by Ames, Ilsa
I tugged her around one last corner, into darkness.
“Right here,” I growled, turning her in my arms to face the cave wall. I gently pushed her against the wall, pulling her face around and capturing her lips with mine. I could hear the other tourists outside and knew we could be caught, but there in the darkness with my astonishing bride, I didn’t care.
My ears picked up the sound of her breath as I nibbled at her earlobe, my lips went down to her neck, and then I turned her to find that spot at the back of her neck, the one that I’d learned last night made her go weak.
“I can’t get you out of my head. I could still taste your pussy on my lips even after I showered again. You fill up my thoughts, June; I can’t stop thinking about you.” My hands slid down into her panties. She was wet for me already.
My words made her shiver and I saw her press both hands into the wall as she arched her back, pushing that tight little ass back into me. Her head tilted, as if she waited for more words, my girl liked it when I talked dirty, so I gave her some more.
“Mm, baby girl, I knew you’d have a wet little pussy for me. Good girl.” I kissed her bare neck, her hair in a ponytail high on her head. “Your pussy is so sweet, June, and so fucking wet. I could slide my big cock into you right here and right now.”
Her ass thrust back into me, and I felt my hard cock press against her, my fingers pressed more firmly onto her clit as a reward.
It was barely even our first day here and she’d already come so many times I’d lost count. I knew she wouldn’t turn another orgasm down, my wife was hungry for all she could get.
“Good, June, ride my fingers. You’re so fucking ready—so fucking hungry for my cock.” I pressed my thickness into her ass again, and I groaned, wondering if my cock would even fit in her tight, virgin ass.
I covered her mouth with my hand when she moaned loud and clear. I knew the sound would carry.
“Shh, baby. Quiet or someone’s gonna hear you, and you don’t want an audience, do you?” I felt her body go stiff and heard her whimper. Oh, maybe she did want an audience then? “You’re just there on the edge, aren’t you? About to flood my fingers with your sweet, tasty juices as you come against this wall, here where anybody could watch you. Let go, baby, let go. Maybe somebody else will get to see how beautiful you are when you get off.
“I’m going to fuck you again, June. I’d love to fuck you right now, but we need to get back. I’ll have your pussy later, when I have time to do it right, to watch the way your mouth opens in surrender as you come. Maybe I’ll fuck you against the window, where everybody can see you. Oh, there you go,” I growled, stopping the words and concentrating on her clit, while I sucked at the place at the back of her neck.
Her ass ground into me and made me ache to fuck her hard and fast and come deep inside of her with my hand over her mouth to hide her screams of her pleasure. Fuck, she made me hard. She brought out the filthy in me.
She shuddered against me in the darkness, her breath shaky little gasps through her nose as she moaned under my hand, her ass writhed against me. I braced her against the wall until her shivers stopped.
She turned in my arms and sought out my mouth with hers. She kissed me, and I kissed her back. It was gentle at first, but slowly, it began to burn and ignite into something wild and fierce. My own need was evident by the force of my kiss and the throb of my cock against her stomach. I needed to be inside of her so desperately it hurt, but I knew we were out of time.
If we pushed it, we were going to get busted. And while that was hot to think about, it was fantasy. The idea of someone actually walk in on me balls-deep with this girl got me furious. The idea that someone else—anyone else—would see her the way only I was allowed to see her got my blood burning fiercely.
Fuck, I’d never felt something like that before.
“I’m going to regret not fucking you. But later, you’re mine, sweetness.”
8
June
The chill of cold glass against my naked skin soothed the heat that Tiago had built inside me when he pressed me into the floor to ceiling window. How long could he make this heaven he’d created inside me last? Could it go on forever?
I didn’t want to move, even though I was naked, and the room was softly lit behind me. My hands were behind me, clasped in his, but I didn’t want him to release me. I wanted to be his I wanted to be all his.
