Erotica: Steamy Saturday Night

The waves rolled in, splashing over my feet and up my ankles as I walked along the beach. Breathing deep, the salt-flavored air sent my head reeling. It had been ages since I’d seen the ocean last. The stars sparkled above, twinkling as the sand squished pleasantly between my toes. The stars didn’t photograph well on my phone’s camera, even with night scenery selected. However, I had a strong feeling I wouldn’t be forgetting this night ever.

My heels dangled from my hand, the edge of my skirt in the other. Tonight was the last night I’d be here in paradise. The smell of smoke from bonfires dotting here and there was sweet, as if they had tossed on some kind of incense. The only other light on the beach came from the windows of the houses fully lit up as parties continued into the late night.

The party I left had dispersed quickly when the cops showed up after a fight had broken out. The two men had been fighting over some tall, leggy, blonde that watched with wide-eyed fascination. Her brown eyes had brightened at the violence. It appeared to me that she purposefully played them against each other. I watched her at the various functions and seminars. She had never been hard to find as her perfume was strong and cloying. The sweetness of the scent was the kind that stuck in your throat. She spent time with one man and then the other and it made me wonder what plans she had for them. I also wondered if they allowed her to play them like that. It all came crashing down at the party. Alcohol and jealousy don’t mix very well.

I kicked at a partially collapsed sand castle left from families playing and building earlier in the day. I had never had guys fight over me before. Not that I wanted the cops called or people being hurt, but wow, the power to affect people like that enamored me. I thought back to past relationships. None of my partners had chased me really, either. Although, I wasn’t really interested in playing silly games. As I continued thinking about it, my past relationships felt as a way to pass the time with someone rather than being alone. I tossed those thoughts into a box and closed it. It was time to leave the past exactly there, in the past.

Glancing around at all the other parties going on, I wondered what would happen if I wandered into one and started chatting with people I didn’t know. It was my last night here and the work was over. I had opted to take a later flight back home at my own expense so I could have at least a few hours to enjoy myself. Nothing exciting had happened the entire trip, other than the partners of the firm I worked for fighting over ridiculous issues and the woman having two men fight over her.

I stopped and allowed the waves to wash over my feet and ankles again as they rolled in. I stared up at the beautiful sky dotted with stars. Far out over the water, I saw a shooting star. I closed my eyes tight and made a wish.

“I wish something exciting would happen before I have to leave for the airport!” Yes, it was childish and immature but I couldn’t help myself. It was automatic. See a shooting star; make a wish. It was something my sister and I had done growing up. Something our mother had instilled in us when we were young. Laughing softly at myself, I reveled in the feeling of the water washing over me, the sand between my toes, and the salt on the breeze as it kissed my skin. The elation I felt being on the beach would never get old.

Breathing deeply, I closed my eyes and stretched. My hands above my head, shoes dangling, a large wave rolled in and knocked me off balance. I couldn’t keep myself from falling, but thankfully, someone caught me before I got drenched and covered in sand. “I got you!”

Warm, strong arms embraced me, then picked me up. The scent of his cologne was a light and barely there sandalwood. As the man carried me further inland, I got a little worried he was going to carry me off somewhere. Finally, he set me gently down on the sand and smiled at me. “That’s better, yes?” There was a slight accent to his voice, but I didn’t know many accents and was unsure of his.

“Yes, thank you.” My hands rested on his shoulders, shoes hanging over one. I stepped back, but into a hole and tripped, my shoes hitting him across the chin. I landed on my ass in the sand, my foot in a hole, and a slight pain in my ankle. I sighed and put my head in my hands. Then I heard a low groan.

“Oh, God. I am so sorry!” I stood back up slowly brushing sand from my dress and testing my left ankle. “Are you okay? I am such a klutz. You rescue me, get your pants and shoes drenched in the process, and now I’ve hit you in the face with my shoes.” I felt mortified inside and could feel the flames of embarrassment as they whirled around inside me. I touched his face lightly, but when I came in close, I saw laughter in his eyes.

“Just fine, madam. Having a little fun. What about you? Your ankle?” He slid his fingers down my left leg from the side of my knee as he crouched down to look at my ankle. This time a different kind of heat seared my insides. The tips of his fingers were calloused and felt so delicious against my soft skin. I tried to shake off the feeling so I could remember what he’d asked me. Thankfully, my mind cleared quickly.

