When we arrived on Horta, Ilha do Faial Colours, together we left our mark on the breakwater, which is covered in murals and paintings. Local tradition says that good luck will follow sailors who leave their mark here before taking off to explore the Atlantic.
After that we took a walk in the Calderia, which was an absolutely gorgeous nature reserve filled with flowers. Even with all their sights and smells, the masculine smell and height of Francisco reigned supreme, and caught my eye the most during our time there.
To cap off the evening we went to Peter Café Sport, which opened way back in 1918. It was the one hundred year anniversary for a place that served as a hub for whalers, sailors and even spies. Thanks to Portugal’s drinking age of sixteen for wine, I was able to try some delicious port.
On day six we checked out Angra do Heroismo, Terceira, or The Purple Island as it’s known.
Day seven we left for Madeira, the crown jewel of the Portuguese islands and the home of Cristiano Ronaldo, whom many consider the most attractive soccer player, and sportsman, in the world today.
With my sexy skipper at the helm I would vehemently disagree.
We arrive in Porto Santo, Madeira. The place has been called “one long beach, with a bit of land attached.” I couldn’t disagree.
Some people say the volcanic sand of Porto Santo has curative powers, but the only thing I need a “cure” for right now is my addiction to Francisco.
And there is no cure, nor do I hope to find one.
I love this feeling, and I want to feel it forever.
But after sneaking kisses for eight days, some very steamy situations, and a lot of long, lusty looks, I’m on edge about finally doing what we both want…to feel him inside of me.
During the day we go for a swim and check out a home where Christopher Columbus lived at one point.
It’s really beautiful as is everything in the country I find myself falling in love with.
I can really see myself living here and enjoying it.
The city of Lisbon, these islands, the easy-going way of the local people, the culture, the food, and most of all…him.
I know we could have fun together anywhere. Heck, we’ve already stayed up late at night on the boat playing board games and telling stories.
The man is so well travelled and so experienced sometimes I almost wonder what he sees in me.
I feel like there’s nothing I have to offer him, to which he replies, “nonsense.” He even jokes that I’m going to get my Portuguese citizenship in the future and become a famous writer of the sea tales and adventures that we take together.
That sounds more than good to me.
And as the time passes, I’m coming to realize he’s not joking at all.
It doesn’t matter if he’s dead serious, or being playful, when he says something about us and about our future I know he means it.
It’s always positive and always creates a mental movie in my mind. I can literally see it playing out in real time, and everything he says puts a smile on my face…and a fire in my belly.
The itch that needs scratching the most rages as we go back to our accommodation for the night.
As my dad takes his turn in the shower I just sit in our quaint rental for the night, staring at Francisco as we hold hands at the dinner table under the candlelight inside and the moonlight through the window.
“Tomorrow,” he says.
I don’t have to say anything. I know exactly what he’s talking about.
We’re on the same wavelength now, thinking as one.
And tomorrow we’ll become one in a different way for the first time.
It’s a night I’ve dreamed about, especially since I met him, because he’s the only one I could ever share my first time with…and I know every time after as well.
He will be my first and only…forever.
And that starts, as he says, “Tomorrow.”
CHAPTER 8
Francisco
Day nine
I walk past Frank’s room, doing my best not to wake him although I know I don’t need to put too much effort into it.
His door is cracked and he’s sawing logs so hard I’m surprised his own snoring doesn’t wake him up.
Just as I expected.
I spent the entire day doing everything I could to wear him out.
I think the lava pool built right into the side of the cliff was his final undoing. He was having a blast so he ordered a few drinks. Alcohol mixed with sunshine and topped off by a hard swimming session have him horizontal for the foreseeable future.
Perfect.
I continue down the hallway to Fiona’s room, turning the handle quietly and sticking my head inside.
Her eyes are already on mine and I can see she’s wide awake.
I point toward my clothes and then toward her luggage.
She smiles, pulling the covers back showing me she’s already dressed and ready to go.
Damn, this woman can read my mind.
I take her hand and we quietly leave our semi-nice hotel for one she’ll never forget…and neither one of us will ever forget what is about to happen there.
As we walk, following the moonlight, there’s a certain calmness that has overtaken both of us…neither of us saying a word.
But as we get closer to The Cliff Bay hotel, where I made a reservation earlier today without her or her father finding out, my hunger for her gets more intense.
There are multiple rooms in our “peninsular suite,” and multiple balconies too, and I plan on making use of everything.
My need to consumer her, to claim her, to make her mine is overwhelming by the time we approach the entrance.
As we make our way to the receptionist and then breeze through the check-in process all I can think about is kissing her lips, and everywhere else on her body.