We’d been in Hawaii for three days now, and Tiago took every opportunity to show me just how many naughty ways there were to fuck. He’d had his way with me in our bedroom, on the beach again, once even in a closet we found empty and unlocked. That time in the cave when he’d growled those naughty, erotic, and hot words got me off harder than his fingers did. I didn’t know that I was an exhibitionist, not until he’d whispered to me that someone might see me, and it had turned me on even more. He’d picked up on it quickly, clever man.
Filthy man.
Amazing man.
He’d done it again, on the beach earlier in the day. He’d started to apply oil to my skin with his strong, broad hands, his fingers found all the achy spots as he did so and turned those tiny quadrants of pain into pleasure. The sun made the oil on my skin hot, and as his fingers dipped beneath me, and down into the bottoms of the tiny black bikini I’d worn, he’d begun to whisper to me.
I’d felt his cock pressing into my bottom as he leaned over me, his finger danced on my clit, and he’d told me about all of the things he wanted to do. The ways people might see me while he fucked me and made me scream for more. Need had blossomed immediately, and there, sprawled on a towel on the beach, I struggled to keep my hips still while his finger tormented my clit. I turned my head away from him and bit down hard on my lip to keep a straight, impassive face.
Pretend people can’t tell what he’s doing, June, I’d told myself.
“Even if they don’t know now,” he’d growled into my ear as he made me come, like he was reading my thoughts. “They’ll know later. Trust me, beautiful. Anyone who sees you right now can tell that a man has claimed you. Trust me when I tell you that any man who looks at you when we leave this cabana is going to know someone’s just made you come so fucking hard like a naughty girl.”
His fingers kept rolling my clit, and instantly, I started to fall into another climax.
“They might wonder how loud you moan, or how fucking sweet your tight little pussy tastes, but it’s all mine, June. You are all mine.”
And his voice was just for me, a whisper of breath against my ear. I felt his cock against my ass, hard and long where he pressed into me. I couldn’t hold back a gasp as he spoke to me.
Tiago used his teeth to undo the strings of my top and pulled me back, letting the air touch my aching nipples. I gasped, feeling so exposed, and so naughty. I knew it wasn’t like we were that in the open—the cabanas had privacy shades and all. But they weren’t walls either. They were halfway translucent cotton, and I knew even if someone looked and couldn’t really see, they’d get an idea of what was going on.
And holy fuck did that get me even wetter.
Tiago paused to let his free hand tease one of the aching peaks of my breasts before he pressed me back down. Fuck, everything in me felt swollen, felt hot and achy as Tiago continued to torment me. It was so wicked, and oh so dirty—being out in the open like this, but I couldn’t get enough. I squeezed my thighs together as the ache grew, a quest for relief, but that just made it worse, not better.
“God, I want to fuck you, June. Right here, and right now. Feel how fucking hard you make my cock, baby. You make me want to grab this tight ass of yours and fuck into you so hard you can’t stand it. Other people might see you, angel, but no one else can have you. Because you’re mine. This pussy is all mine.”
His teeth had found that spot in the back of my neck then, a spot that did such wonderful things to me, and he bit it gently while he sucked. And that, with his filthy words, sent me exploding into orgasm. A cry escaped my throat,
and I came, gasping into the towel spread beneath me.
My body went tense and Tiago’s fingers curled in and out of my pussy, as if trying to coax out every drop of pleasure he could as I came hard. Another burst shot through me and my hips pushed up in the air, my hands clenched in the sand as I gave in to what my body wanted. My nipples were tight and ached where they pressed into the towel, and every part of me wanted him to slide my bottoms off and fuck me.
Audience or not, I wanted him.
I was glad the surf chose that moment to become loud because I came even harder.
“Fuck, I know you love being so naughty like this, June. I can feel how wet your pussy is on my fingers. So fucking slick.” His lips were at my ear, and I panted, my body spent as the final orgasm thundered through me.
“I want you to think how good it feels to be bad. How hard you came being my naughty girl.” Tiago pulled his hand from my bottoms and rolled over.
