5 comments/ 62257 views/ 16 favorites Island Romance Ch. 01 By: rocketgirl2011 Ara sat watching the waves crash on the beach. The sun had sunk low and looked like it was going to sink into the ocean. Ara's chocolate brown feet rubbed on the still warm sand. She dug her pink painted toe nails into the sun. She pushed her hands into the sand around her feet and shut her eyes. She saw his dark blue eyes in her mind and blinked her eyes open quickly. She couldn't escape him. Greg had been in her life for what seemed like forever and now he was gone...forever. Ara picked up a handful of sand with both hands and dumped it on her bare legs. She stood quickly shaking it off. She wore just her white bikini top and khaki shorts. She jogged slowly down to the ocean. Her long, thin body moving gracefully. She let her feet dip into the cold ocean and smiled. "Ara! Arabelle!" The voice called to her from the back porch. She looked up and saw Griffin smiling down at her from his deck. "Coming!" She replied and started to head for the deck. Griffin watched her move toward him and he felt himself flush. She was so beautiful. All long lines and sensuality. Ara didn't know how beautiful she was which was half the reason why she was so hot. Her long black hair hung around her brown shoulders. Her medium sized breasts bounced softly as she climbed the steps to his home. She was staying in his home. He breathed out a happy sigh. He had met Ara a year ago when she was one of his students. They had gotten along wonderfully but when he had gently tried to ask her out she had made it clear she was taken. Griffin had been even more shocked to find that she was "taken" by his colleague's husband. He shoved a hand in his pocket angrily as he thought of that self righteous prick. But, Greg had brought Ara into his life. His stupidity had driven her right to his doorstep and she had agreed to an impromptu trip to his home here in Maui. "Hey." She smiled, "Look at that shirt, very nice." She giggled and pushed his shoulder gently. "Well I had some help picking it out." He winked at her. He put an arm casually around her waist. Their relationship had yet to become sexual, hell, he hadn't even kissed her, but he held onto a hope. "I just wanted to tell you dinner is ready." He took in her smell, fresh berries and something else, lilies? "You didn't have to make dinner for me, I told you that." She walked ahead of him into the house. It was something he was proud of. It was all white inside, with high ceilings and lots of windows. It was extravagant to have a vacation home in Maui, but a worthwhile way to spend his inheritance. "I wanted to." He walked into the dining room where he had set out the crab, asparagus and white wine. He smiled waiting to see Ara's face. "Oh Griff! How'd you know crab was my favorite?" She smiled at him sweetly. "I remembered from one of our conversations. I have a great memory despite my age." He sat down and ran a hand through his short brown hair. Ara watched him move around the dining room. Griffin pretended to have no idea how sexy he was, but she was very aware, especially now. He was tall, probably 6'3 and built solidly but lean. He wore a crisp light green button up shirt she had picked out and loose fitting khakis. His skin was starting to get tan from their time on the island. He always made jokes about his age. He was only ten years older than her and she was only 25 which made him 35. "Yep, you're so old." She joked, she started to sit down, "Hold on I should go change. Make myself presentable." "You look gorgeous." She looked up at him and noticed his face had changed. He looked serious and his green eyes bore into her. For a moment she felt her body tingled. She forced herself to giggle. "Well, I will look much more gorgeous when I put some clothes on." She spun around quickly before he could stop her. Griffin blew out a sigh. He had come on too strong. He stood up and dimmed the lights while he waited for Ara to return. He lit the three long white candles that sat on the table. He knew he should have held his tongue, but she was just too beautiful and he wanted her so badly. He sat back down at the medium sized glass table. He let himself get lost in thoughts of Ara as he had so much the last week since she'd been with him. He wanted to touch her, to make her forget that that bastard had ever been in her life. He heard her soft footsteps and sat up a little. He moved a quick hand to his crotch to readjust himself. He had started to get hard just imagining her naked brown body against his tan skin. Ara glided into the room wearing a white strapless dress. It was causal but breath taking. "Still gorgeous?" She held up her hands in question and laughed. "Absolutely." He smiled, "Eat already I made this just for you." He hesitated, "Ok, Anna made it but I gave her the idea." His housekeeper was a wiz in the kitchen. Ara laughed and sat across from him. "I knew it all along." She picked up her fork and began to eat her asparagus. Griffin watched her lead the long green stem into her pink mouth. He felt his cock getting hard again. Jesus man, he thought, she's eating and you're imagining her sucking your cock. He wasn't normally this sexual; it just had been a long time since any sex, and a long time being around such a gorgeous woman. "Griff why are you looking at me like that?" Ara snapped him out of his zone. "How is it?" He covered. "Delicious. I love asparagus. There's