“It’ll be alright. It’s just a little sore. I’ll put some ice on it. I’m so glad I didn’t hurt you.” I felt the tension leave my body as I realized that my wish had gone a little haywire. I had asked for something exciting. This wasn’t what I was looking for, but perhaps it was exactly what I needed. Hopefully I would find out sooner rather than later.

“How about I escort you back to your hotel? The clouds have moved in and there is no moon tonight.” At first I wasn’t sure I should allow him to escort me anywhere, but he appeared to sincerely care. I couldn’t help but think he genuinely wanted to make sure I was okay and that was hard to find in the world these days. I made a decision to embrace the haywire wish. Hopefully there wouldn’t be any other bumps in the road.

“You know what? If you keep me from falling on my ass again, that would be great.” The deep chuckle that came from him made me laugh as well. “I’m Emma.”

He held out his hand to me, “I am Raul. It is a pleasure to meet you Emma.” Instead of shaking my hand, he bent over and softly placed a kiss on my knuckles. No one would ever believe this in a million years. He guided me into a turn and slipped his arm around my waist.

“The best way to keep you from falling would be to keep you close. Tell me what you are doing here on this beautiful beach so late at night, Emma.” I couldn’t help but smile at the way he said my name, as if it were something exotic to him. When people said my name it usually sounded so boring and plain. But the way Raul said my name it was as if he were tasting it before he spoke.

Even though the only light came from bonfires and beach houses, I could tell that Raul’s dark hair was thick and wavy. The hint of a smile I saw on his lips when I looked up at him, he was much taller than I, made me tingle inside. “I came down for a work function. We’re here for the week. The rest of my coworkers are probably landing right now. I chose to stay a few more hours to have some semblance of a vacation.” I waved my free hand at the expanse of the beach, ocean, and houses. “Here I am. A few hours of paradise. I have to be at the airport by 3 to get through security and make my flight.” Raul pulled me even tighter against the warmth of his body. The humidity of the day had lessened as the sun went down and the breeze came in to blow it away. It felt good to have a man so close, a man who smelled so good and clean.

“Well, do you plan to sleep before then, or….” Raul let his words hang there, waiting for me to pick up where he left off. It had been a very long time since I had the pleasure of a man’s company. The last vacation I had was a family reunion, so there hadn’t been anyone who wasn’t somehow related to me to hang out with. The past several months were a complete and utter slump. For a few seconds I thought this may be a bad idea. Raul’s fingers were gently squeezing my side as we ambled along the beach. The hotel I was staying at was further up than I recalled earlier in the day. Usually, I was in a hurry. Being in such a beautiful, relaxing place gave me a reason to slow down and smell the salt-scented air.

“I’m not sure.” I looked up at him, fully sure he would keep me from tripping again. “I have plenty of time to decide what to do with the next few hours. Would you be interested in getting a drink together?” I felt like my speech pattern was slowing. Normally, I spoke quickly. I always felt that I had to get right to the point as fast as possible with as few words needed. Being here under the beautiful night sky, walking with a man so close to my body was a definite plus towards relaxation.

“It would be a pleasure to accompany you. Shall we go to the bar?” The smile that graced Raul’s face could have lit up the darkest room. Thanks to the lighting at the bar, I was able to enjoy it completely. A slow burning spark breathed to life deep down inside. I really liked this stranger who caught me. He pointed to the back entrance of the hotel off the back deck. The deck had its own bar and it was packed with people dancing, drinking, and chatting loudly. Snippets of conversations and laughter fluttered over to us. That meant the bar inside would be empty, or as close to it on such a perfect evening.

People tended to linger in the air conditioning when it was so humid out that you felt like a swollen sausage. As the sun went down and the breeze moved in, people would move outside. I had seen it the entire week staying here. Shuffling from meeting to meeting, lecture to lecture, sometimes between buildings. The tropical heat of the day would make you feel as if you were about to turn into a puddle of goo on the sidewalk at any moment.

I looked up at Raul from the door to the hotel and nodded, “That would be perfect.” I hoped he would pick out a table in a dark corner to sit close to each other. While I wasn’t normally the type to have a one-night stand, I couldn’t help thinking that I was meant to meet this man for a special night. Perhaps my wish, and my fall shortly thereafter, were signs that my drought was coming to an end.

