Chapter Twenty Five ~ Goodbye Wonderland

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Melanie's POV

Have you ever been so well sexually satisfied that you can't move a muscle? Is that even possible? Maybe that's why I'm so afraid to open my eyes. Would he still be here or was it just a dream?

I felt eyes watching me so I slowly opened one eye then the other. The sun's warmth was pouring through the room leaving her sparkles of delight.

"Good Afternoon," he said with a twinkle in his eye. He brushed a stray curl from my eye.

"Afternoon?"

He looked at his watch. "It's almost one o'clock."

"I'm tired." It was the truth, I just wanted to continue to lay down in this over the top king-size bed with its soft, deep comforter wrapped in these silky sheets.

"Don't you want to eat?"

"I can't."

"What's wrong?"

"They hurt."

"What hurts?"

"My lips, tongue, throat even my jaws, or should I say every posable muscle I have in my body feels breakable."

He chuckled.

"Not funny."

He leaned in and kissed me on the lips. Maybe my lips had a little feeling still left. He rolled me over and started to give me a massage. I could feel his smooth hands gliding across my back. His fingers went in deep massaging my sore spots.

"Ah...yes...ooooo." It felt so good. He started at my shoulders and slowly worked his way down my spine, across my cheeks on down to my legs and feet. He caught me off guard when I felt his tongue tracing down my vertebra sending an instant charge to my core.

I tried playing it off but I could already feel the dampness forming against the sheets. This is what I got for not putting any clothes on. He rubbed his thumb from the top of my backside until he made it to what was once a damp cave to now a wet oasis.

I turned my head to see him sitting Indian style. How come he had clothes on and I didn't? Did he ever go to sleep? Why was he never tired or seem exhausted when I was around?

All thoughts went flying out the window when the padding of his thumb touched my bullseye. My bottom teeth caught on to my bottom lip where I sucked it into my mouth. My arms were stretched out where I gripped the corners of the mattress from the front.

My knees almost had a mind of their own when they began to crawl up, giving him plenty of room to play below.

"What am I going to do with you?" He chuckled while rubbing his fingertips across my inner thighs.

"You started...it." I bit down in the pillow when I felt his lips replacing his hands. Shutting my eyes tight I became lost in his touch. Visions of him taking me from the back, saddling up and starting to ride me almost became the center of my desire. I had not only officially turned into a certifiable nymphomaniac but Mr. Insatiable Lipsologist was trying to make his comeback.

My body responded to every touch. Even the sore muscles had been shocked back into working condition.

Damn my body! Traitor!

"Still sore?"

Was he talking? When did he have time to talk when his lips were breathing inches from my core. I could even feel my button swaying in the wind from his warm breath. I could only imagine his lips conquering me down below.

"Naughty girl," he said when I realized he was under me and now I was sitting on his chest looking down at him. What the f...?!

"Why am I naughty? You started it."

"You said you were sore, I was just trying to loosen you up."

"I think you were trying to do a little more than that."

"Melanie, Melanie, Melaine, your mind is always in the gutter."

"You seem to take me there every time."

He ran his hands up and down my legs.

Just a few inches away and he would be muff driving. A small trickle of sweat began to form on the back of my neck. Was it really getting hot in here or was I having hot, smoking, flaming thoughts?

He chuckled.

"What's funny?"

"Only if you could see how aroused you are."

"Nonsense, you're making up stuff."

"Melanie tell me you're not and be honest."

I rolled my eyes. Did my harden nipples give me away? Dang it Melanie put some clothes on next time you pervert!

"Whatever. Fine I'm hot! I admit it. Every time you touch me I feel like I'm about to combust. I imagine your hands everywhere, those lips and fingers in places that should be considered outlawed. Since I've been here all I think about is how I want you to imprint on me so I never lose this feeling. I want you in the worst way almost savagely. Imma freak, I just think about grinding and riding you so hard until I melt against you. You are in my thoughts, in my being and it scares me to think if I ever lost you the pain would be unbearable."

I felt my eyes watering as the emotions I kept inside became not only a sense of relief but a moment where it just wasn't about the orgasmic sex, or even the crazed and overly deranged antics of Marc Hernandez, but what we shared and gave one another in return. He wasn't perfect by any means but he was the one my heart wanted, my soul craved and body...you know.

He leaned me back raising up on his forearms looking down at me in pure suspended animation. There was silence. I couldn't hear my heart thumping or my thoughts weaving inside my head. Calmness, tranquility, almost a numbness was brought forth to a new height.

He continued to stare down as if he was looking through a glass case trying to find the perfect object.