I could see that his cock was hard as a rock and wanted to relieve it. I reached for a towel, but he stopped me. “Uh-uh, baby. I want to fuck you later. Let me wait, I’ll come harder.”
With a grin, I turned my head and let myself sink back onto the lounger. This was a side of myself, and Tiago, I hadn’t known about. He knew I’d been a virgin and had taken it upon himself to show me what the world of sex had to offer. This had been one of those places, those experiences, that he knew I’d missed out on. I loved it.
I didn’t feel ashamed, although I did feel naughty. It was a good kind of naughty, that kind that made you just a little bit dirty but gave you confidence. I liked that smudge of dirt, and I loved how it all combined to make me feel. It felt like for the first time in my life I was giving up control, and in such an amazing way. And Tiago had given that to me. Married only a few days and he’d already changed the world for me.
It was later, after a shower, dinner, and a few more dance lessons from my handsome husband, that I was against a pane of glass, my body on fire all over again. As soon as we’d made it in the room, he’d taken my hand and led me to the window.
His hands had pulled at my clothes until they were gone, and I was naked in front the glass, my eyes on his. His eyes flicked to the window, before they fell to the full round globes of my breasts.
“Don’t make promises you don’t plan to keep, Tiago.” My smile was sultry and a dare at the same time.
“Oh, I’m going to keep that promise, June. I’m going to keep it so hard.” He’d stalked forward, and I’d backed up, until my skin was against the glass, exposed to everyone below.
His lips wrapped around my left nipple and his hands held my ass tight. His fingers flexed as he lifted me to press my pussy tight into his groin. My smooth legs wrapped around his waist and I couldn’t help but writhe against him. My clit rode his shaft, until I moaned in delight, low and needy.
I’d known you could crave sex, I had the old vibrators to prove it. What I hadn’t known was that sometimes, once you had it, you wanted more. Sometimes, once wasn’t enough and you needed more. That’s how it was with Tiago anyway. It didn’t matter how many times he slammed into his cock into me, it was never enough.
Even now I craved the next time, the next moment when I’d get to feel his skin against mine and find out what he had planned next. Tiago was inventive, a lover that gave far more than he got, and he was already my addiction.
I sighed as his lips tugged at my nipple hard, just the way I liked it. I wanted more, as always, so much more. His hips thrust into me, and that didn’t help, it made the need worse, and I heard him chuckle.
“You want more, baby? Tell me what you want.” His growled the words around my nipple, his teeth never let the bud go.
“I want your cock, in my mouth, Tiago. I want to suck you until you can’t come anymore.” The words came out on a breath, and I hoped they were the magic words.
He’d let me touch his cock, and get my mouth on it, but he’d never let me have the one thing I wanted to try the most. I wanted to have him in my mouth when he came, but he wouldn’t let me. I don’t know if it was because he wanted only to pleasure me or if it was something else. The fact that I hadn’t voiced that want. I hoped now that I’d voiced it so clearly, he’d let me do it.
I heard him groan, and he let me slide down his hard, muscled body. Every inch of him was toned, and I loved every centimeter of it. His skin was smooth and silky under my lips and fingers, and I tasted him on my way down. I paused at the area just below his navel, the flat plane tempted me as my hand grasped him, at last.
I thought back to the beach, and the naughty thrill he’d ignited in me. And slowly, the sultry seductress I’d never known was inside of me came alive.
“I want to suck your beautiful cock, Tiago. I want to suck your big cock, and then I want you to shoot your cum straight down my throat.”
I heard a strangled sound from him, and grinned as I opened my lips for him.
I loved it when he was naked. And now, on my knees, his cock between my lips, I felt powerful again, as I had this afternoon on the beach. I watched him as my lips opened and drank his gasp into my soul as my tongue slipped out to the tip of his to lick him softly.
“I should warn you that not every woman likes the taste of a man’s come.” His jaw was clenched as he spoke, and his fingers clenched at his sides as he fought for control.