We walked up the sloping ramp of the deck and Raul opened the door when we reached them. Using his shoulder for balance, I slipped on my sandals. They weren’t anything fancy. Just a find at a chain shoe store, and they were cute and comfortable, just not good for walking on sand. I entered before him and then stepped to the right so that he could enter beside me. I normally would have continued ahead, looking for a table. Something held me back. I realized it was rare when people opened doors for me. I normally opened doors for myself and then continued inside as if I weren’t with anyone, even in a group.

Shaking my head slightly, I got rid of the thoughts as best I could. I wanted to enjoy the rest of my time. I wanted to focus on enjoying time with Raul. I turned to look up at him and he smiled, offering his arm to me. I slipped my hand into his elbow and we continued inside.

The lighting inside the bar was a soft, yellow glow. It told you here’s a comfortable place to kick back and have a drink, quiet conversation, and wind down.

Looking around the bar, there were only a couple of tables taken. One group had pushed some tables together and they were all chattering to each other. I thought perhaps they were one of the groups also here for the same conferences my coworkers and I attended. Raul nodded toward the back corner booth. It was empty and that was just perfect.

We carefully stepped passed the boisterous group as they laughed loudly. By the time we reached their table we had missed the joke. One woman looked at Raul and a smile formed on her face as she took in all of him. Her eyes drank in the sight of him as if he were the last man on earth and she was just the woman he needed. Raul slid his elbow from my hand and I thought for just a nanosecond that he was going to choose her. My fear was unwarranted however. Raul slid his arm around my waist and pulled me in close. Dismissing the woman, Raul guided me to the table in the corner.

I couldn’t help myself and glanced back at the woman who tried enticing him away from me. The look on her face was a little scary. Her lips were in a sneer, her eyes full of anger. She had been beautiful until Raul had chosen me over her.

I felt my face flush that this woman would be so angry that a man chose someone else over her. I wasn’t embarrassed, I was angry myself. How dare she think that a man, who already had a woman on his arm, would just abandon her to choose another. Perhaps it had worked for her in the past, but not this time. Raul was mine, at least for a few hours.

Raul slid into the booth before me and then offered me his hand. I took it and sat down next to him. As soon as I was situated, he slipped his arm around me and pulled me even closer. I could feel the length of his thigh pressing against mine. The warmth of his body easily bypassed the fabric of his jeans and my skirt. It felt like his body was made of heat. Hot enough to make me feel as if I may spontaneously burst into flames.

With his free hand he slid the length of my ponytail off my shoulder and whispered softly into my ear, “What do you do for a living, Emma, that would be so lucky as to bring you here for us to meet?” I still couldn’t place his accent, but I knew I had heard it before, and not on TV or in a movie. The feel of his breath against my skin sent goosebumps traveling down my body, a moist warmth settled between my legs. I knew then that I was going to invite him back to my room.

Before I could answer, the bartender showed up and plopped down a couple of coasters in front of us. His name tag said “Erik” and he looked tired. “Good evening, my name is Erik. What can I get for you two, tonight?” He didn’t take out a pad of paper or anything to write down our orders, but then again, it was very late and they weren’t serving food at this hour. Raul smiled and gestured that I should order first.

“I’ll have a Screwdriver, please.” Erik nodded and then looked to Raul. I studied Erik as Raul ordered some beer I had never heard of before. Erik looked tan and probably didn’t have any tan lines. His shirt fit tightly across his chest and arms, but he wasn’t built like a weightlifter. He looked like someone who surfed or swam often. He was a few inches taller than me and I thought is hair may be blonde or light brown. I couldn’t tell his eye color in the dim lighting, but his facial features were average in my opinion. Good looking, but nothing to write home about.

Raul turned his attention back to me as Erik left to go get our drinks. I felt a little complicated ordering a mixed drink and hoped Raul didn’t think I was stuck up or anything. “I haven’t the stomach for beer, but I do enjoy a bit of rum or vodka now and then.” Raul laughed and drew his fingers gently down my cheek. He traced my lips with his thumb and I thought he might kiss me then.

