the consummate professional. But now it was time to show Rico Megalos the real Asia Miller. She’d had enough of keeping the tigress inside her in check.
With their lips still joined Asia wrapped her arms around Rico and tilted her body, nudging him until he was forced to roll over onto his back. Then she was on top, taking control of the kiss. This time it was her tongue that probed his mouth, tasting then plundering with a passion that left them both panting.
“Mon Dieu, who are you?” Rico said between breaths as he stared up at her.
She slid her fingers through his hair and chuckled. “It’s still me, Rico, but now I can be free.” She looked away from him and out over the stretch of sandy beach. “Out here it’s just you, me and the island creatures. There’s no need to be politically correct. Here I can just be me.”
When she looked back at him a slow smile was spreading across his face. “I’m liking this new Asia Miller,” he said and raised his hand to slide his fingers into her hair. “So bold,” he whispered, “and so beautiful.” Then he cupped her head and pulled it down to give her a kiss so full of passion that all she could do was melt into him.
Then she pulled back, wanting to regain the upper hand. She had to diffuse his sexual tension, make him relax again so she could rule. She’d try humor. “So then I’ll say, so reckless,” and she gave him a peck on the cheek, “and so young.”
He laughed at that. “So we’re speaking soap opera now? Please, no. I don’t even watch those things.”
She put her lips close to his ear. “Maybe you should. You’d be surprised at what you could learn about love.”
Rico shook his head and gave her a fake frown. “Are you saying I’m not adequate in the love department? Are you insulting me, Mademoiselle Asia Miller?”
“Not at all,” she said, smiling down at him. “I’m just telling you, you have a lot to learn.”
“What?” He gave her a look of indignation then his face softened in a smile. “And are you going to be the one to teach me?”
“That depends.”
“On what?”
“On whether or not you can follow instructions. To the letter.” She gave him a mischievous smile and when he responded with a look of bewilderment she couldn’t help laughing.
“You know, you are such a-”
“Weirdo?” she asked, cutting him off.
“I was going to say, a mystery. I still can’t believe you’re the same Asia Miller I met that day back in August.”
“I know," she said with a teasing smile. “Weird, isn’t it?”
“No, not weird but…confusing.” He tilted his head as he looked up at her. "It’s as if, once the bun came down and you let your hair fall free, a totally new Asia was born.”
“Well,” she said, rolling off him, “the question is, do you like the new Asia.” She lay down beside Rico, closed her eyes, and drew in a deep breath of salty air. She almost didn’t want to hear his answer. What if he hated who she really was? What if he preferred the demure, unflappable Asia she’d projected for her professional world? She bit her lip and waited, not wanting to breathe till he’d given his verdict.
She felt him move beside her and knew that he’d shifted from his back and onto his side. He was staring down at her. She could feel it. And still she did not open her eyes.
“Asia,” he said quietly. “Look at me.”
Slowly she exhaled and opened one eye to peer up at him, then the other. She remained silent.
“I love the new Asia Miller,” he said. “This is the Asia I want.”
He’d said love. Okay, so he didn’t really mean love as in, ‘in love’. It was just a figure of speech but still, it had sounded darned good.
The tension in her dissolved and she gave him a wide smile. Then she began to giggle. She couldn’t help it.
He frowned down at her. “Now don’t tell me there’s a third Asia Miller in there somewhere, a can’t-stop-giggling one?”
“Oh, shut up,” she said and gave him a light punch on the arm. He’d already made her day and there was nothing he could say that would spoil it.
In fact, she’d even dare to say nothing could happen that day that could dampen her mood. Asia rolled away and hopped onto her feet. “Come on. Time to go explore the island."
“Yes, boss,” Rico said in a teasing tone then got up to stand by her. “I’ll be your tour guide,” he said with a flourish. “And now if you’ll just follow me.” They set off along the beach toward a tiny river that flowed into the sea. As they strolled along Rico pointed out various trees that lined the sand and told her their names. He was even able to identify many of the shrubs along the seacoast. Asia listened intently, surprised at his knowledge of the flora of the island.
They got to the river and Asia realized that it was really no more than a stream. They took off their sandals and waded barefoot through the water which was almost ice-cold.