Reaching behind her, he unzipped her dress, moved the narrow straps down over her arms. The dress fell to the floor in a small heap of white cotton. She stood, naked, needing him, while his eyes roved her body. She didn’t dare move, didn’t dare break the sensual spell in the air.
His hazel eyes glittered with lust, silver and green and gold, as he reached out one finger and dragged it down the center of her body, beginning at the hollow of her throat and moving inexorably lower. She had never felt so gloriously naked, her nipples going hard, harder. His touch made her shiver as he moved lower, but he stopped just below her navel. She moaned.
“You are magnificent, Isabella.”
His gaze moved up to meet hers. Bore into her, as though her need was as naked on her face as her body was before him.
She needed him to kiss her, to press his muscular body against hers. She needed to see him, to touch him, to feel the weight of his cock in her hand, in her mouth. She knew now what it meant to want someone so much it hurt.
“Rafael, please touch me. I can’t stand it.” She could barely catch enough gasping breath to speak. “I need your clothes off. I need your skin on mine.”
Without saying a word, and with his hot hazel gaze still locked on hers, he quickly unbuttoned his shirt. It slid off his broad shoulders, revealing a chest dense with muscle, the golden brown skin smooth and hairless. His nipples were dark, dusky. Succulent. She wanted to press her lips there, to take them in her teeth.
Oh God.
The ridges of his washboard abs were defined in the contrast of shadow and light in the room. A narrow line of dark hair ran from his navel into the waistband of his linen slacks. She licked her lips as she took in the ridge of his cock rising beneath the linen. She remembered his beautiful, golden cock, had pictured it a thousand times. Her body surged with need, and she reached out, ran her fingers over his stomach, smiled when he shivered.
He watched her as his slacks came off, revealing nothing underneath but his fine erection, jutting from a nest of dark curls. God, it was beautiful, his cock. Thick and long and covered in light brown skin. More beautiful than ever.
She remembered their nearly innocent groping so many years before, those long months of heated nights when they had denied themselves that one final act. Remembered the feel of his cock in her hands as he’d pushed into her fist, groaning, until he’d come, crying out her name. Then, that last night, when he’d finally taken her virginity. She’d been shocked at the size of him, at how completely he’d filled her. It had left her gasping, desire and pain in equal measures. Now she knew exactly how to take it, and she needed desperately for him to be inside her. But she wanted to touch him, to taste him, almost as badly.
She looked up at his face so masculine, so beautiful. They were completely naked, standing on the cool tiles. She had wanted this for too long not to pause and take it all in, the sight of his lean, muscled body, his hard cock, his gaze on her. The sensation of being only a few inches from the object of her fantasies was overwhelming. She was trembling all over. It started somewhere deep inside, moving through her limbs. She could not believe they were here together, finally. Naked. Waiting.
When she stretched her hand out his cock jumped, as though trying to meet her touch. She wrapped her fingers around the velvet length of him, and he let out a sighing breath. He was thick in her hand, pulsing, a heavy velvet shaft. She ran her fingertips over the head and felt a drop of pre-come there, and her pussy clenched in response.
Then his hands were all over her, roaming her body. Her skin was burning, branded by his touch. He backed her up hard against the wall again until she felt it solid behind her, felt beautifully imprisoned by his strong arms holding her there, the crush of his body against hers. She held his cock in her hand, stroking it slowly. He moaned as he bent his head, pushed her breasts together with his hands and flicked his tongue over first one nipple, then the other. Her nipples peaked hard, the sensation driving straight into her pussy, as though he were using his hot, lancing tongue there.
Oh, yes.
Her legs almost went out from under her when he pulled one nipple into his mouth and began to suck. And again it was as though he were sucking on her hard and needy little clit.
“Rafael, please… Touch me. Fuck me. I need you.”
She slid her hand up and down on his thick shaft, and he buried his face between her breasts and moaned.
“Isabella, you must slow down, or I’ll come into your hand like a school boy.”