Instead, Erik returned with our drinks and set them in front of us. I didn’t realize until he returned how long Raul had been staring into my eyes. Raul pulled out his wallet and handed him a bill. “Keep the change.” Erik looked at the bill, then back to Raul.

“Are you sure?” Raul waved his hand and nodded. I wondered if Raul was simply trying to impress me by throwing around money, but I didn’t linger on the thought. It wasn’t as if we were dating or were planning a future together. I was going to enjoy this man and, hopefully, think fondly of his company on lonely nights.

“I’m an administrative assistant. My supervisor is on maternity leave and couldn’t make the conference so her boss had me come instead. It was pure luck that I was even here, honestly.” Raul’s eyes lingered on me as I spoke. I dropped silent. A small thread of desire built inside me. It wove its way from my center and I felt things waking in me that I hadn’t felt in months.

“Then I am a very lucky man to have been on that beach to catch you, Emma.” He reached for his beer with long fingers and sipped from the glass Erik had poured it in. That reminded me that there was an icy drink melting away in front of me. I reached for the straw and took a tentative sip from the glass. Erik had made it with vodka, Absolut if I knew my liquor, and vodka I knew. There had to be more vodka in the glass than there was orange juice, because I could barely taste the citrus. It was really strong, but I took a long suck from the straw anyway.

The cold of the drink slid down my throat and when it hit my stomach, the warmth of the alcohol spread fast, reigniting the threads of desire from earlier. I wasn’t a lightweight by any means, but I was used to places that watered their drinks down with ice or mixer. Apparently, Erik must have thought Raul needed some help seducing me or maybe he made all of his drinks this strong. I didn’t know, but I knew I wasn’t going to be able to finish it. Especially if I wanted to be coherent going through security.

“So, what do you do for a living, Raul?” I felt silly saying his name for some reason. It wasn’t a name I’d never forget, that’s for sure. It felt exotic and, even though it was a simple name like mine, I felt like I couldn’t give it the true depth the way he had said it when he introduced himself. It felt flat on my tongue and, in a way, I felt bad for not being capable of making his name sound as beautiful as he made mine when he spoke.

“I am a broker, of sorts. I travel a lot and bring businesses together for projects. In return I get a finder’s fee.” Raul sat back and took a long drink from his glass again. I hadn’t really gotten a good look at him since it was dark outside and dimly lit in the bar. He was wearing a white button down shirt and jeans. The shirt was definitely something you’d wear in the office, but he made it look relaxed with the sleeves rolled up and the top few buttons undone. I could see dark hair on his chest through the gap and wondered how it would feel against my skin.

The jeans he wore weren’t truly meant for business, but the conference and seminars had been casual attire mostly. We still had to stick to the guidelines for casual Friday, but other than that it was a relaxing week. I recalled that he was wearing boots when I had fallen earlier. They weren’t cowboy boots, but more meant for construction or hiking. Definitely more suited to the beach than my heels.

I probably looked a mess next to him and he’d been soaked to the knees when he caught me. The skirt I wore had been an impulse buy and stopped at mid-calf. It was white with an embroidered pattern about two inches from the hem. I wore a dark purple tank top with it that matched some of the thread used in the skirt. My hair, brushed and tossed into a ponytail this morning was probably a mess of frizz by now. I had lost my sunglasses somewhere in the house of the party I was at and missed them even though I didn’t need them at the moment. They had also been an impulse buy and would’ve been my memento of paradise.

Wrapping my lips around the straw, I took another long drink. I felt I could drink about half before having to stop. That would be the equivalent of two, maybe three, normal drinks for me. I would probably want to get something to eat before getting on the plane as well, something greasy so I didn’t get sick.

I couldn’t help being a little nervous and fiddled with the straw, stirring the liquid and ice together, hoping to get a little more water than alcohol in my next mouthful. Raul slid his fingers along my back, upwards to my shoulders and pulled me further into the corner of the booth. I settled against him, the heat of his body warming the chill from my drink.

He took another drink of beer and I wondered if I should ask him something else. My heart increased in speed as his hand slid from my shoulder to my waist. Raul’s fingers slowly caressed up and down along my side. My tank top was short, but not quite a crop-top. It crept upward as his fingers caressed me. Soon, my skin was exposed and I felt the roughness of his fingertips against my skin.

