by Diana Scott
It was burning and it was not a metaphor. It was a reality. Ardent and wet she threw herself frustrated in the bed trying to relax.
Why did she have to ask for what she did not feel capable of giving? Confidence... confidence... and how to trust a man who had the ones he wanted to just move a finger. How to know that he would not leave her at the first moment of change. They are all the same, they get between your legs, they use you to later discard you like a cleenex. Who could assure him that he was not equal to the others.
Carmen covered her face with her pillow to stifle a cry of frustration. I was confused and very scared.
Lucas returned to his room leaving Carlos to finish his guard. I was tired and frustrated. The time change had barely allowed her to stare and remembering Carmen's fury at leaving her on the beach did not help her relax.
If she were able to see beyond her past. If you could realize that men are as capable of falling in love, feeling and being true to their feelings as any woman. If I gave your love a chance.
Lucas was snorting while he was taking off his sneakers.
She had to show him that he loved her beyond a day's dust and for that he had to resist and not get in his bed. Carmen used sex as a means of escape to true romantic relationships. He tried to downplay what happened between them, each time their bodies brushed against each other.
Lucas wanted a lot more of her. Carmen was not a simple body to warm herself with and she had to make him understand that between them there was much more in every brush of skin with skin, than neither of them had ever dreamed.
The problem would be to resist. How to not touch her, not kiss her when her body cried out to be with her. Remembering those fleshy lips that minutes before biting him with impudence was enough for his member to harden to the point of extreme pain.
He took off his shirt trying to clear up. He was a fighter, a survivor, a sniper, the control of his feelings were the basis of his success on the battlefield. He could with that and much more.
He took off his shirt but did not get to undo the first button of the jeans, when he heard a strange sound. He remained still without breathing until he heard it again.
It was a moan. Soft almost imperceptible and came from the next room.
"Carmen"
She trembled at the thought that she might be in danger. He picked up his gun and in jeans and barefoot approached silently to the door.
Again. A drowned moan.
He took a deep breath and tried to calm his nerves. If that filthy bug Eder had even dared to touch a centimeter of his girl's hair, it would blow his brains without any regard.
He opened the door without making any noise. If that bastard was inside, he did not want to scare him and that he could hurt his wife.
He turned the knob slowly and entered carefully. His sight, accustomed to being the most precise, adapted quickly to the gloom given by the light of the moon entering through the window. He looked to one side and another trying to discover something but there was only Carmen. His naked body, gilded by the Brazilian sun, on fine white cotton sheets, was the living reflection of a Greek goddess. His gold hair covered part of his back. She was lying face down and her hand was moving between her legs
Another sigh contained.
— Luke, yes...
Lucas hardened when he heard the low chime of a battery—powered engine. I knew I had to leave, I had no right to be there watching but by God I was not a saint.
He growled under his breath and could see how Carmen was turning scared not knowing who was in his room watching her. He tried to sit up but Lucas stopped her with a simple shake of the head.
— Do not move — his voice was totally hoarse.
Lucas approached his bed and looked at her like a wolf about to devour his prey. His eyes shone hungrily in the darkness and Carmen could feel her breathing agitated.
Carmen was embarrassed. She knew that giving herself pleasure was normal and human but neither was it to be caught in the act.
He tried to find Luke who was vibrating uncontrollably on the blankets, but Lucas stopped his hand with the pressure of his strong fingers.
— Lie down.
It sounded to an order but she was unable to refuse. Lucas stopped being the understandable man to become an animal about to attack, although she was not scared. Not him.
Lucas swallowed. God knew he had tried but this was a lot. He reached out and let his fingers touch her gently.
— You're beautiful— Lucas caressed her cheeks to lower her hands slowly around the contours of her breasts. With his other hand he took the vibrator and turned it off while smiling mischievously.
— We are not going to need it — his gaze did not leave hers — today you have the real... Luke
Carmen looked down in embarrassment at having been caught in flagrante but Lucas would not let her.
— Sh h small— and raised his knob to see her eyes guessing his sudden shyness— do not be ashamed of anything. You are a lively, fiery woman and you can not imagine how she makes me see you giving yourself pleasure, with a dildo that you call Luke... God, you are killing me...
Carmen, hearing those words, went from shame to passion. She felt lustful, hot and ready. He wanted that man with her in his bed. I wanted to enjoy it. She loved to feel mistress of her desires, so she did not hesitate to be more daring than usual.
He lowered his hand slowly to touch her breasts and carefully squeeze one of the nipples.
Lucas breathed agitated but encouraged her.
— Go on — his voice was deep.
He had been wishing Lucas since he had arrived on the island and now he was there, in his bed and running through his body with a hungry look. Of course I would continue.
He moved his hand and it went down until he deposited on her wet femininity and could feel the breath of air that Lucas exhaled nervously. He used his fingers to caress up and down slowly, until he felt a wave of heat rise in his veins. He stretched his body with pain and could see how Lucas was dragging his other hand to put her on his bulging crotch.