this restaurant in the valley that has the most amazing soup. Oh my God! I use to go there..." She trailed off. Griffin had been lost in her excitement, he loved when she got animated, she easily slipped into her California girl talk. He had never before met a black girl who spoke like that. Then he noticed that whatever had made her stop was probably about Greg. "Bad memory?" He tested. She looked up at him with her big brown eyes, "Yea, but you know." She shrugged. "He was an idiot you know." Griffin took a large bite and watched Ara. "You're my friend you have to say that." God he wanted to be so much more than friends. "You are pretty much the perfect girl and he lost you." "I'm not perfect," she took a large sip of wine, "and enough about all that stuff. Let's talk about something interesting." "Ok, like what? Politics? Your little escapade yesterday into body art?" He laughed but he had actually almost fallen over when she had asked him to paint a large sun on her ass. He was about to agree when she had changed her mind and said she wanted it on her stomach. "I was just trying out something. I'm not much of an artist though." She giggled, "Let's talk about sex." She smiled big, her eyes challenging him. "Sex? Ok, what about it?" "What do you like about it?" She cracked a piece of her crab open. Her eyes were excited and she was still grinning. "Are you kidding? What's not to like?" He sat his fork down. "More specific." She took a big bite. "Ok, but how graphic am I being?" "As graphic as you want to be." She twirled the tip of her fork on her tongue. "I like blow jobs. I like kissing, not in that order." He winked at her as she giggled, "I like when I'm just about to fuck a girl and she's looking at me all big eyed and open and I get to watch her face as I slide inside her." Ara couldn't take her eyes off of Griffin. His green eyes seemed to heat up as he talked about sex. She suddenly felt like he was inviting her to be a part of his fantasies. She had asked for this. Why? She thought talking about sex would make her forget about her problems. She sat up straighter suddenly not feeling hungry. "I think I want to drink my wine on the deck Griff." He looked surprised. "No fair, you didn't answer the question." "Later." She said standing up quickly. He didn't know if he had been blown off or if invited in. After dinner, Ara lay on the lounge chair outside. Her glass of wine sat beside her and she knew Griffin would be out soon. She started to feel a little homesick. It had nothing to do with Griffin, he was so perfect, so giving, she just needed to get back to real life soon. She would have to deal with Greg at some point, and work, and her mother. She let out a breath. "What are you thinking?" Griffin surprised her as he joined her on the deck. He sat on her chair near her legs. "Oh you don't want to know." She watched as he put a casual hand on her leg. She was mesmerized for a moment by the contrast between their two skin colors. "God Ara, you are so soft." He hadn't meant to say it, but he had. He looked up at her with those beautiful green eyes to gauge her reaction. She smiled, "Thank you." Griffin took this as an invitation and started to move his hand slowly up her leg. "Griff..." "Should I stop?" He looked down at her. She hesitated then shook her head no. Griffin let his hand wander up to her thigh and under her dress. He caressed her thigh gently, but not too gently. Ara closed her eyes and sighed. He felt his cock get even harder as he watched her face. "Do you want me to keep going?" He kept asking her questions, he knew that, but he wanted to make sure this was really happening. 'Please." She said it more as a sigh then words. Griffin slid his hand up till he felt the thin fabric of her thong. He pushed his hand between her legs and felt her, warm on wet on his fingers. Ara let out a loud sigh. "Oh." She spread her legs a little and arched her back. "Ara I want you so bad." Griffin spoke softly to her as he knelt beside the chair. Ara spread her legs wider in response. She opened her eyes and looked down at the handsome white man kneeling beside her. He licked his lips and held her eye contact. "I'm going to make him go away Ara. I'm going to make you cum over and over again until he's gone. I'm going to eat your pussy till you cum harder than ever before." With those words Griffin dove between her legs and began to lap at her clit. Ara shocked by how fast he moved groaned and spread her legs as far as she could get them on the chair. It was only now that she thought about the other houses near by and people strolling on the beach, but she found she didn't really care if someone saw. Griffin let his tongue work her clit a little longer before taking it and sucking it into his mouth. He alternated between sucking it hard and licking it gently. The whole time he watched Ara's squirm. He sat back removing his mouth from her pussy and she moaned for him. Without a word he began to rub her pussy softly with his fingers. "Do you want me?" He asked her pinching her clit softly. "So badly." "Say my name Ara." "I want you so bad Griffin." He kissed her thigh content with her words and found his way back to her pussy. He let his tongue enter her first. He couldn't believe he was finally getting inside of this precious woman before him. He fucked her slowly with his tongue picking up speed as he felt her get wetter and wetter. Then he let one finger enter her