“What do you do when you’re not working that makes your fingertips so rough?” Raul paused in his ministrations, his head fell back and he laughed. When he stopped laughing, he finished off his beer. “You are quite inquisitive, Emma. I like to work on my home. My hands are a bit rough, yes? I started adding a deck. I like working with wood.” Raul smiled big and his fingers started moving again, but this time they caressed the underside of my breast through my bra. “Do you like the feel of my rough fingers, Emma?”

When he said that, his lips were pressed against my ear and the loose tendrils of hair that escaped my ponytail tickled my skin. Goosebumps rose all over me at once and the heat of desire followed them. I tilted my head away from Raul, but not to dissuade him. I wanted to feel his lips against my skin. “Yes, I like your fingers very much, Raul.”

The alcohol running through my body relaxed me. I felt warm and giddy from the feel of Raul’s body against mine, the way his fingers felt as he teased my skin with his touch. I couldn’t help but laugh softly and my hand rose. Before I realized it, my fingers ran across his jaw covered in dark stubble. I wanted to feel his face against my neck and other places.

I felt his thumb probing the edges of my bra. I wanted to feel his fingers probing me elsewhere, though. When his lips touched my neck, I gasped softly. I couldn’t help it. The heat of his body, the feel of his hands, the heat of Raul’s breath, it was overwhelming. I felt the fingers of his other hand graze my thigh. I wondered what he had in mind. His hand found mine, the one that wasn’t touching his face, and gently took it.

Lifting my hand to his lips he gently sucked on my fingertips, one by one. His eyes never left mine as he did. “I would very much like to know more about you, Emma.” He guided my hand down between his legs and pressed it against his jeans. I felt just how he wanted to get to know me. Raul gently nibbled on my earlobe, and I melted right there. I could feel his hips moving slightly. He used his hand to press mine against his cock. I realized I hadn’t given him any way of knowing that I wanted the same thing. I was just letting him do all of the work. It was time to let him know that I wanted him, too.

Taking control, I rubbed my hand up and down the length of his cock. There wasn’t much more I could do with it being trapped in his pants. Turning to face him, I licked my lips slowly, hoping it would look sexy to him. It must have, because it wasn’t more than a moment later that his tongue was in my mouth, twisting with my own.

Since I had started playing with his cock on my own, Raul’s hand was free to explore other parts of me. He started slow, teasing my skirt up my leg and caressing my knee. It was too slow, though and I used my free hand to guide him between my legs. I could feel how wet my panties were from him sucking on my earlobe earlier. I almost exploded over the edge when he had taken it between his teeth and ran his tongue along the edge.

All of a sudden, I felt the heat of a thousand suns glaring angrily down upon my being. It shredded my sense of desire almost to the point that I thought Raul was a dream. I pulled away from Raul’s lips quickly and looked at him. He wasn’t the one causing this feeling. I looked back towards the rest of the bar and that woman was staring at us. The woman he had dismissed earlier. The hatred coming from her coated me in what felt like an oil slick. If this was what it felt like to be hated so deeply, then people who had told me over the years that they hated me weren’t trying hard enough.

Raul lifted his hand from between my legs and touched my chin. I looked to him and saw that he was also looking at her. The look on his face was one of sorrow. He pitied this woman. Slowly, he stood and took my hand. “Let us leave this place, Emma. I want to have you to myself.”

I doubt she could hear him over the laughter and conversation of those around her, but the woman’s face said she would never forget this, never forgive this. I didn’t understand how someone who didn’t know who I was could feel this way. She didn’t know me. A feeling of dread pinged around inside me and a little voice said perhaps she knows Raul, but I didn’t want to believe that.

Nodding, I slipped out of the booth and led Raul into the hotel through the front of the bar. I could feel the woman staring into my back as if she could stab me with her eyes. I felt grateful to Raul for deciding to leave.

When the door to the bar closed behind us, I paused and let myself just concentrate on my breathing. The oily hatred of that woman was still there, but not as strong as it had been just moments ago. “Emma, are you unwell? Should I find a doctor?” Raul’s hands held my shoulders. I realized I must look like I was panicking and shook my head. “No, I’m fine. That woman…,” I couldn’t finish the question. I wanted to know if he knew her, but a little voice deep down told me it didn’t matter because he left with me.

