Chapter 30 Continued

The moon had followed them across the Atlantic, it was still late when they landed. Terry gave the taxi driver the address; it pulled up by a pair of large 6-foot high wooden gates flanked by an eight-foot high wall. Terry pulled out an electronic key pad and pressed a button. The gates swung silently open as lights switched on to illuminate the stone block drive. The taxi drove forward stopping in front of a double garage, to the left he could see the doorway to the villa slightly obscured by palms.

Terry ran to open the door, then waited while he paid off the taxi.

He carried the cases up to her.

“You have to carry me over the threshold,” she chuckled.

When he set her down she said, “Leave the cases here darling we can see to them tomorrow.” She led him upstairs to their bedroom, not bothering with the light she said “Let’s go to bed.”

By the time he shed his cloths she was lying on the bed, naked, waiting.

It was if a tsunami had hit them, lifting them up and crashing them down, only to be lifted again as their bodies met. Terry screamed at his first touch, tears of joy flowing down her face as she rode this tide of passion. She screamed again as the first wave broke leaving her sobbing, and gasping for air as her body flowed. Then, what seemed to her very short time later, she screamed again as he exploded inside her and convulsion after convulsion racked both their bodies. The heat of their combined release felt like fire inside her, as she felt him jerk a few times and recede. He slowly collapsed at her side, and when she thought her legs could bear her she went to the bathroom.

When she returned he was laying on his back his hands behind his head. She lay on her tummy supported by her elbows, looking at his face as he returned her look. They didn’t speak, they didn’t need to. Their eyes said it all.

When Robert woke up he was disoriented for a few moments, trying to establish his bearings. The room was large, one entire wall being built in wardrobes with mirrored doors. Two large chests of drawers were at one end of the room, with a big dressing table and stool over by the French windows that over looked the veranda. Area rugs were scattered on the marble floors. He climbed out of bed and moved into the bathroom. He found a large bubble bath dominated the room, other fixtures included a curved glass shower cubical with multi showerheads, a toilet, a bidet, and his and her washbasins all in pink marble.

After he had showered and shaved he put on the slacks of the night before, realising he would have to bring the cases up. He was about to go down for them when he heard splashing. He moved to the open French doors and out onto the veranda. Terry was in the pool swimming laps and making racing turns at the ends. He watched her for several minutes before going down to join her.

He was sitting by the pool watching her when a Barbadian woman dressed in a white overall came over to him from inside the villa. “Good morning sir, would you like tea or coffee with your breakfast,” she asked.

“Oh, coffee please,” he replied wondering who she was.

He was saved from further speculation when Terry emerged from the pool putting on a towelling bathrobe. She came over to him giving him a peck on the cheek. “Good morning darling did you have a good sleep?”

“Best night’s sleep I’ve had for ages, it must have been jet lag that brought it on,” giving her the look.

At that moment the woman came back carrying a tray with bacon, eggs, fried tomatoes, and mushrooms, along with a coffee pot and mug, sugar and cream.

“Oh Bobby you haven’t met Hanna she’s our daily; her husband Sam is our gardener and odd job man.”

After she had gone Robert asked Terry between mouthfuls of food, “Are they here all day?”

“Only if we want them to be, I’ve told them that after breakfast and she’s cleaned the bedroom they can take the rest of the day off this week,” she chuckled. “Hanna knows we are just married.”

“Oh that’s alright then,” he said brightening up.

“When you have finished eating, I want to show you around the villa.”

They started in the garden to give Hanna time to finish cleaning up. The walls enclosed the entire property down towards the beach. The grass was lush and green, underground sprinkler system Terry explained. He was trying to remember how the plot had looked before because this was light years ahead of it now.

Near the bottom of the garden was a large pool with a waterfall running down to it, multi-colour Koi swimming around the pool. The palm trees were still there as were the Aloe Vera plants, which bordered the gate to the beach, steps, now led down to it.

Terry pointed out the decorative shed that contained furniture and umbrellas for the beach she explained. When he turned round he got the first full view of the villa. It had been built at a slight angle to the length of the garden. Terry said Pearl had done that deliberately to get the most sunlight in the pool area. At either end wings had been built out that encompassed the pool.

He noticed there were six verandas on the second floor. She explained that there were only five bedrooms the sixth veranda was his study. As they walked back she pointed out the Jacuzzi at the end of the pool and the BBQ set in a bower of climbing roses.

As they entered the villa they heard a truck pulling away. “That’s Hanna and Sam leaving” she said, leaving the bathrobe over a bed chair. Coming in from the pool they had entered the huge reception come lounge area. Twin large white leather settees sat facing each other, a long low glass coffee table in between with matching armchairs at either end. To one end near the glass sliding doors was the bar with four high bar stools.

One of the wings was the dining area with a table that could seat twelve. The other wing had a 46-inch flat screen TV set into the wall along with a DVD player and stereo system.

“How do you like it so for darling,” she asked concern written all over her face.

“It’s fantastic,” he said.

A big smile broke out across her face, “Oh you must see this,” she picked up a remote from the bar counter and pressed a button, vertical blinds moved silently covering the glass panels of the doors that opened to the pool area. She pressed it again and they retreated back, she pressed it again and the glass darkened. “One way glass, we can see out but no one can see in.” She said pleased with herself.