"I love you Melanie. I may not be the perfect man but I will try to be your perfect guy. Although we may not agree with one another at times, I will always respect you, love you and cherish the Melanie that's lying here before me. I will take your good side along with your bad one and embrace your freaky side."

I had to laugh.

"Oh but your freaky side...hum, I will never be disappointed. Maybe I should call you Trixie."

"Is that right?"

"Oh yeah," he said scanning his lips across my throat.

"So I'm your new toy?"

"Until I break you and have to find a replacement," he said snickering across my shoulder.

"Very funny, hardeharhar," says the man who's whipped."

"Call me what you want but sticks and stones may break my bones but names will never hurt me."

I burst into laughter. "Marc I swear there is never a dull moment with you."

"Then when I get one then you know something is wrong."

I shook my head. "I love my little Marky Mar."

"You can call me Big Marc if you back that thang up again."

"Boy please!" I said giggling when he started to tickle me. Gawd he was getting all in betwen my bones that I was literally cracking up in hysterical laugher.

"I...can't...brea...the, oh good.ness," was all I could say until he finally stopped. I was out of breath.

He got out the bed and I rolled over on my stomach. He got up and changed his shirt. It was my fault that my engine oil had saturated the front.

"Go shower and get dress. I want to take you up to the ridge at the top of the mountain."

"You know V-Day was yesterday."

"I know but it may be a little while before we get this again so I want to enjoy the rest of our time here."

I had forgot we were leaving tonight. I had enjoyed my stay here and hopefully we could come back again. I had to admit I was a little sad. I did want some nooky but I also wanted to enjoy what the island had to offer.

"Give me thirty minutes."

"Okay, I need to make a call. I will meet you downstairs." He kissed me on the forehead and walked out the room.

I stretched out across the bed stretching out every muscle. Some places were still in denial from last night but I had to admit that little massage he gave me had worked out some of my most tighten muscles. Maybe next time he wouldn't have to stop.

I got up and noticed a little black box on the night stand. I looked around and he was gone. Nosey me couldn't resist to see what was inside. Looking back at the door again I slid the box off the nightstand.

"Oh oh what did I just knock down?" I said just in case he was hiding in the hall.

"I didn't see you little box."

I quickly picked it up off the floor and opened it. On top of the box read, Rankins-Cartier. I opened the box to find a black bag inside. Inside of the box was a note.

Hope she enjoys in more ways than one,
Love Dommi

I opened up the pouch to reveal a double strand of pearls with a diamond clasp. Around the clasp was Cartier's signature stamp.

The pearls felt a little heavy. I rubbed my thumb across them and a sudden shock went straight to my core. I bit my bottom lip and leaned back on the bed. Holding the pearls up and watching the sun drench in their beauty, images surfaced of me lying on my back, with my mouth opened and face distorted.

Marc was down below while my hands were tied above my head. I saw him go down lower between my legs. Thinking it was his mouth and tongue, he wrapped those pearls around his fingers caressing me and created undeniable sensations that brought me flying off the cliff.

I knew something felt different. The pearls were warm on my skin. Never had I been played so well. Bravo Mr. Hernandez. You think you're slick but I'm better. I put the pearls back in the bag and back in the case. I grabbed some shorts and a tank and took my shower.

An hour later we were climbing up the mountain top. Chic was getting tired and sweaty. Good thing I had on my clinical strength deodorant. Just in case something went down I couldn't have him running for the hills.

We finally made it to the top. He pulled out his nap sack taking out a blanket spreading it on the ground. He followed that with a bottle of wine, cheese, crackers and fruit.

"After you mademoiselle," he said taking a bow. I sat down and he sat across from me.

"It's beautiful up here. The wind is blowing just enough to keep cool and the view is spectacular."

"It is," he said looking at me.

"I bet you say that to all the girls."

"Only the one that matters."

"You ought to sell those pick up lines. Marky Marc's Book on How To Be A Playa."

"Will you buy a copy?"

"Um...I should be staring in it. A picture of me sitting at the bar and you coming over saying your little catchphrases. Shoot yeah, I know a lot of guys that could use the help."

We laughed watching the boats pass down below. He poured some wine and we ate some fruit. The juice from the strawberry ran down my lips. He wiped it with the padding of his finger and put it in his mouth.

"See that's how things start. You're a tease Marc Hernandez. Most ordinary people would have handed me a napkin but no everything has to be sexual."

"Melanie you make things like that because you're a freak."

"Me a freak! You wrote the book remember."

"All I did was stop that thick, sticky wetness from dripping down your mouth. It could have easily fallen in down your chest and work it's way between..."

"I got the picture horny toad."

"See you name calling again."

"Shut up," I said throwing a grape at him. Before I knew it we were having a hard up fruit fight until he pulled me on top and I straddled him.