“Is of no importance. Come. Let’s get you to your room, Emma.” I froze. I couldn’t think. Raul’s arms slipped around me and held me close. He whispered things to me in a language I didn’t know. Light kisses were placed on my head and his hands rubbed my back in a soothing manner.

I could hear his strong heartbeat beneath my ear. It was calming. The feel of his hands against my body was stirring desire inside me again. The light scent of his skin and cologne infused me with desire all over again. Putting a smile on my face, I looked up at him. I wrapped my hands behind his neck and pulled him into a kiss. I didn’t want to stop kissing him, the feel of his lips were exquisite. The way his tongue slipped in between my lips to twist and turn with my own set my nerve-endings on fire. The electric heat ran down my body to settle between my legs and I gasped when he crushed me against his hard body. Pulling away I lost myself in the depths of his golden eyes.

Raul looked unsure what my choice would be. I thought kissing him would make that obvious, but sometimes men are a little oblivious. “I’m up on the third floor.” This time I did take the lead. Walking down the hall, I pressed the button to the elevator. I thought Raul hadn’t followed me, but when I turned around, he picked me up and carried me into it the empty car.

I could feel the length of his body against mine, but the feel of his hard cock sent shivers throughout my body. The doors closed behind us and Raul paused to press the 3 button. When he turned back around, I could see just how devastatingly gorgeous he was in the light. His hair was so dark it showed blue highlights. It was little long, curling over the collar of his shirt. The dark stubble on his chin didn’t take away from the deep tan of his skin. It was his eyes though, that blew me away. They were deep brown with flecks the color of honey. The light caused those little honey flecks to glow as if he had a light within.

When the doors to the elevator closed and it started moving, he grabbed me again. Raul took out the band holding my ponytail and slid his fingers into my hair. He smiled at me and kissed the tip of my nose, which made me laugh. I could still feel the vodka working in me, relaxing tense muscles and loosening my usually tightened sense of control.

“I believe I like your laugh, madam.” Raul touched my sides and I couldn’t stop the giggles. I was ticklish and laughter poured out of me. I was giggling like a school girl. “Stop, please stop.” I gently fought off his hands and he let me. Pulling me close he started kissing me again and the touch of his tongue against mine caused sparks to go off behind my eyelids.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him tighter against me. I couldn’t help myself, the feel of his body against mine made me burn hotter than I ever had before. The heat building up inside me made me feel like I needed to be soaked with a fire hose to cool down before I combusted into a million tiny motes of flame.

Compared to the boyfriends I had been with in the past, Raul was definitely not a boy. The way his fingers glided along my skin lit up levels of desire I had never felt. The calluses on his fingertips against my silky soft skin were too much to bear with the way he skillfully kissed me. I wanted to melt into a little puddle on the floor.

It didn’t take long before the elevator dinged and the doors opened. With reluctance, we separated and exited the elevator. I turned right down the hall and slipped my key card from the little wallet hidden inside a pocket of the skirt. I reached the door and Raul took the card from my fingers. Sliding it into the slot, he opened the door and looked at me with those deep eyes. Heat sizzled through the center of me and settled deep inside. I didn’t think there was any way I could become more heated in my core, but there it was, another level of desire coursed through me.

Raul reached up and tucked a lock of hair behind my hair. Smiling, he spoke softly, his accent thick, “If at any time you want me to leave, just say so and I will, Emma.” For a moment, I envisioned him going back down to the bar to pick up the woman that had stared death at me earlier.

I reached up and grabbed a handful of his shirt, then dragged him into the bedroom. I’m sure I wouldn’t have been able to budge him if he hadn’t willingly come along, but it was such a nice illusion.

Raul had reached out with his hand and closed the door. It shut with a soft click of the lock. We were finally alone.

I didn’t want to waste any time and I started unbuttoning Raul’s shirt. He unbuckled his belt and took care of his pants. He picked me up and sat me on the bed. Bending over, he took off his boots while I took off my tank top and bra. There wasn’t anything sexy or sensual in getting undressed, but when Raul stood naked before me, my breath caught. A smile slowly played on his lips but I only caught that in a glance. My eyes were riveted to his cock before me, long and hard. It thrust out at me straight and proud as if it were pointing toward what it wanted. Me.

