His Body

I woke up next morning to a sweet female voice. It was the maid from last night. "Wake up, Miss. I have brought your breakfast." She smiled warmly at me.

I yawned still a bit sleepy and tried to return her smile. "What's your name? If you don't mind my asking that is." I inquired.

She shook her head. "My name's Meg, Miss." She answered.

"Meg, how long have you worked for Mr. Ashbourne?" I asked curiously.

"Oh...just 2 years Miss." She replied setting down a plate filled with omelet and shortbread with marmalade and a glass of milk. My stomach rumbled and I blushed.

After eating the breakfast I brushed my teeth and took a bath. I dressed and waited for Orland to come in the cabin, my head was feeling awfully heavy, and my eyelids started to droop.

I tried to open them but I couldn't. A slow blackness rushed through my body and I felt myself sliding into a state of unconscious.

When I woke up I was in a different cabin. No it was a proper room. I was lying in a four poster bed facing a window which provided a spectacular view of a beach sorrounded by trees.

I looked around wide eyed at the lavish decor of the room. I didn't know he had amassed such a big fortune. I knew Orland as the naughtiest kid in the neighbourhood when I lived in Manila's Real State Industry.

His father and mine used to be the greatest of friends. But their friendship didn't last long and I don't know what drew them apart. I was 12 years old and he was what 15, when he used to prank me with my cousins, the memory was faded at best.

I walked over to the window and stared out. So he had me drugged. The breakfast! He drugged my breakfast. I was going to kill him.

I waited for his footsteps behind the closed door but I didn't hear him. He didn't come to my room only Meg visited with food and water.

If I had to stay confined a day longer I would go mad! It was after dinner I heard him talking to someone outside the door and then the lock clicked open.

He stood in the door his hands folded at his chest. Before he could speak I threw the pillow at his face and I started laughing, I was chuckling so hard my eyes watered.

When I had calmed enough to look at him I found the place where he was standing empty. I frowned and was about to turn around when he came from behind me and tackled me on the bed. It was his chance to laugh and mine to scowl.

His weight was on top on me our bodies pressed together. He was still laughing and I was staring at his face. God, he was beautiful when he smiled.

My body was reacting to his nearness. My hear beat was increasing and I prayed he didn't hear it. He looked at my face and froze finally realising how intimately close we were.

He leaned closer and inhaled deeply, his breath tickling my neck making my body more hungry for his touch. I slowly slid my hands in his soft hair and groaned.

"You drive me mad, you know that?" He whispered trailing down hot kisses on my neck. I lost all my mind and thoughts when his lips slowly moved from my neck to my cheeks and finally his tongue flicked against the corner of my mouth.

I moaned and caught his face in my hands kissing him senseless. His hands were roaming on my body, sliding along my rib cage and feeling my skin through my clothes.

"God. You are beautiful you know that?" I tried to nod.

I was desperate to touch him as I slid my hands upwards through the hem of his shirt and gasped as I felt the heat of his skin, my hands were touching his flat stomach and moving upwards towards that muscled chest.

He was breathing heavily and I thoughtv I would die if I didn't get to touch him more. He understood my thoughts as he sat up and started unbuttoning his shirt.

My eyes followed every movement of his fingers as they undid the buttons one after the other and when he threw his shirt away and leaned down to kiss me, all I could think was about touching him.

"I want to see you." He asked and his eyes smoldered as I nodded. He slowly caught the hem of my shirt and pulled it up above my head and my pants followed soon.

I was just wearing my underthings and surprisingly I didn't even feel least bit self-conscious about my body because he kept whispered soft praises in my ear and before long we both were completely naked our skins touching and creating an inferno heat.

He made love to me with delicious slowness and we both were trembling and breathing hard until we fell asleep in each others arms, that night I dream about him and his beautiful body.