“Well, I won’t know until I try, now will I?”
With my eyes locked on his I moved to take him deep into my mouth. I closed my lips around the head of his cock and held him there. Tiago groaned and sank back against the glass. I explored the tip with my tongue before I opened wider and he slid deeper into my mouth.
“Fuck.” He murmured above me. “Fuck, that’s so good. Keep going, you can take more.”
I wasn’t sure how I could, my mouth was open wide already, but I pushed down, until he was at the back of my throat.
“Oh fuck, baby.” He gritted through clenched teeth.
I can’t claim to be an expert, it was my first blow job, but he seemed to enjoy. I wasn’t sure how to swallow around his cock but gave it a try. He went a little deeper down my throat, but he hit something, and I had to pull back.
“Don’t push it, baby girl,” he gasped, his eyes wild. “Just what you can take. Small steps. Just—oh shit.”
He growled as I inhaled more of his cock, swallowing him even deeper this time and moaning around him. His closed his eyes and he let his head drop back against the glass. I felt his hands grasp at my hair, and that’s when things changed, when it became hotter. He held my head still, and with a groan, he began to stroke into back of my mouth, his control gone. I felt that same surge of power and desire I’d felt on the beach today and moaned around his cock in my mouth.
Tiago was always a considerate lover, but now, as his control snapped, he took all that he wanted, and I let him. He’d given me so much since we got married, I wanted to give something back to him. I wanted to give him the kind of pleasure he gave me, even if I wasn’t an expert at it.
My untutored fumbles and attempts seemed to work, though. He’d lost his control and that made my pussy hum with excitement. Power, desire, it all swirled in me as I worked to get him off, and the fact that he finally couldn’t say no, couldn’t let go of my face as he fucked my mouth drove me wild.
I used my left hand on his cock and found my clit with my right hand. I needed to come. I was too wound up to stop myself, and realized I’d lost my own control. The sounds he made, the gasps of surrender, the grunts when I did something particularly well, went right through me, and the way his cock pulsed in my mouth? Fuck, I had to get off with him.
Tiago glanced down the length of his body, he watched my mouth before his eyes slide down. He could see that I had my hand between my legs, and he groaned eagerly. He knew where my finger was, and that seemed to turn him on more. His breaths came raggedly, and his fingers clenched tighter in my hair. He was close. So close.
I dared him with my eyes,
but I never let his cock go, I kept up the pace, as he watched me take him again and again. His face went hard, and he took a deep, sudden breath through his nose. I’d waited days for this, and now, it was time. I couldn’t pull out now, he was about to unload straight onto my tongue.
The first pulse of his cock set me off, and I had to fight myself to not bite down as I moaned in ecstasy. I tasted him, salty and tangy and sweet, on my tongue. Fuck he tasted good.
I loved it all, his taste, the way he bit out a curse as his cock pulsed again, and then again, the way he breathed, all of it. His thick cock pulsed again and again, my lips tight around him and sucking until the very last drop teased over my tongue.
I’d made him come, with my mouth, and that was the most powerful thing about it all. I’d made my husband come and that made me come harder.
9
Tiago
I read the note I’d written for June and left it on her bedside table.
“Wear something sexy, tonight, I’m taking you out.”
It’d been a month since that night against our hotel room window. An entire month since we’d left Hawaii, and I was still stunned at how well it had all gone. And at how fast it had.
Life settled down into something normal. But that’s not say it wasn’t a little tough after the honeymoon was over. After all, now we were going to be living together, under the same roof, per the terms of the arrangement. And we’d be doing it in the real world, not off in Hawaii in fantasy-honeymoon land.
We’d faced the problem with grins though. By the time we’d left the island paradise, we knew we didn’t want to live apart. There was no point, mainly because we couldn’t keep our hands off each other, or stay out of bed. Or the wall. Or the door, or damn, the beach. My cock went hard as I remembered that session on the beach. Hell, or any of the times.