I went to take off my sandals and Raul stopped me, “Leave the heels on, Emma. For now, anyway.” He slid my skirt down with my panties and tossed them on top of his clothing. Grabbing my ankles, he spread my legs, then crawled onto the bed between them.

“What would you like, Emma?” He pressed kisses along one of my ankles. “Of everything you’ve experienced, what do you want right now?” His tongue lightly caressed a path from my knee as he widened the space between my legs.

“You.” I couldn’t catch my breath, and the simple word came out low, but when his eyes looked into mine I knew he heard me. It wasn’t anything amazing or special that I wanted. The simple fact that this gorgeous man caught me from falling on the beach was special enough. The idea that he was in bed with me now was almost unbelievable. I had always been plain, boring Emma, always in a hurry. Now, thinking was not an option, giving Raul control over my satisfaction however, was a good way to end this trip to paradise.

Glancing over at the clock, Raul smiled when he looked back at me. “It looks like I have a little time to give you exactly what you want.” He plunged that amazing tongue between my legs, his hands behind my knees, spreading my legs as wide as they would go. There wasn’t anything teasing or tentative about it as he plunged his tongue as deep as it would go between my lower lips.

I was overwhelmed as shudders ran through my body and my hips thrust forward. I wanted his cock in me and I grabbed Raul by his thick, dark hair. My intention was to pull his face away and guide him up my body, but instead I held him in place. His tongue flicked and circled my clit expertly. I clamped my mouth shut tightly as the orgasm swept through me. The moans were muffled by my tightly closed lips. My hands fisted in Raul’s hair and I had to be causing him some form of pain, but he kept lapping away as I came.

The shudders subsided and I fell back to the bed. I didn’t realize I had sat up as much as I had until I laid back. I couldn’t help but pant as I caught my breath. Raul pressed kisses against my thighs and stomach as he slowly worked his way up my body. The stubble on his cheeks and chin tickled and giggles escaped. When he looked at me with those dark honey eyes, I slapped a hand over my mouth.

After a few more uncontrollable giggles, I touched his face with a light caress. The feel of his stubble against my hand wasn’t as tantalizing as it had been against my thigh but it was still incredible. “My apologies. I’m not laughing at you.” Raul took my hand and rubbed his chin against it, then kissed the palm.

“I like hearing you laugh, Emma. Never apologize for that.” I pulled him up and kissed him deeply. Slipping a hand between our bodies, I gently wrapped my fingers around his hardness. When I started stroking him, he kissed me harder and his tongue matched the rhythm I had chosen.

I slipped my hand from his length and played with his balls. Rolling, lightly squeezing, and feeling the weight of them in my hand. Raul’s hips thrust against me as I teased him. He rubbed his face against my neck and whispered my name, breathless with need, “Emma.” Instead of giggling this time, a wave of heat sizzled through me from my neck to my toes.

I felt his hands working between our bodies as he distracted me with kisses and nips. I heard the crinkle of foil and realized that he was slipping on a condom. I hadn’t even thought about it. Relief flooded on top of the desire inside me and I used my leg to pull him closer to me. I wanted him buried deep inside me and I wanted it now.

Feeling Raul’s teeth glide along my skin as he licked and nibbled ramped up my need from eleven to eleven thousand. When his tongue and teeth met my nipple, there was no holding back. I moaned and lifted against him. My hands found their way to his hair again and I squirmed against him. Raul grabbed my wrists and held them fast above my head.

Rising above me, Raul took his time entering me. I couldn’t help but watch as his cock slid deep inside me. Watching the way his muscles rolled as he pumped into me caused my heart to race faster. He continued to press my wrists roughly into the covers and the way he held them hurt, but it was a gentle pain. Fully inside me, Raul paused and nuzzled my chin with his stubbly chin. It tickled and I squirmed against him, laughter bubbling up through my lips.

He nibbled on my earlobe and whispered things I couldn’t understand into my ear. Using his free hand, he slid it over my skin, fingertips barely touching. Shivers followed the path of his fingers, causing heat and cold to coalesce inside me. Goosebumps stood up following his fingers while inside I felt as if I were going to burn to a cinder.

I wanted to grab him and pull him hard into me, but he wouldn’t let my wrists free from his grasp. Every time I struggled he would kiss me deeply while rocking his hips slowly against mine. Raul pulled almost all the way out and then pushed slowly back inside. It drove me to the brink of insanity. I wanted rough, rip each other’s clothing off, break the headboard sex. Instead he was slow-going and gentle with me.