"See you're the one that's horny."

"What?!"

"You are straddling me and I can feel your heat."

"Can not."

"I can." He started rubbing up my legs and thighs up to my side and up to my neck. My head rolled back and then he laughed.

"See. Freaky."

"I swear if I wasn't... in love with you I would strangle you."

"You can't use my line."

"You used that line when you wanted me to go to the ball. You didn't have to finish, I knew what you were going to say."

"Yeah right?"

"I did. I was in shock to think you could be."

"Why didn't you say anything?"

"I couldn't let you see me sweat, that wouldn't be lady like," I said winking.

"You're a mess."

"Yes I am but I'm your mess."

He chuckled.

I laid down resting on his chest. I could feel his heartbeat and his arms wrapped around me.

"Why can't we just stay like this?"

"We can if you keep the memory alive. Just think about us like this when you are lonely or sad and this will keep the bad things away."

"I like that," I said kissing him on the throat.

We laid there in each other arms until the sun had began to set. My Wonderland paradise was coming to an end.

When we got back to the house, our things were packed and I told the staff goodbye. Marc escorted us to an awaiting helicopter on the south end of the lawn. We climbed in while the pilot loaded up our luggage. Once the all clear was given we rose up headed to the airport.

Marc showed me the different lagoons and mountain ridges even the small quaint townships below. It was so much we missed on our tiny island fortress that next time I wanted to go exploring. It was a beautiful place with waterfalls, homes that looked like castles and undiscovered beaches.

We finally landed where Marc's plane was waiting and ready to go. We got on and before long his phone was ringing off the hook. He looked at me and turned it off tossing it on the sofa while we sat in the captain chairs. I leaned my head on his shoulder while be buckled us both up. I looked out the window watching the skyline and sun slowly fading away. I would have to admit this was the best Valentine's Day I ever had and I only wished the rest could be like this or better. He had set a standard and I couldn't wait to next year.

It was morning when we arrived back home. An unknown driver got out of Marc's car and put our bags in the trunk.

"Who's he?"

"James?"

"Yes. Where's Alfred?"

"He no longer works for me."

"Did you fire him because of what he showed me?"

"No I fired him because he disrespected the both of us. I do not agree with his views and I won't tolerate behaviors that he subjected you too. I'm sorry it happened and it won't happen again."

Although he was rude I hated to see another unemployed black man. He had strikes already against him and now he wouldn't have any income.

"Look I liked Alfred but he needed to realize that the world is not black and white. I'm in love with you and I will not have him trying to put doubts in your mind. I would never cheat on you and you can best believe I won't let anyone come between us."

"I know, but please tell me that you just didn't send him away empty handed."

"No I gave him a nice package and he was already collecting his mother's insurance annuities. He should have enough money to last until he can find something else. Did you think I was that heartless?"

"Before I fell in love with you yes, now that I have gotten to know the real Marc Hernandez no."

"Glad I could change your mind."

"Me too."

"Your place or mine?"

"Yours so when I wake up I can take a shower in that big spa of yours."

"Am I invited?"

"Of course. Someone has to wash my back."

"So now I'm your certified back washer?"

"Backwasher, Punanny Cleaner, Boobie Sanitizer you name it. You can be whatever you want to be," I said with a devilish grin. He shook his head laughing.

We pulled up to his place and he escorted me in. James brought up our bags and I decided to cook breakfast. He took a seat on the sofa going through his mail. After a few minutes he came and grabbed plates while I finished breakfast. We ate laughing about the antics from Galicia and Wonderland.

"Have you spoken to Tammy?"

"No I've been kept locked away."

"You're lucky I didn't throw away the key."

"You nasty."

"You make me nasty."

I rolled my eyes and laughed.

"Always a comeback."

"Always." He finished his food and unbuttoned his shirt.

"I'm exhausted. Time for bed."

"We just ate Marc. Your food needs to digest."

"Suit yourself but I'm going to bed."

"Wait I have a question?"

"I'm listening."

"Were the pearls for me?"

"Yes."

"Did you use them on me?"

"In you, yes."

Okay. Didn't expect that.

"Did you bring them?"

"Yes."

"Good."

"Were they expensive?"

"Very."

"Were they worth it? I mean did they do what they were suppose to do?"

"You should be answering that question. Did they?"

"More than you know."

"I'm happy if you were happy."

I turned around taking the pearls out my pocket. I took them out of the pouch and looked at him. I got up and walked up to him.

"Has anyone ever used them on you?"

"No."

I looked up at him and his eyebrow arched. He looked down at the pearls that were now wrapped around my fingers.

"Maybe it's time for you to find out what you have been missing." I grabbed him by the hand and led him to the bedroom.

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