If Only

If Only - Chapter 10

Chapter 10

Tsavo West, Kenya

Julian

"Morning, princess," I spoke softly in her right ear that was visible. The left side was buried in the pillow. She was sound asleep but we needed to get going if we didn't want to miss the sunrise.

Last night had been out-of-this-world fantastic, and all I wanted to do was crawl back in bed with her. I couldn't wait for our getaway this weekend where I would have her all to myself, no work obligations, just the two of us.

She'd taken me by surprise after dinner, but what a nice surprise. I loved the fact that she didn't mind losing the bet; she'd wanted me more. My body was aching in all the right places. Only an hour ago we'd made love again and I simply couldn't get enough of her. If I hadn't been hypnotized by our chemistry before, I was now entirely under her spell and I wanted more, so much more.

"Oh god, yeah, please, Julian," she'd moaned as I'd lifted her leg and eased into her snug warmth for the fourth time. We'd been like wild animals, fornicating like our lives depended on it. I'd made her come and she'd licked me. She'd ridden me like a porn star and I'd f****d her hard from behind. The s*x was the best I'd ever had and I hoped she felt the same way.

"I love how responsive you are to me, Cora. I belong right here." I'd pushed myself to the hilt and held her close. She'd wiggled in my arms silently, asking me to move inside her and give her the much-needed release once again.

"And I love it when you f**k me. I knew we'd be like this." She'd turned her head to me, giving me her lips, mouth and tongue unashamedly. We'd only known each other for a short while, but we were already starving for one another. "Give it to me. All that you have, Julian; don't hold back." She'd been wide awake by then. Her body was flush against mine as I f****d her from behind. Like a train wreck, she'd come all over my c**k and I'd followed suit.

"f*****g hell. You undo me, baby. So goooood." My climax had me all spent. I'd dozed for half an hour before getting up.

"Cora, love. I need you to get dressed. The car's leaving in 20 minutes and we don't want to miss it."

“Coffee; do I smell coffee?” She sat up in my bed, looking like a goddess. Her hair was tousled and she looked gorgeous and thoroughly f****d. I smiled, knowing that I was the reason for the satisfied smile lurking around her mouth.

"Here you go. We'll have more in the car and breakfast when we get there," I explained.

"Will you please tell me what we're doing and where we're going at this hour?" She blew on the steaming hot coffee in her cup and looked over the rim.

"No can do. Sorry princess, but I promise you it's going to be worth it."

"As long as I'm not jumping from a plane." She swung her legs over the edge of the bed and got up. Stark naked, she strolled past me and handed me the half-finished coffee.

***

"Oh god, Julian. I can't do that." She pointed directly at the hot air balloon waiting at the clearing we were approaching. It was still dark, but dusk was creeping in over the savanna. My friend Bill and I were timing the tour so that we would experience the awakening of the sun. It was the most magical hour of the day.

"Yes you can, and you will." I held her hand. “I'm not going to push you out of the basket, but I will make you forget your fear while you take in the breathtaking scenery below.”

"How exactly do you plan on doing that?" She sounded skeptical, but I knew what I was doing.

"No need to worry, princess. All you have to do is enjoy this once-in-a-lifetime ride.”

We were greeted by Bill, who was our pilot. He was a fellow photographer who'd fallen in love with a Kenyan woman and they'd settled down in her beautiful home country where they ran a thriving hot air balloon business. Tourists were plenty and all of them wanted the full African experience.

"Hello mate, good to see you. I'm ready when you are." Bill hugged me and extended his hand to Cora, who'd lost her voice.

"I'm not sure I can do it," she stuttered. I put my arm around her and squeezed her shoulders.

"You'll be fine. Wait and see. We're here for you, sweetheart." Bill didn't know I was the only one who could use terms of endearment with her. She glared at him and wasn't convinced by his words.

"Cora, can I speak with you?" I whispered. She nodded. "If you don't want to get on board, I won't push you. That is not what this is about. It's not me being right and winning the bet. I've flown with Bill before and it goes straight to your heart. Promise, and I will distract you if needed.” I kissed her and didn't care that Jabali and Bill were our audience.

"Okay, let's do it," she said, her voice determined. “But tell me, how did you know I was going to lose?”

"Thank you. I didn’t know, but I wanted to do this with you anyhow which is why I planned it." It was too premature to say that I wanted to take her on adventures for the rest of our lives. To my knowledge she was merely having fun with me.

"First I will make sure there's enough air in the balloon, and then I'll blast the flame in the envelope mouth," Bill explained. "You can board the basket, my friends."

I positioned myself right behind her when we were inside and encircled my hands around her waist.

"I'll release the balloon now and then fire the flame from the burner."

The air heated up and we lifted off the ground.

"Oh god, oh god," Cora said in a strained voice. "I think I'm going to be sick."

"No you're not. I've got you, baby. Now give me that sweet mouth of yours." She didn't reply, but I turned her head to the side and pried her lips open — pure divinity. "Don't make a sound. I will make you feel good. Just feel, don't think." Her sigh was all I needed to follow through with my plan.

My hand was flat on her lower abdomen. I skirted the hem of the skirt before I dipped under the elastic band. My mouth didn't leave hers, but I switched to a quieter pace and made sweet love to it. I was hungry for her orgasm and starving for her pleasure. At that moment I knew how to make her fears go away. Under the fabric my fingers traveled farther south, inside her barely-there thong. The underwear was a small scrap of fabric that needn't be there. She was warm and so ready for me, but she would have to do with my fingers. I moved her lower lips apart and accessed her folds. Her c**t was a small hard button that I already loved to play with. She pushed her back closer to me, and my hard-on wanted to come out and participate. Later. The balloon rose above the bushland. A herd of zebras was right beneath us, and to the right a large group of elephants was drinking and bathing at a waterhole. I strummed her c******s like my favorite instrument as I took in my Africa. She was close. I felt her body's signs and kept up my rhythm.

"Julian, please,” she whisper-moaned, and I kissed her again.

"Come for me, my beautiful."

That was all it took; she didn't need more encouragement before she fell apart in my arms.

"Open your eyes, Cora." I helped her down from her free-falling. My hand rested on her mound as her small spasms subsided.

"Gorgeous," she whispered.

"Stunning," I replied, but I wasn't looking down.