“Yes, do it.”
He slipped his hand over hers. “Ah, not yet. Not yet. You have to let me go.”
She stopped, released him. He stood for a moment, panting. Then, wordlessly, he slid to his knees once more and buried his face in the cleft between her thighs.
She spread for him, and thought she would come the first moment his warm breath touched her. She had to draw in a deep breath when he used his hands to part the folds of her pussy. One moment of nearly painful anticipation before his tongue flicked at her swollen and needy clitoris. Pleasure stabbed through her, sharp as glass. She pressed her hips into his face, into his hot, flickering tongue.
“Rafael, yes…”
He paused for a moment, then slid his tongue along her slit, over her clit, licking his way back down. He spread her wider, pushed his tongue into her hole, and she moaned, arching her hips.
“More, Rafael…”
He slid his tongue back up and began to lick her clit in long, slow sweeps. Pleasure shimmered through her, deep into her pussy, over her skin.
“Oh…that’s good. So good.”
When he pushed his thumbs inside her she thought she would come apart. His thumbs pressing into her, his hot, licking tongue, sensation bearing down on her like the thundering ocean outside. Her climax hit her like a bolt of lightning—that hot, that intense. She shattered around his probing thumbs, into his hot, waiting mouth.
“Rafael!”
He kept working her, lips and hands and tongue, drawing her climax out, her pussy hot and wet and thrumming with pleasure. He didn’t stop until the last rolling waves of sensation slipped away, went quiet.
She was left shaking and weak.
“Rafael,” she whispered, not knowing what she wanted to tell him.
He scooped her up into his strong arms and carried her into the bedroom.
He laid her on the bed carefully, as though she were something precious. And even though she was still quivering with the power of her orgasm, she wanted to feel him inside her, needed him to fill her with his beautiful, hard cock.
She slid her hands over his body while he held himself over her, loving every hard ridge and plane of his muscular form, the feel of his silky dark skin beneath her searching hands. Then he was kissing her again. Yes, that was what she needed, to feel his mouth on hers, to taste her own musky sea-scent on his lips.
When she reached for his cock he pulled away.
“Not yet, querida. I want to make you come again.”
She laughed, breathless. “I don’t think I can. Not like that, anyway.”
“We shall see.” There was that wicked gleam in his eyes again. “Here, turn over, onto your belly.”
It never occurred to her to argue with him, she simply did it.
“Now, up on your hands and knees. Yes, that’s it, so you are wide open to me.”
She felt wide open, exposed, but gloriously so.
“Now close your eyes, and focus on my voice, my touch.”
She did as he asked, trembling all over already with the anticipation of what he might do to her. But wanting to do as he asked, for him to do whatever he wanted.
She felt the feather-soft touch of his fingertips first, brushing over the lips of her swollen sex. She was soaked again instantly. He continued the gentle stroking for what felt like an eternity, over her lips, over the tip of her clit. Each motion sent a thrill of desire rushing through her. She needed to come again. It was even better somehow that she couldn’t s
ee him, didn’t know exactly what to expect.
His tongue took her by surprise. He pushed it right into her, into her tight, waiting hole. Her pussy clenched. He pulled back when she moaned aloud.
Suddenly, his face was right next to her ear, and he was whispering, “Do you ever use toys, Isabella?”
“Toys?” Her breath was a ragged pant in her ears.
“Sex toys, querida.”
“Yes.”
“Would you like to?”
“I want you to do whatever you want to me.” She could barely get the words out.
He was gone for a moment. The bed shifted beneath her as he came to sit on it again. She heard him open a drawer in the night table next to the bed, the sound of foil tearing, then a soft buzzing.
“I’ve made it safe for you. Get ready, Isabella.”
She took in a breath, waited. Her pussy was on fire, needing to be filled. She didn’t know what he was going to do.
Something touched her, something hard and unfamiliar, grazing her pussy lips. Without thinking about it she spread her legs wider.
“Ah yes, I love to see you do that, to open yourself for me.”