She took him into the kitchen, all the units were in white, a large Agra cooker, tower fridges and freezers a wine fridge and wine rack, all nicely stocked, he noticed.

As she led him upstairs he was acutely aware of the sway of the tight yellow bikini bottom she wore. She showed him the guest bedrooms that were slightly smaller versions of their own room but in different colour systems, rose marble, pale blue marble, violet marble and light green marble. From there she led him back into their room and entered a door way opposite the bathroom door.

This was his study she proclaimed, one wall was just bookshelves, and the other contained a long set of drawers, at the other end a desk with a 30inch flat screen monitor on it. “I’ve not finished this off yet. I don’t know what books you want, but you can fill the book shelves yourself.”

“Well Bobby what do you really think about it, tell me the truth please?” Her face so serious he thought

“Well if you want my honest opinion. I have to say the building is wonderful” his voice very serious “the furniture and fittings are sublime. The ambience is fantastic. But it has one major flaw.”

“Oh,” she whispered, “how have I failed?”

“Now don’t be upset,” he said walking over to her, “the problem is,” resting his hands on her hips, her face so solemn, “you are not looking after your husband,” pulling the ties of the bikini. It took her a second to realise that the bottom half was on the floor.

“Bobby you are such a...” she was cut off from saying anything else by his mouth covering hers, his tongue searching hers. She groaned as one hand cupped her rubbing gently, his other on the ties at her back. Then his lips moved to kissing her breast driving her crazy with need. She hooked her legs around his waist as he carried her through to the bedroom.

Later as she lay in his arms she whispered, “So you like it then, the villa.”

“Oh course I do, and the service is improving too, but seriously darling do you like it, because it is my wedding present to you.”

“Oh Bobby it’s everything I ever wanted in a home, thank you darling.”

The next morning he joined her in the pool, but had to admit defeat as she out swam him, he was a length behind when she finished the ten-length match. They were lying on the sun beds drying off, when he suggested going out for a meal that evening. Then she suddenly sat up, “Bobby go and check the garage.”

“What for?”

“I don’t know but Pearl said to make sure you checked it out,” she replied.

He shrugged and picked up the remote. At the front of the house he clicked it and the self-opening doors swung open. Inside was a brand new black Range Rover Vogue. On the front seat with the car keys was a note ‘Congratulations Jeremy, Pearl, and Tommy’

“Did you know about the Range Rover?” He asked Terry.

“All Pearl said was they had got us some wheels.”

“Some wheels,” he murmured, “get dressed we’ll go and get you some.”

Six hours later they returned with Terry driving a bright yellow Toyota Camry convertible with only 400 miles on the clock. “I’m calling it Buttercup II,” she said proudly.

After returning from their meal that evening, Terry went out onto the patio while Robert mixed nightcaps. She was on a sun bed with her eyes closed.

“Can you hear that,” she whispered.

He sat down trying to discern what she meant, and then he understood. Above the sound of the crickets you could hear the sound of the waves collapsing onto the beach, a rhythmic splish ... splosh.

The night was warm he had unbuttoned his shirt to take advantage of the slight sea breeze drifting in from the ocean. Laying back, he closed his eyes, savouring the smell of jasmine, mimosa and rose, and the other plants perfume. He heard Terry move then settle back onto the bed chair. He glanced over toward her; she had removed the dress and was now in a yellow lace bra and thong. One leg was raised, whilst her arms were over her head her hands gripping the back of the bed chair, her eyes still closed. The action of her arms had pushed her breasts up so they struggled to keep in the confines of her bra.

He stood up and quickly removed all his clothes. His erection was painfully stiff as he moved toward her. Kneeling beside her bed chair he kissed her throat and then the hollow of her neck. A smile curled her lips, but her eyes remained closed. He caressed the swell of her breasts with soft kisses as his hands freed them from the cups that had contained them. His lips moved to the nipple plucking it, his tongue teasing the tip as it swelled. A gasp escaped her lips; he moved lower kissing her rib cage, his tongue playing in the hollow of her navel.

Her hips had begun to rotate gently beneath his touch. She raised her legs as he slowly removed the thong, moving down between her upraised legs. His tongue traced a path down the swell above her vulva until it met her lips; he glanced at her, her arms were still over her head the hands gripping the back of the chair tightly. Her eyes were still closed. Her head was moving from side to side her mouth open and her tongue sliding over her lips.

His tongue moved up and down her other lips. Soon they surrendered to his touch and began to open. Slowly he entered her, seeking her hidden place. If he found it he knew it would unleash the fury of her passion. Then his tongue found it, the hard nub. She gave out a gasp followed by a long moan as he flicked and caressed it. Suddenly she was sitting up her hands on his head forcing it down. Groans of frustration escaped from her mouth.

He moved straddling the bed with his legs he sat down lifting her so her legs straddled his. Her hand grasped him, guiding him as she lowered herself. Then she began to move thrusting her body down on him, again and again, faster and faster. He could feel her body tensing, and then she climaxed, her body trembling under its force.