Chapter 6 Oleanna
The drive home would stay forever etched in her mind.
The wind whipped up her hair, pushing it away from her sun-kissed face. Oleanna’s favorite station on the island, a classic hip-hop mix, faintly played on the radio and reminded her of joyriding in high school. She felt young and free, drunk on sugar and kisses.
Axel’s right hand rested on her bare thigh while his thumb stroked in lazy circles. It was the lightest graze, but she felt its erotic promise throughout her body.
Most surprising of all, they connected beyond their physical attraction. Axel and Oleanna talked like they were old friends who needed to catch up on the last twenty years of life without each other. If she thought the way he smiled was irresistible, the way he listened was addictive.
“Hapa? Am I saying that correctly?”
He had asked about her Hawaiian heritage. Oleanna mentioned the mix of immigrant laborers who had worked sugarcane and pineapple fields all over the west side of Oahu. Her people were Samoan, Japanese, Portuguese, English, and Filipino.
“That’s right. Hapa is an expression from around here to capture the mixed families uniquely Hawaiian. It’s a play on half, though half is obviously not how you would describe my ancestry.”
“Hard to find a word to represent your ancestors from all over the world,” he quipped, his understanding evident. “But I like it, hapa girl.”
When he offered his boyish grin, Oleanna had to look away. He smiled at her like she was sunshine and candy and Christmas all rolled into one.
How would he look at her when he found out she’d been lying to him?
That she had let her pride get in the way of common sense?
Would he look at her at all?
Or go back to seeing her but not seeing her?
They were only a few minutes from the cottage. She didn’t say it out loud, but her confession sat bitter at the tip of her tongue.
I live forty-five minutes from your mansion in Minnesota. My family cleans your house. We’ve met and talked a handful of times before yesterday. When I go back home, I’ll have to stay away from your zip code in order to keep this stupid ruse a secret and to hang on to whatever semblance of dignity I have left. But now? Right now, I couldn’t care less about secrets or dignity or zip codes. Right now, all I want is you.
Instead of confessing, she looked at his chiseled profile and hoarded as many memories as she could of this perfect day with the perfect guy.
They arrived as the final afternoon rays grazed the flowers at the back patio. She called Aunt Eleanor to make sure they did not need her for anything.
“Put the groceries in the cottage, iha,” she said, using the Tagalog family nickname for young lady. “And remember what I said earlier?”
Over breakfast at the main house that morning, her aunt had queried Axel’s decision to stay for two weeks. Oleanna admitted her attraction to their guest, as well as her fear that once he learned her identity, his interest in the local girl would fade. She would revert to the maid he never noticed.
“You worry too much,” her aunt had commented. “If you like him, date him.”
“I’m leaving the day after tomorrow!” She’d guffawed, surprised by her aunt’s liberal attitude.
Aunt Eleanor had simply shrugged. “You work too hard. Why not vacation, too?”
Why not indeed, she decided now, before turning to Axel. “After we unload the groceries in the cottage, you want to go for a swim?”
“Absolutely!”
And there it was, the boyish grin and the sweet enthusiasm of a man she was going to enjoy for as long as she could.
In a locked closet, where cleaning products and an expensive router were stored, was a dresser for clothes that belonged to the family. She grabbed a bikini she kept on-site for when she stayed in the cottage. Axel got dressed even quicker, waiting for her while lying on the hammock, shirtless and gorgeous with two beach towels over his torso.
When she walked out in her pink bikini, he almost fell off the hammock. Scrambling on his legs, he was in front of her in a flash.
“Oleanna, I don’t know how it’s possible but since I got here, you’re more beautiful every minute.”
“OK, wow, that’s… thank you,” she stuttered, not sure what to do with his earnest compliment. “You’re less red,” she responded, deflecting attention away from her own red face. “Are you feeling better?”
He kissed the corner of her mouth before whispering in her ear. “I’m so much more than better.”
They held hands while walking to the beach. When they approached the shore, fingers still entangled, Oleanna had the weirdest sensation that everything led to this. That whatever fate he talked about yesterday found her, too.
That’s how she felt. Found.
Brimming with joy, she jumped into the next wave. For half an hour they played like kids: chasing each other and riding the current, floating on their backs and diving into salty depths.
And when the orange glow hit the midnight tones of a blue ocean, they clung as if each was the other’s savior. She wrapped her limbs around him, her pliant core pressed against his throbbing erection. They submitted to the wildest currents of their sexual attraction.
They kissed with fevered desperation. His hand caressed one breast while the other kneaded her bottom. She clung to him from under his armpits to avoid the tender skin of his shoulders. Where her hands grabbed, his back muscles clenched. She shifted to reach between their bodies, running a palm over abdominal ridges to find the band of his swim shorts. Slipping inside, her hand clasped his hot, rigid manhood.