He moved the tip of the vibrator over her pussy, teasing her. A shiver of sensation reverberated through her. She could feel it in her limbs, in her nipples. When he moved it up a little higher, touching it to her clit, she moaned, surged toward the buzzing instrument, her hips arcing.
A small chuckle from him. “Try to hold still, Isabella. I’ll make it good for you.”
She tried. But as he teased her clit with the vibrator, pleasure shimmered through her, building moment by moment, and she couldn’t keep still. Despite her squirming he never let the toy lose contact. And he never did more than tease her with it, not letting her come. The pressure built. Her sex was soaking wet, until her juices slid like a slow teardrop down the inside of one thigh.
She felt his fingers at her hole, massaging her pussy lips, teasing at her entrance.
“Rafael…oh…”
“You are so wet, querida. So wet, and I can see your pussy, soft and pink. You’re driving me insane. I want to put my mouth on you again. I want to push my tongue inside you. To suck on you until you come into my mouth.”
“Ah God.” Just hearing him say these things sent brilliant flickers of pleasure through her system, hot and electric.
“Yes…” His voice was a low, sensual whisper. “I love to watch you, to see you respond. You are too beautiful like this. I need to fuck you, querida. Soon.”
He slid the tip of the vibrator inside her, and she gasped. Just the tip, just enough for the vibration to send tremors of sensation through her pussy, through her entire system. She bit her lip, trying to get a grasp on the intensity of it. She took in a deep breath, moved back against the hard toy, wanting to impale herself on it. The vibration inside of her was even sharper than before.
“I’m going to come, Rafael.”
“Yes, come for me. I want to watch your beautiful pussy while you come.”
He slid the toy in farther, filling her up, then angling it until it hit her g-spot.
“Ah God, Rafael!”
The climax ripped through her like a storm, wild and reckless. Wave after wave of pleasure roared through her, sharp and stinging. Her pussy clenched hard as she called his name, over and over.
She was still shaking when he pulled the toy from her body. She went down immediately onto her stomach, unable to hold herself up any longer.
He bent over her and blazed a trail of kisses down her spine. Her skin was incredibly sensitive, each kiss was like a tiny orgasm, searing through her system.
How was it possible that she still needed more? She craved him, needed to feel his thick cock inside her. Even after two mind-blowing orgasms, she still needed to feel him in her body.
As though reading her mind once more, he gently turned her over onto her back.
“I can’t wait any longer.” He scattered kisses over her breasts, her stomach, murmuring, “Your skin tastes like sugar cane. I could kiss you all night long. But now I need to fuck you, my Isabella.”
“Yes, now, Rafael…”
He pulled a condom from the open drawer of his nightstand and paused, watching her face, his beautiful hazel gaze locked on hers.
“Look what you do to me, querida. It hasn’t changed. You make me harder than any man could possibly be.”
He reached down, stroked his rigid shaft with his hand. It was all smooth, golden skin, except for the tip, which was darker, swollen. Lovely. She watched, fascinated, while he closed his eyes, let his head fall back for a moment. She loved to see a man touch himself, to see his large, masculine hand curled around that hard flesh. Her pussy surged with wanting when he tilted his hips, his fingers squeezing his cock. An image flashed through her mind of him bringing himself to orgasm, spurting into his hand…onto her naked skin…
“Rafael…” She licked her lips. “Are you going to fuck me soon? Because I can’t wait.”
He smiled. There was fire in his eyes, pure, burning desire, as he tore open the condom packet with his strong white teeth and sheathed himself. She opened her legs for him, reached out for him. His smile widened as he lowered his body over hers. She ran her hands over his broad, muscular back. He was solid muscle, lean and strong, his skin smooth beneath her palms. She inhaled, breathed him in, that scent of earth and ocean, mixed with her own juices, the heady scent of sex.
His body was warm on top of hers, and she loved the weight of him. With his face next to hers she could feel the faint edge of stubble against her cheek, his breath as he whispered into her ear, “This is what I’ve needed for twelve years. To be with you like this again. To be inside you.”
