Chapter 47

Cora couldn't get over the resort. The more she saw the more awestruck she became. There were several restaurants, from black tie to a tiki bar on the beach. Everywhere she looked, turquoise waters or tropical blooms met her gaze. Inside the main hotel was a whole floor of exclusive shops, from estate jewelry to swimwear to one devoted to sex toys. She didn't quite get up the guts to go in that one with Val. Besides, she was pretty sure there was enough in the room to keep them busy for the length of their stay.
He paused by the jewelry store and looked in. "Should I buy you some diamond earrings as a souvenir?" he teased.
Cora shuddered. "I hate diamonds. My foster mother had this huge engagement ring that was her pride and joy. When she smacked me with that hand, the diamond used to leave wounds. I don't have any scars from it, but they still creep me out."
Val kissed her cheek. "No scars on the outside," he said softly. "But plenty where it counts. No diamonds for mi corazon."
Down by the beach, there were a number of couples lounging on thickly padded wooden double-deck chairs and more spread out on blankets or playing in the water. Along with concessions, a kiosk for towels and another for water sports, there was a big tent set up for massages and other spa services. She wasn't shocked when Val suggested signing up for parasailing the next afternoon, but it was a pleasant surprise when he scheduled his and hers hot stone massages for right afterward. They swam for a while, playing in the warm surf, then settled on one of the loungers with tall, fruity drinks, holding hands like a couple of high schoolers while they discussed which restaurant to try for dinner.
They both preferred one of the more casual settings, a little bistro with outdoor tables. Val changed his swim trunks for a pair of jeans, and Cora put on one of her sundresses, but both still wore sandals and wide smiles when they finally made it to dinner after a dip in their private hot tub that had been...educational, to say the least.
After another sumptuous meal, they went for a walk on the beach in the moonlight.
"If there weren't half a dozen other couples here, I'd be tempted to take you right here on the beach," he growled into her ear.
"Wouldn't that involve sand in some rather...inconvenient places?" She trailed her fingers playfully across his neck. "I'd rather go back to our room and try out some of the toys in that cupboard."
"Oh? And which one would you like to try, sweetheart?" His raspy voice told her he was already aroused.
"I was thinking of the nipple chains and the matching clip-on clit ring," she said. Val had already taken her hand and started dragging her back to their bungalow. "Maybe even the small butt plug. I've heard those can be interesting."
"How did I get so lucky as to find a woman who likes to experiment?" he asked thickly. They made it back to their cottage in no time at all, and clothes were flying even before they made it to the bedroom.
"Lie on the bed." Val went to the cupboard and selected the items she'd mentioned, plus a big bottle of lubricant. "We're going to start with the plug, so you have some time to get used to it."
"All right." She sat on the bed and lay back, but not before she used the remote control on the sound system to put on some soft, tropical music. The lights were on a dimmer and just barely glowed, casting a golden sheen to Val's tan skin, making him look even more like a model than ever.
"Over on your stomach, sweetheart, with that sexy backside up in the air." He kissed each of her butt cheeks after she obeyed. "One day I'd really love to fuck this gorgeous ass of yours. You think that could ever happen?"
Cora smiled. She'd been thinking about that herself, which is why she'd suggested starting with the plug. "We'll see. You've got two more days to convince me, and one of them is your birthday after all."
"Oh god, that would be the best birthday present ever." He licked his way around her asshole then drew back to pour oil into his hand. "Let me know if this hurts, okay?"
"Promise." She already knew he wouldn't go any further without that assurance. She had the idea that one former girlfriend had complained about his appetites, and rather than stopping him as they went, had waited to bitch about it later. For all that he seemed fancy-free, she thought he'd been hurt a time or two, which made her love him all the more.
Love him.
Oh fuck, she had fallen in love with him, hadn't she? What an idiot she was.
Fortunately, she didn't have time to think about her stupidity as Val was busy inserting an oil-covered finger into her puckered asshole to spread the slick stuff around inside her. The pressure back there was different but oddly exciting, so she quit trying to think and gave herself up to the feeling.
"That's it, heart of mine. Now push back as I slide the plug in. It sounds backward, but it works, I promise." He held the pointed tip of the red latex plug against her sphincter and slowly pressed forward.
He was right - pushing back did ease the penetration. With a pop, the plug seated itself inside her rectum, adding a strange sensation of fullness and an unusually arousing friction. She clenched her muscles experimentally, savoring the titillation.
"Okay?" He kissed the base of her spine.
"Perfect." She rolled over and smiled up at him. "I like it. A lot. Now the nipple chains."