When he groaned into her neck and sucked, she squeezed her legs tighter around him, swirling her hips to a primal rhythm. Axel’s whispers of praise made her core clench.
“Oleanna, you’re blowing my mind. You know that, baby?”
“Take me home, Axel,” she whispered back.
They kissed again, mouths seeking each other’s ocean taste and torrid promises. She was distracted by the bliss of their connection and didn’t realize he had carried her out of the water, through the cresting waves, and past the pulling currents. Axel transported her over sinking sand and along the rough terrain. His panting breath mixed with her dizzy ecstasy until they reached the patio doors, and she understood how strong he was. How strong he was for her.
She stood on her own and grabbed his hand, walking ahead. When she looked over her shoulder and smiled, she saw him staring at her ass, nostrils flared and mouth open.
“I can’t believe you carried me from the beach,” she uttered in amazement.
“Any time, gorgeous.” Axel grinned ear to ear.
In the bathroom, she turned on the shower. While the water heated, Oleanna pulled at the bikini string behind her neck. When the triangles of her top fell, Axel bit his lower lip and grunted.
“All of it,” he ordered, voice dark and demanding.
“This bossiness is new,” she commented, enjoying his impatience.
“Tell me when you’re ready, Oleanna, and I’ll show you bossy.”
Until right now, Axel had been affectionate and sweet. But it was as if seeing her breasts and recognizing her consent snapped the taut restraint that held him back. His greed thrilled her, his confidence was magnetic.
“I’m ready,” she stated, eagerly sticking her breasts out.
He lifted Oleanna to wrap her legs around his hips before walking them both into the shower. Her back leaned against the tile wall. Axel tore at her top before sucking on each breast thoroughly, twirling his tongue around diamond-hard nipples.
“I’ve been dreaming of pulling these fucking strings since you walked out in this bikini,” he declared huskily, letting her find her feet before pulling at the side hip strings, releasing her from the scant fabric.
Axel knelt, pressed his face to her core, and mumbled sensual praise. “That’s it, baby. So sweet and wet for me. Say it’s for me.”
“It’s, it’s f-for you… Oh, A-Axel!” she stuttered through the haze of bliss.
With a stiff, thick tongue, he offered that first perfect lick. Her knees buckled. He held her up while continuing to lap her wet, silken folds like she was the most delectable dessert in the world. Her body shuddered with pleasure. She experienced a heavy tightening in her core with each brush of his tongue and kiss of his lips.
“So fucking good,” he mumbled, before lightly grazing her clit with his teeth. And then he sucked the tender nub as Oleanna exploded. Blinding ecstasy tore through her body. He kissed her sex until the orgasm abated. Then, Axel stood to claim her mouth.
She clung hard and hooked her legs over his hips. His enormous cock rubbed against her silky folds.
“Tell me you have protection,” he groaned into her ear.
“You’re kidding,” was her shocked response. “I, no, I don’t.” Disbelief stole her speech.
His chuckle was humorless, dripping with frustration. “I was heading home, so I didn’t…”
She fell to her knees. Swirling sensations competed for her attention, but Oleanna focused on a singular need. She needed to worship his throbbing manhood. She would not deny herself this closeness, this taste. The nearly purple head of his cock was delicious when she took it in her mouth and churned her tongue.
“Oleanna, do you have any fucking idea what you’re doing to me? Ah, fuck, baby that feels like heaven.”
She grabbed his base and pumped to the rhythm of her sucking. His hands petted her hair affectionately as his thick thighs vibrated.
The power she yielded over his body was a drug. She experienced a high that, with each taste, was becoming an addiction.
“Stop,” he ordered. “I wanna see you. I wanna look at you when I come. Now. Get up here and kiss me right now, Oleanna.”
He hooked her armpits to lift her. Axel carried her entire weight with one arm, his mouth lined up to her achingly tender breasts. His other hand pumped his long, hard thickness roughly and relentlessly.
“I’m gonna come, baby,” he growled before a deep, searing kiss.
Axel’s body shook as he erupted in thick, white ribbons. The feel of his abdominal ridges against her clit brought her close to another climax. When he felt her grinding against him, Axel slipped two fingers into her eager channel and swirled his wrist to intensify the glorious release.
“Yes, oh my god, Axel. Yes!” she screamed, her ecstasy bouncing off the shower walls. Pleasure pulsed through her body till she was breathless. And boneless, too. She slumped against his powerful torso, knowing he would catch and care for her.
Later that night, when the moment turned to a blissful memory, Oleanna would realize that he gave her so much more than physical ecstasy.
Axel awakened a need so intense, so mired in emotions she could barely acknowledge, that she had to stop its powerful surge. It was a feeling that was suspiciously, and therefore dangerously, like hope.