When the song ended, she was afraid her little moment of escapism would vanish but Ryker had other plans. He kept on dancing, never letting go of her. She was mad at herself for letting him do anything he pleased with her, and yet it was impossible to deny how great she felt in his arms.
One song turned into a dozen until she lost all notions of time. In short order, the dance floor thinned out and they were alone. The waiting staff got busy putting out Tiki torches and the decorative lanterns on each table. It was closing time.
“I do not want to say goodnight, Jessica,” he murmured with a hint of desire.
Her answer surprised her. “Me neither.”
“Do you want to have a nightcap with me?”
She was fully aware that by nightcap he didn’t really mean a nightcap. Any other day she would have pointed out the distinction. Not tonight. She found that she wanted the same thing he did.
“I know just the place,” she said before losing her nerve.
Chapter 3
“This is it,” she said, opening the door wide to let her guest in. “It’s not much but…”
She didn’t have time to finish her sentence. Ryker was spinning her around until she was in his arms. He stared into her eyes before crushing his lips against hers. It was so sudden that Jessica didn’t know how to react. This was going much faster than she was used to.
On the other hand, she wasn’t naive. She knew perfectly well what was going to happen when she suggested they came to her room. It was just that now things were vividly real, there was no going back.
But it was okay, she didn’t want to go back.
She closed her eyes to absorb the kiss. His mouth was strong enough but the movement of his lips on hers was surprisingly tender. She inhaled him and told herself it was acceptable to act silly on vacation. It was fine to obey one’s primal urges once in a while.
She opened her mouth ever so slightly and Ryker got the hint. He gently probed her mouth with his tongue, tasting her. She found herself melting against him and she hugged him tightly as to not fade away. Most of all, she wanted to make sure he was real.
“You are so beautiful, Jessica.”
Her heart was beating faster at his words. She wasn’t used to hearing this kind of thing and the thought that he was telling her what she wanted to hear so he could sleep with her occurred to her. But no, his eyes were not lying, he was sincere. Besides, she wanted to get horizontal as much as he did.
She bounded forward to continue making out but the tall man resisted. In fact, he reached behind him and closed the door. He took extra seconds to put the Do Not Disturb placard on the doorknob and then bolted the door.
“Now it is just you and me.”
He took her into his arms again, wrapping an arm around her waist and holding her against him snugly. He brushed her hair back and cupped her face with one hand while he kissed her sweetly. Jessica found herself moaning. She opened her mouth wider and now it was her turn to probe his mouth with her tongue.
Before she knew it, she was stroking Ryker’s chest. It was better than she had imagined. The torso was hard under her fingertips, a mass of muscles and taut flesh which only served to make her imagination run wild. She encountered the buttons of his shirt and started undoing them one by one.
“You want me, don’t you?”
Her eyes snapped up and she looked at him with uncertainty. He was speaking the truth but she was scared of admitting it.
“Tell me, Jessica. Say the words.”
“I want you,” she whispered.
The hint of a smile appeared on his lips and he kissed her again. Her head was swimming as his tongue danced with hers and yet she managed to be coherent enough to continue unbuttoning his shirt. When it hung open, she let her hands graze his bare skin.
It was even better than before!
In addition to the mouthwatering muscles, his skin was scorching to the touch. He wasn’t exactly bodybuilder material – that wasn’t her type anyway – but it was better than most movie stars. She investigated his washboard abs and felt a surge of desire in return.
Ryker’s kissing became more insistent, feverish even. It was now his turn to stroke her body up and down. He made circles in the small of her back, just below the edge of the fabric. Then he went higher, making contact with her skin. His fingers were rough which contrasted with the smoothness of her flesh.
Her breath caught in her throat as she imagined what it would be like if she touched her elsewhere. When he touched her elsewhere. She definitely wanted things to move along. She was getting hot, moist!
“Ryker…” she began not exactly sure what she wanted to say, only knowing that saying his name made the whole thing real.
He grinned to her and then went about kissing her cheek. She thought it was rather tame considering what they’d been doing before but she quickly understood when he carefully planted kisses along her jaw line. He went down to her neck and her eyes rolled back while she shivered under his wet lips.
Before long, it was her shoulder on which he lavished attention. He brushed her arms with his fingertips and she was so distracted that she didn’t notice him lowering the straps of her dress until it was too late. Halfway down her chest, Ryker pushed on the fabric. When it was past her breasts, there was nothing to hold it up and it fell to her waist.
The Dutchman leaned back to take in the scene. His expression was unreadable until she noticed his eyes burning with desire, drinking her in. Being topless before him made her self-conscious but it was lost on him. He looked up at her.
“You are a goddess.”
He was lying, of course. Jessica couldn’t see any other explanation. Her hips were too wide, her breasts too heavy, and she definitely had to go on a diet. Why couldn’t he see that? More disturbingly, why did he look so sincere as he appraised her?