slowly. "God you're tight baby." He whispered laying his head on her stomach. He put another finger inside her and started to fuck her slowly with his fingers. He moved his mouth back to her clit and sucked on it. "Cum baby." He said pausing. "Don't stop!" She cried out. He immediately returned his mouth to her swollen clit. Sucking on it and fucking her with his fingers. He felt like he was in a frenzy, he couldn't get at her fast enough. "Pull your dress up." He said quickly before returning his mouth to her pussy. Ara pulled the white dress up revealing her C cup brown breasts. Her nipples were hard and dark and perfect for his mouth Griffin thought before attacking them. He sucked hard on one nipple then the other, the whole time fucking her with his fingers. "Oh yes Griffin, I'm so close." He sucked one nipple into his mouth and started to flick it with his tongue. Ara cried out. He smiled to himself; she was one of those girls whose nipples were connected right to her clit. He used his other hand to grab her other tit and pull on her nipple. "Cum." He commanded her. He ripped his mouth away from her tits and lifted her legs onto his shoulders at the same time. He buried his tongue into her pussy and Ara felt the familiar sensation but this time it seemed more explosive. She felt herself cumming hard in his mouth. My god she was cumming in Griffin's mouth. This thought and his tongue inside of her sent her over the edge. "I'm cumming!" she yelled. I know, thought Griffin. He continued to lick her as she came down. "Oh Griffin what did we do?" She wiped a hand across her sweaty face. " I told you I'm going to fuck him out of you." Ara looked at the man she thought she knew, had he just done that and said that. "Griffin." She put a hand to his face. He leaned down and kissed her hard his tongue tangling with hers. She could taste herself on him. "Mmm. I've waited to do that for over a year Ara." She smiled up at him, "You're pretty good." She bit her lip. "Oh just pretty good huh?" "Well I'm being honest." She giggled as he tickled her a little. He pressed his weight onto her and she could feel his cock hard against her leg. "Hhmm what's that?" She joked. "Well what can I say baby." He stopped tickling her and kissed her neck softly. "Well let's see what we can do about that." Island Romance Ch. 02 **This story has a section that can be considered nonconsent/reluctance but it is for the story line...if you don't like that, skip this chapter.*** * He leaned down and kissed her hard his tongue tangling with hers. She could taste herself on him. "Mmm. I've waited to do that for over a year Ara." She smiled up at him, "You're pretty good." She bit her lip. "Oh just pretty good huh?" "Well I'm being honest." She giggled as he tickled her a little. He pressed his weight onto her and she could feel his cock hard against her leg. "Hhmm what's that?" She joked. "Well what can I say baby." He stopped tickling her and kissed her neck softly. "Well let's see what we can do about that." She reached down toward his zipper. "Wait, wait, baby. Not out here." He stood picking her up with him. He carried her into the living room of his house and laid her on the white couch. He stood back and looked at her. "You are so gorgeous." "Come here." She purred at him. She pulled her dress over her head. He pulled his shirt off and let his pants fall to the floor. He fell on top of her and began to kiss her neck. Ara could feel his weight on her and loved it. She started to rub his cock slowly making sure he was nice and hard for her. She was still wet from their little adventure outside. He let his mouth find her nipple and sucked on it gently. "Fuck me Griffin." He growled as she said the words and sat up to look at her. "Say that again." She smiled her wonderfully seductive smile, "Fuck me Griff..." before she could finish he slammed inside of her fucking her as hard as he could. He had meant to be gently but he had waited so long to be inside of her he couldn't help himself. Instead of moving away, Arabelle moved her hips toward him, making sure he was deep inside of her. "Yes." She moaned as Griffin continued to push his cock deep inside her. He slowed his rhythm down and began to pulse inside of her. Ara could feel the pressure building up inside her; she knew she would cum if he kept doing this. Griffin watched her face and knew she was close, he held her head with his hands as he fucked her urging her on. "Come on Ara, cum on my dick baby." With those words Ara came hard. "Ohhhhh." She threw her head back and moved her hips fast against his. Griffin couldn't hold it anymore and came as well. "Oh yes Griff, cum inside me." They lay on the bed together. Ara's could feel his hand wrapped around her waist. He stroked her dark hair gently. "That was..." She trailed off. After they had both come down, Griffin had carried her upstairs to the bedroom and had lay there stroking her head ever since. He was so gentle. So different then Greg, she thought. She shut her eyes and she thought his name. Just last week at this time was when it had happened. "What are you thinking about?" Griffin pulled her closer. "Nothing." She said softly. He paused, "Him?" "I'm sorry." She curled into him. "It's ok, I just wish..." "You don't know the whole story; what happened. I only told you a little." He took a deep breath, not knowing if he wanted to heat this, "Then tell me all of it." Arabelle took a deep breath