Carmen kept touching with one hand to caress him with the other.
Lucas lowered his head and pressed his body to hers to kiss her in a deep kiss that left them breathless.
— Wait — he said supporting his lips on hers. Without delay he took off his jeans and left his body free to feel skin against skin.
Once naked, he lay down beside her and took her small face in his hands and ate his mouth as he had wanted to do for a long time. His mouth went down her neck to reach her breasts and devour them with the same desperation he always felt when she was near.
Carmen moaned and threw her head back.
Lucas tasted it feeling that it was the best of the dishes, the one he had never tasted before, and she felt herself floating.
His mouth continued down to reach that place that was so crazy was returning. He could smell her, feel her woman's perfume intoxicate him until he lost his mind.
He kissed her and ate her tasting her uncontrollably.
She screamed desperately and he noticed his trembling member needed. He sat up but continued torturing her with his fingers.
— Yes please, yes...
Lucas settled his body on hers.
Carmen moaned and moved to the rhythm of his caresses.
— Honey, you make me lose control.
— I want you to lose control.
— I lost it when I met you. You will be my wife, I promise you and I will be your only man.
Carmen was unable to listen, was too eager for his touch.
Lucas tried to penetrate her slowly but it was impossible. She moved encouraging him to enter her exquisite depth.
— So wet, so hot... — Lucas wanted to go slowly, wanted to show him how it feels to be in the arms of the right man but how to do it when she moaned and squeezed her legs tightly on his back. He moved his hips hard and Lucas lost all his reasoning. He took it so hard by the buttocks that he was sure it would leave marks but could n
ot take it anymore and his strokes proved it.
Carmen shouted her name and moved to the rhythm of her falls. Lucas let his instincts dominate him and began to move frantically up and down.
He wanted to possess her completely, to reach the very center of her being, where no one had ever been before.
— Oh God, honey, I can not take it anymore.
Carmen moaned once more and felt herself writhing in sweet spasms of pleasure and Lucas could feel it pressing into her body.
— Yes... yes honey... — Lucas shouted his name and collapsed on his beautiful hot body.
Lucas continued to tremble when he leaned on his elbows and could not help but feel admiration for the feelings that joined him to that little big head.
I just needed to make her see that they were more than a good dust, but her plans to go slowly had gone to hell to see her there, so deliciously hot, naked on those white sheets and giving pleasure to herself with her little friend
«Luke had called him?, like Luke in English. That could not be coincidence »
Just thinking that she could caress herself thinking about him... he could feel himself getting hard inside her again.
Carmen felt it light up again and opened her eyes in surprise.
— You call him Luke? — He was not able to stand the question.
Carmen tried to turn her head embarrassed but Lucas would not let her.
Sighing, he answered the first foolishness that came to mind.
— It was the first name I came up with.
Lucas smiled as he took small bites in the neck.
— And I love that he was the first.
Carmen tried to deny it, but she could not because at that moment Lucas began to move slowly over her.
— Again. As soon?
— If you give me five minutes I can, but in the meantime we can make the wait a little more entertaining — and while moving slowly over it, he introduced a hand between their bodies to slowly caress their growing humidity.
Carmen sighed between gasps and Lucas knew that this was the war and he was willing to win it.
It was his girl, the only small inconvenience was that she still did not know it, but he would prove it to her with great pleasure.
The perfect campaign
In the morning, Carmen stretched relaxed and as not be, nights like those reassured the devil himself.
He stretched his hands carefully trying not to wake up Lucas but noticed that his site was empty.
A small pinprick of pain crossed his body but he tried to explain it quickly. Every woman would like to see the man who had loved her so intensely at night, had the detail of waking up next to her, but hey, she was not one of those possessive weeping women, she knew what a night of pleasure was and point.
With a little bit of bad humor, he went down to breakfast and almost fell backwards when he saw the panorama.
Paulo tried to stop Doña Felisa shouting that he did not stop giving his blessings in the room with spits of cachaça. People agreed with their eyes while Adalberto tried to throw them all before she woke up.
— But... but you can tell what the fuck is going on!
— Miss Carmen, you will see, last night they have sunk the barges of Fernando the fishmonger — Adalberto sounded sorry.
— That's a disgrace — shouted another man who did not remember the name and who ate part of the toast for her — if he does not fish, he does not eat.
— I see... — Carmen did not understand anything.
— Bela Carmen, good morning— Paulo looked at her with that smile capable of melting the steel and Carmen could not help but respond with another in a funny way.
Lucas was close and could not stand it. Jealousy I had never felt in his twenty eight years this became s all together and on the same day. He got so close to Carmen that she felt like he was pushing her from the place.
— Good morning Little Girl. Have you slept well? — He looked at her with burning fire and she knew that it melted just by listening to his voice.