He kissed her again and her apprehension vanished. That wasn’t the kiss of someone who was merely tricking her into bed. No, she felt the eagerness in his tongue. He softly pawed her chest while they made out, giving gentle squeezes which sent goose bumps throughout her body. Unable to help herself, she whimpered in his mouth.
He backed away, gave her a wicked little grin, and bent forward until his mouth was below her. He showered her chest with kisses while he continued kneading her breasts. He traced circles around her pink areolas before blowing cold air on her nipples.
“Aaahh…”
He captured the tip of her left breast into his mouth and at the same time pushed the dress down past her hips. She felt the light cotton pool around her ankles and suddenly felt extremely vulnerable.
Ryker continued playing with her chest and caressed her nearly naked body. That’s when she became aware of where she stood. She was in the middle of her room, darkness being almost complete save for moonlight streaming through the sheer white drapes. Because of the oceanfront location, the only thing she heard was the waves crashing onto shore.
She found that she was looking forward to what was visibly going to happen. She was nervous though not as much as she thought she would be. There was something about that man that was comforting. She wanted him, wanted to please him.
She wanted to be pleasured by him!
She didn’t flinch when she felt his fingers slithering into the waistband of her panties. He tugged down and she stopped breathing as he undressed her completely. He brought the underwear down but it was only an excuse to caress her smooth legs from hips to ankles. He looked up at her from down there, his face a growing mask of lust.
“Ryker,” she began, wishing she could beg him to put his face between her legs but lacking the courage.
He went back up to his feet and took her into his arms as they kissed once more. Her hard nipples dug into his chest and that alone was better than anything they’d done so far. It was so intimate, so tender.
Steeling her resolve, she reached down to undo his pants. Her hands were shaking with nervousness and he had to come help her. He didn’t laug
h, didn’t comment on her ineptitude. After the zipper was down but before his pants fell to the ground, he led her to the bed where they both sat down. She managed to step out of her clothes and sandals before tripping.
Sitting on the bed made things a lot more real and Jessica became nervous again. She overcame that feeling by acting bolder than she really was. She kissed the handsome man and once again stroked his impressive chest.
Not to be outdone, Ryker squeezed her breasts and let his hands trail down across her stomach. He touched her between the thighs which made her unconsciously spread her legs. It wasn’t wide but he didn’t need much. From several inches away he could feel her heat bathing his hand.
“You really want this, yes?”
She nodded while staring into his deep blue eyes and that’s when his fingers became insistent. He cupped her mound and explored her folds with his middle finger.
“Oooh,” she gasped, throwing her head back.
There was no fumbling in what he was doing. He was agile, confident. He touched her expertly in a way she had never experienced before.
“Do you like that, Jessica?”
She didn’t answer, nor did she have to. The stunned expression on her face was all he needed. He stopped paying attention to the outside and sent his fingers into her. Her whimpers became louder, more visceral. He could have made her explode right there but he had something else in mind.
“Touch me,” he ordered.
He didn’t stop moving within her but he went slowly, languorously, unwilling to bring things to a hasty conclusion. He took her right hand and brought it to his lap. She instinctively closed her fingers around his girth.
“Ryker…”
In spite of herself, she was impressed at his size. He was long and fat but not overwhelmingly so. The hardness mimicked his chest, smooth satin over steel. Most of all, she was taken aback by how scorching it was in her hand.
She stroked it mildly, matching the movement of his fingers inside of her. She saw him part his lips and knew she was doing something right. He kissed her while they continued pleasuring each other.
“I cannot take this any longer.”
Good, she thought. She wasn’t long for this world either. She went on squeezing his manhood until he had to actually back away from her. Unfortunately, that also made his fingers slip out. She immediately felt a void!
He removed what remained of his shirt and for the first time she had a good look at his nude body. The rest of him matched the chest she had admired earlier, all muscles and sharp angles. Her nostrils flared and she involuntarily licked her lips.
He turned back to her and at once she knew what was going to happen. Using her hands, she pushed herself up to the middle of the bed as he followed her. She lied on her back while keeping her head up to look at him, anything to make sure this was truly happening. She barely heard him slipping into a condom.
“I want you, beautiful Jessica.”
As he lied on top of her, she opened her legs to accommodate him. She hoped he knew how eager she was for him to take her. She flinched when his hardness bumped into her but her soft moan was inviting nonetheless.
He reached down to guide himself and within moments he was at her opening. He wiggled in, keeping his eyes riveted on hers to gauge her response.
“Do it, please.”
That’s when he pushed in. She arched her back at the incredible sensation. He was invading her, splitting her open majestically. She lifted her arms and wrapped them around him, urging him on.
She couldn’t remember the last time it had felt this good, the last time she had actually wished a man to go faster within her. She looked into his eyes at his face twisted into a snarl of desire.
“More,” she demanded.
She opened her legs further, summoning him to ravish her relentlessly. His thick member hit all the right sensitive spots and at once she was breathless. She hugged him close, willing the Dutchman to take her hard.