and began to tell him her story. Greg sat silently waiting on the couch. He put a hand throw his dark blond hair. He could feel the anger rising inside of him. How dare she even think of doing what she did! Telling his wife about them when he had ordered her not to. He clinched his fist. He had to teach her a lesson about this, almost ruining his life. Good thing he had been able to convince Maggie, his wife, that she was mentally challenged. One of Griffin's kids, he told her, she doesn't even know me, ask him about her. He laughed to himself, Griffin, what a joke. He'd told Maggie just what she needed to hear, yes Ara was in his class and yes she went to see Dr. Allen, the therapist, once a week. Hell, Maggie had apologized to Greg for jumping to conclusions. He could see her curly blonde hair and dull gray eyes wet with tears, "She was just so pretty and seemed so sincere, like she really believed she had a relationship with you." God damn Arabelle. He took a deep breath. He took pride in the fact that he had a mistress, most people knew, but he also took pride that his wife didn't know and that Ara did what she was told. That was why he had chosen her; young and pliable. He heard the key in the door and took a final sip of his brandy. He looked at the clock, she was a little late, it was already half past ten. Ara came into the dark room, not noticing Greg's large slinking figure. She shut the door behind her, looking beautiful as usual. Her long dark hair was out and straight and she wore a simple black dress that went to her knees. "Ara." Greg's voice cut through the air. She spun abruptly to look at him. She flipped the lights on. "Oh, I didn't know you were going to be here." She put a hand to her chest to calm herself, did he know? "I own the place." He put his glass down, "You look lovely." He stood up and walked toward her. "Thank you." She looked down nervously. She had seen Greg angry before and she knew his temper. He reached up and touched her face gently, "So beautiful." He rubbed her face gently. Ara shut her eyes knowing what to expect. Greg's hand came down so fast she barely had time to shut her eyes. Ara fell back against the door and raised a hand to her face where he had hit her. "How dare you tell my wife!" He shouted at her. "I'm sorry; I just wanted her to..." "You know you were never supposed to tell her a thing! Never!" He put his hands on each side of her body. "I'm sorry." Ara just wanted to avoid his anger. "Well, you're lucky; I managed to convince her you were crazy. But now what should I do with you?" He rubbed her face again. "I'm sorry Greg; I just want you to be mine." She looked into his eyes now. Into the icy blue eyes of the man she loved. "No Ara, you are mine." He said darkly as he pulled her dress over her hips. "Greg please don't." She tried to pull away. Greg slapped her again, he had lost himself, he had never before hit her more than once out of anger, but he was furious with her, determined to make her his. "Shut up you ungrateful bitch!" He ripped her panties off and took out his hard cock. He pulled her hair back so he could kiss her thoroughly. Ara began to cry a little, he had never been like this before, this rough. She wanted to beg him to stop before he ruined everything, but she knew if she spoke, he would hit her again. Greg slammed his cock inside her, lifting her brown legs up to wrap around him. "Is. This. How. I. Have. To. Treat. You." He grunted as he plunged inside of her with each word. Ara felt like she was going to split in two. Greg's huge cock ravaged her chocolate pussy over and over. "Treat you like a little whore so you'll listen to me? Oh." Greg knew it was wrong what he was doing but he couldn't help it. He hadn't expected it to feel so good. He pulled out of her and threw her over the side of the couch so her ass was in the air. Before she could get her balance he plunged into her again. He could feel his balls slapping against her ass. "That's right bitch, you're mine. I'm fucking you. Tell me who's fucking you." He said as he pushed so deep inside her Ara thought she'd explode. "You are Greg." Ara barely had the breath to say it. He slammed her hard once. "Say it louder." "You're fucking me Greg." She buried her head into the couch. She couldn't believe she was cuming from this. He was practically raping her. "That's right bitch." He continued to fuck her as he felt her cumming on his cock. When he felt himself get close he pulled out. "Turn over." He pulled her up by her hair so that she was sitting on the edge of the couch, "Open your mouth." He pushed his cock into her perfect dark pink mouth and came inside his princess. He didn't speak a word to her, just went to get into the shower. Ara couldn't believe what had just happened, but she knew she had to leave. She didn't want to hear his apologies. She put her dress on and left. Fled really, to Griffin. Griffin held her close and she finsiehd the story of Greg's assault on her. She wouldn't say the word rape, but Griffin was thinking it. "I'm going to rip his head off." "No, I don't want anyone to know. I don't even know why I told you." "Because you trust me?" She turned to look at him. "Yes, because I trust you." She leaned into him and kissed him. Griffin wanted to kiss all of her pain away, kiss that memory away. "Promise you'll never go near him again without me." She nodded, but she knew she had to see Greg again, had to settle things.