— Yes, thank you— Carmen tried to recover from the uncontrolled heat that went up her body— can you know why they are all in my inn?
Adalberto went forward to speak but Paulo stopped him.
— You see bela— Lucas growled angrily and Paulo smiled amused— it seems that last night they knocked down the raft of Fernando the fishmonger and tried to go for the one from the fruit bowl but your friend the... the huge one with dark eyes ran to the place and was ready to reach it but they escaped in a motorboat.
Carmen looked as if she did not understand anything.
— Y...
— Well as I told you, your friend is a bit... big and... strong and when he ran screaming along the beach with a gun in his hand he gave the image of Exu himself and Dona Felisa thinks he is a little bit.. As we could say... possessed— Paulo spoke haltingly.
— Exú, possessido— What are you talking about?
Carmen looked at Lucas trying to clear his mind but he seemed to be having fun with the situation.
— Yes, we must make a meeting and invoke your spiritual guide. Poor man, we must save him— the lady in the background screamed safe.
— Yes... that... that... — they all shouted as Dona Felisa nodded, raising her hen up and uttering unintelligible words.
— But what are you talking about, who is the poor man? I do not understand anything— Carmen pressed her forehead hard, thinking that her head would explode without the need for any spells.
From the back of the room a roar was heard and everyone turned in their direction.
— Madam or stop spitting or swear I'll hang the chicken and prepare a broth.
The woman drowned with her own scream while squeezing her scandalized chest, but she did not daunt in front of such a man.
— I will help you son, you calm.
Dona Felisa continued to fondle Carlos with his hen up and down without any fear of the growing anger he was beginning to show.
Lucas decided to intervene before there ran anything more than Dona Felisa's spit.
— Come on demon, tell me exactly what happened last night, and without further ado, pushed Carlos out before his friend became an authentic Satan from hell.
Dona Felisa kept shouting her spells and Carmen sat down to drink her papaya juice. This was too much even for a strong woman like her.
— Seeing that everything seems solved— Paulo cleared his throat amused— I go to the radio, we have the beginning of the campaign "No mais Stress, no more hotel disasters".
— Yes, I have a job too. I have sent a few emails and a friend is helping me from Madrid.
— Madrid? — Paulo replied intrigued — is he an ecologist?
Carmen smiled.
— No, but he is a hacker and will send my claim to the president of the United States, if necessary.
— Well, well, that's great.
— Anyway, I'm going to prepare everything. Tomorrow is the big day.
— Morning?
— The concentration in the town. Have you forgotten?
— No, no, sorry, I do not know what day I live.
Carmen looked everywhere but could not find Lucas again.
— He left with Carlos — answered Paulo sure of Carmen's curiosity.
She blushed when caught in the middle of a rampant search.
— Bela, be careful, we are in Brazil.
— What do you mean? — Carmen did not understand Paulo's words.
— That same, another is willing to quickly accept what you undone without thinking.
— I do not need advice from any man on how I should act. I'm a big girl and I decide for myself same.
— Bela, you are beautiful, smart and with character, do not let a little weed prevent you from seeing the beautiful beach where you can rest— Paulo said goodbye with a kiss on the cheek and left.
Carmen sat for hours with the simple company of a fruit juice.
And if Paulo was right in what to se
e further.
As far as she knew, Lucas had always behaved better than well. Could it be the exception to the rule?
He was there to protect her. He had traveled many miles simply to know that he was safe. That must mean something different from what he had experienced with other men.
He tried to make a summary of all his experiences with Lucas. As a perfect woman, she organized and reviewed situations one by one with him and had to accept that she had never lied to him, on the contrary it was always clear, more than clear, she thought concentrated.
Lucas listened to his youthful story, without judging it, or justifying it, he had simply given him a shoulder to lean on.
Yes, that was Lucas, handsome, strong and always ready when she needed him, as she was not going to be in love with him.
« God, in love! I'm in love"
Lucas had confided his feelings, he had asked her for his heart but she had already given it to him.
He also mentioned something about trust but how to do it when the fear of being hurt is so entrenched in your skin.
« Could I trust him?»
Carmen got up and sighed resignedly. Wanting was one thing but trusting that was a much bigger step.
«Could I give you my heart without any fears? And if I wanted to do it... How is it done? How do you trust in love and fidelity when mistrust has been the meaning of your life for so many years? »
I would have to go step by step and see what happened.
It was clear that they wanted each other, if I could start with a little more free relationship, like who knows... later on.
Carmen resisted changing her way of life or thinking so abruptly.
Protect our
Lucas walked along the beach on his first shift as he watched as she slowly approached him.
It was beautiful.
Her beautiful golden hair glowed even more with the tan that the sun on the island had given her. Her breasts covered with a small short T—shirt that showed that tiny navel button that he liked to lose made him go crazy.
Lucas shook his head.
"Be strong. Our destiny is at stake »
Carmen approached and without asking permission she grabbed his neck and kissed him with all the rights.