“Too long, Rafael.”
His cock nudged her opening and she spread her thighs wider, slid her hands down to grasp his tight buttocks.
“Come on, Rafael. Don’t make me wait any longer.”
“Now, Isabella.”
He reached down with one hand and spread her pussy lips with his fingers to ease his swollen cock between them, and even his fingers on her needy flesh were too good. Her sex pulsed, greedy, wanting. When he entered her, just the tip of his cock, a sharp thrill stabbed through her, pleasure driving deep. She needed more.
“Please Rafael…”
“Yes, you’re so wet. You can take all of me.”
He thrust inside her, filling her completely. The walls of her sex clenched around his cock, held him tight. A small groan escaped his lips. He stopped there, buried inside her, his breath a panting gasp.
“Mi Dios, Isabella. You feel too good.”
He paused, his cock pulsing inside her, and brushed kisses over her cheek, her lips.
There was a small surge in her chest that had nothing to do with the sex, and everything to do with her heart. With their bodies pressed together, his cock inside her. With the memory of the two of them together all those years ago.
Don’t think, don’t think.
She wrapped her legs around his hips, sank her hands into his hair, while her heart beat with emotion. How long had they waited to be this close? To be this much a part of one another again? And what would it mean for them now?
He began to move, a primal thrusting rhythm, and all conscious thought was driven from her mind by the unhurried slip and slide of his swollen flesh inside her. Pleasure washed over her body in long, leisurely waves. With each devastating stroke, her hips rose to meet him, her clit pressed into his pelvis. She had never felt anything this good. This intense. Pressure built like a slow fire, spread out, saturated her body a little at a time.
There was an urgency to it, the torturously slow, even movement of his body, the pleasure cresting inside her.
He slid his hands under her, cradling her buttocks, raising the angle of her hips.
“I’m going to really fuck you now, querida. I need to.”
“Yes. I need it too. Do it, Rafael.”
He changed his rhythm, mo
ving faster, deeper, whispering in Spanish into her ear. She didn’t know what he said to her. It didn’t matter. All that mattered was his cock inside her, the lovely pressure building, building. Knowing this was Rafael here with her.
He moved faster, drove harder, his cock pounding into her. It was too good. She was on the verge of coming again, but she wanted to hold on, hold back.
His panting breath was in her ear, his fingers digging into her hips as he held her. Her body was thrumming with pleasure. Each thrust brought her closer to the edge. Pure ecstasy.
Rafael…
He pumped harder, deeper, his body hot, his muscles tense beneath her hands, their bodies slick with sweat. She could sense his climax approaching as he plunged into her. She couldn’t think, didn’t want to. All she knew was pleasure, that intense build of sensation upon sensation.
When the first wave of orgasm hit her she gasped, her nails biting into his flesh. The wave turned into an electric surge and heat slammed into her, overwhelmed her. Her pussy clenched and shuddered, squeezing his hard cock still pounding into her body as her mind went blank.
“Ah, Isabella…”
Then he was coming, too, his entire body tensing. He shivered, groaned, over and over, slammed into her, driving the last of her climax on.
When it was over, they were both shaking, panting. He kissed the side of her neck, her jaw, her cheek once more, warm, sweet kisses.
“This is how we were always meant to be, Isabella,” he whispered.
“Yes…”
She held him tight while her heart hammered. She felt it too. But she had to question how much was pure chemistry, and how much was truly their destiny.
Being with him again was intense, dazzling. Her heart yearned for him as much as her body did, even now. But only time would tell if they were truly meant to be together, or if this was nothing more than a lovely fantasy come to life.
Chapter Four
Rafael ordered room service, her favorite dishes—freshly made empanadas—the small pastries stuffed with seasoned meats that she’d loved as a teenager—aroz con coco—rice made with coconut—tender slices of fresh mango and guava, and sweet grilled plantains.
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