Then, he did something that surprised her. He hooked his left arm behind her knee, pulling her leg up in the process. She had never done this before but readily saw the appeal. He now could go deeper, faster.
“Yes!”
Her body began to tingle all over. She was climbing, climbing so high!
“Ryker, oh Ryker!”
Sensing her disposition, he picked up speed. He himself started to experience the first signs of his release. He bent her leg even more and pumped faster, harder!
“Ooooh,” she groaned through ragged breaths.
Jessica couldn’t take it anymore. After the flirting, the teasing, the delicious kissing. After suffering through his deft fingers and now his throbbing member, she was at the end of her rope.
She was at the Gates of Heaven!
Her eyes rolled back and her mouth opened. She felt the climax envelop her like a warm blanket. She was suddenly unaware of herself, of anything in the physical world. Her mind was lost to the euphoric haze which was overtaking her entire being. Just when she thought things couldn’t get any better, she felt him swell within her.
“Aarrggh!” he grunted through clenched teeth.
His hardness got bigger still in there and he erupted. Her orgasm started anew as he exploded within her. She hugged him tightly and found that she was digging her fingernails in his back. He didn’t mind. In fact, he went faster, unleashing his seed deep into her, inside the condom.
She opened her eyes because she wanted to share this moment with him. She saw he was also looking at her, his gaze boring into her as if it was what prompted his release. And then he kissed her.
They kissed and moaned and embraced tenderly as they rode out the blissful event. Regaining her senses, as she fell asleep into his arms, she knew she wanted this to last forever, however unrealistic that may be. It didn’t matter, she was willing to be grateful for small miracles.
But the next morning, Ryker was gone.
Chapter 4
Daphne loved speeding across the ocean, feeling the wind in her hair. The boat was a glorified dinghy with a powerful motor and it made her feel close to the water. She distinctively felt each wave as it rocked the watercraft. More than that, the motion was getting her excited.
She alternated looking between the vast blue sea and Ricardo who was at the helm. He was only wearing a pair of swim trunks, the rest of his strong, dark body gloriously exposed to her. That was another thing that excited her. Even though they had been together all night and had done all sorts of wonderful things, even though they had done the same this morning before leaving, she felt the hunger once again.
She scooted closer and shamelessly put a hand on his knee. He looked at her and grinned. No doubt he was remembering what they had done before, she thought. Most men remembered their nights with her. Her hands crept up higher and she used her fingernails to graze the inside of his thigh.
“Do we have time before we get there?” she asked.
“I can take the slow road.”
“Good.”
She leaned into him and they kissed ravenously. She was glad he was as eager as she was. His free hand found her chest and slithered inside her bikini top. She moaned deeply. It wasn’t so much because of what he was doing but rather it was knowing what was to come.
“Hmmm yes…”
She returned the favor by groping him. There was no question that he was ready for her, ready for more. She kissed his chest and traced her way down as she knelt on the hull. He was all smiles when he grasped what she was about to do.
Daphne found it was more uncomfortable down there, the waves were being felt much harder, but it was part of the charm. She had never done this in a speeding boat before. She pushed up the leg of his shorts until she could snake his manhood out through the side.
Without waiting, she took it between her lips. It tasted so good! She was ordinarily a free-spirited person but vacations sent her over the edge into Crazytown. She became wild, totally uninhibited. Just like this week. Just like ri
ght now.
Ricardo caressed her head while she pleasured him and she relished the attention. His fingers combing her hair, massaging her scalp, it sent tremors through her body. She was aware he wanted her to go faster but she had something else in mind and therefore had to take her time.
“Please, go faster!”
She bobbed on him three more times and then straightened up. “Let’s get to the island first. There are things I want you to do to me and a moving boat just won’t be ideal.”
“Please, do it a little more.”
“Say please later. Get us to the island.”
She licked her lips sensuously and backed away from him. He could see the lust in her eyes and in response he cranked the engine up. It was difficult to keep her hands off him but thinking about what was to come in a few minutes made her focus.
Klein Curaçao – or Little Curaçao – was massively underwhelming. The island was just over half a square mile and was completely uninhabited save for a lighthouse and a few sheds used by day trippers and tour groups.
“Hold on,” Ricardo said as they made landfall on the sandy beach.
As far as they could see, they were alone. There were no other boats in the vicinity. Well, no boats except for the rusty shipwreck on the north shore of the island. The small tanker vessel was a curiosity against the pristine beach.
“There are, how do you say, shales on the windward side.”
“Shoals,” she corrected.
“Yes. The wind and current push boats there when they have no power. It’s like a graveyard for boats. It’s cheaper to abandon the ships.”
Daphne was captivated by the anecdote. She wanted to find a quiet spot to make love but first her adventurous side was taking over.
“Come! I wanna see the shipwreck!”
“There’s nothing to see. We can take the boat and go around later.”
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