Nibbling along his jaw, I made my way to his earlobe and bit down. I felt the tremors of pleasure ripple down his body. Raul grabbed my breast tightly in his hand. A moan escaped my mouth as he rolled my nipple between his thumb and finger. Rolling my hips in a hurried rhythm didn’t help because his hand left my breast and grabbed my hip to slow me down.

“Why in such a hurry? I promise I’ll get you where you want to go, Emma.” Raul’s lips against my ear as he whispered, as his hand squeezed my hip, set me off. I bucked my hips hard against him, he couldn’t hold me down unless he let my wrists go, but he didn’t try to stop me. He rode the wave of my orgasm like a surfer waiting for a better wave to come along.

The orgasm ebbed away and Raul kissed me again, twirling his tongue with mine. He gently bit my lower lip and grinned down at me. “Now that you are soaked, I can truly give you what you want.”

My wrists were let loose as he slid his hand down my body. He grabbed my legs and shifted us on the bed so they were spread wide open. Hot kisses came next, his tongue shifting around my own, his thrusts matched the playfulness and I wanted to scream. I couldn’t help the moan that escaped as we kissed and he shifted his hips against mine a little harder, a little faster.

As Raul slid his hands along my body slowly, tweaking my nipples, I felt the pins and needles as blood rushed back into my wrists and hands. I knew his grip had been tight, but never realized how much pressure had been on the nerve-endings until now. Reaching up, I gave as good as I got by pinching and flicking his nipples. The way he twitched and how his eyes rolled back told me all I needed to know.

Lowering his mouth, he sucked my nipple into his mouth and flicked back and forth with his hot tongue. Losing control, I sunk my nails into his shoulders. My chest rose, pushing against his hot mouth. Eyes closing, all I could do was shudder and shake. The man still wasn’t being rough with me, but he was hitting all the right buttons.

“Please, Raul, go faster.” Breathless, I wasn’t sure if he would hear me so I slid my hands down his sides and reached around to sink my nails into his tight ass. His head rose above me, eyebrow raising questionably. “Please, harder!”

An evil grin slid across his lips and he lifted himself up. Placing his hands behind my knees, he held me in place. “As requested, madam.”

I watched, lust-filled, as he pulled his cock back and quickly shoved back in. The sound of our skin slapping as he continued to hold me down and increase his pace was exactly what I wanted. Before I knew it, stars were bursting behind my closed eyelids and a long, low moan emitted from my throat. I couldn’t stop it, the wave grew bigger and bigger as it engulfed my body. It was so close, right there at the edge of my senses, but I wasn’t going over yet. The wave wasn’t splashing down, just getting higher and higher.

I couldn’t understand the gibberish coming out of my mouth, but Raul did. He shifted slightly and the ever growing wave crashed down inside me. It wasn’t long before his voice joined mine, my tight hole clenched around his length as I tried to pull him over the edge with me. As I started to come back to reality, he shifted again.

Now he was on his knees, between my spread thighs, his hands holding my hips, he lifted me slightly. Harder and faster he drove into me. Sweat drenched his tanned skin and I lost control to another climax. The wave that hit me felt like it was going to turn me inside out. I reached out, needing to grab onto something, and grabbed his upper arms. Raul’s face clenched with concentration. He almost looked like he was in pain, and then it all went away as I felt the scorching heat of his cock start to throb. His face turned to one of pure satisfaction. His eyes stared hard into mine. It made me feel as if he were searing the moment into his mind permanently.

I couldn’t help but laugh. I hadn’t felt this good in quite a long time, but then the laugh just kept bubbling up out of me. Soon, Raul was laughing along, too. There wasn’t a joke to be told, but there was definitely happiness shared. Slowly, he released my hips and laid gently on top of me. He started kissing me all over again. “That was -” I couldn’t help but cut him off.

“Oh yeah, it definitely was.” A happy sigh left me as I relaxed beneath his weight. I pulled him closer and tighter to me. Glancing over at the clock, I saw that only about forty-five minutes had gone by. “Want to go again?”

Raul laughed and started tickling me, which caused the giggling to start all over again. “Absolutely, Emma.”

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