How I want to get her out of her clothes.
How I want her to spread those lovely legs of hers.
And how I want to slide right in-between her thighs.
Because now I have her all to myself. No father. No other tourists. Nothing. Just me and her and no interruptions.
I put my keycard in the door and it flashes green. I scoop her up in my arms and kick the door in, carrying her across the threshold in my arms as the door behind us slams shut…for the night.
The reception was told we don’t want to be disturbed in any way. We’ve had too many of those already.
Fiona looks up at me from my arms as I lean in, giving her a deep kiss as my hands clasp her body even tighter, more possessively.
And my cock wanted to do the same, throbbing with everything it had trying to break free of my pants.
“What do we have here?” she says, her arm reaching over and grabbing my jeans right where my dick is.
“What that is is yours…every last inch,” I say.
I carefully lie her down on the bed and pull my white T-shirt up and over my head.
She does the same with hers and then it’s a race to see who can get out of their clothes the quickest.
“I’m not wasting anymore time. It’s time to claim you now,” I growl.
“I’m already yours,” she says.
“In every way,” I say, my dick needing to be inside her pussy, my tongue needing to fuck her mouth.
I get my pants and underwear off and my dick springs free, raging to take what it wants…what I want.
She slides out of her panties, her last piece of clothing and tosses them to the side.
I just stand there, staring down at her pussy, taking in every part of her feminine body under the moonlight coming in from the floor to ceiling glass patio doors.
I can see her wetness, her desire, and it turns me the fuck on.
“You’re so wet for me already,” I say.
“And so are you,” she says looking at the precome which already covers the tip of my dick.
I move forward, getting up on the bed on my knees and placing my body over the top her hers.
My lips come crashing down as my hand finds the back of her head, pushing it even deeper into my kiss.
My mouth quickly moves along her jawline and down her neck before I take her nipple in my mouth, flicking it, feeling how hard it already is.
“You taste so damn sweet everywhere,” I say, my mouth then coming down hard on her other nipple as her back arches into me.
She gasps and my hand slides under her back, pressing her chest into my face just as I did her kiss seconds ago.
My mouth comes off her tit with a pop and I quickly kiss her all the way across her collarbone before my body slides down the bed.
My hands take her hips and I place a big, slow kiss right on her stomach.
“I’m going to be kissing you here a lot in the future. You know why?”
“Yes,” she says.
“Tell me why,” I demand, knowing she knows exactly why. But I want to hear it anyway. I want it to come from her lips. I want her to say just how much she wants this, for her intensity to match mine which I know it damn sure does.
“Because you’re going to put our baby in there.”
“You can be sure of that,” I say as my head tilts up so I can look deeply into her eyes.
I move licking right up her slit, taking her bud in my mouth and teasing it.
But I need more. I need her everything.
I send my tongue deep inside her, and my eyes close as I breathe in deep, smelling her as I taste her…becoming the feral beast that she turns me into.
With my hands still possessively clutching her hips I quickly flip her over onto her stomach and then give her ass a good slap, watching her skin turn red.
Under only the dim moonlight I can see the claim on her I made taking shape. Good. I would never, ever hurt her, but when she begs for more I know I’ve provided just the right touch.
I give her ass a good slap again, before palming her globe as I place my cheek on her other globe, feeling it’s baby smooth softness.
“Every part of you is so damn perfect,” I say.
I quickly pull my hand from her ass, my head spinning as I flip her back over onto her back.
“No more waiting. I can’t control what you’re doing to me.”
“I feel it too,” she says. “Something about being in nature these last few days has brought out the most basic instincts in me.”
“And me,” I say, feeling the blood flow right to my dick.
I lean in and get a big whiff of her one more time, feeling drunk off the floral aroma of her scent.
I kiss her pussy hard one last time, blessing it for what’s to come next.
“That’s the last time I will ever taste your innocence,” I say.
She looks up at me and a mischievous smile over takes her lips as her fingers lock onto the sheets.
“I’m holding on tight,” she says looking at one hand and then the other. “Take me, like we both want you to take me.”
It was time to show her exactly what she could expect for the rest of her life, the unbridled, raw passion and heat that she put inside my belly. And in releasing that I knew I was going to make her come harder than she could have ever imagined…over, and over, and over again.
I grab my shaft and run the crown through her folds, feeling her wetness.
“I want to feel you come on my cock. I want to feel your walls tighten around me as you milk out all of my seed. I’ll never wear a condom with you because I want to feel you every fucking time, and I want you to feel me too. And I want a big family too. I’m going to fill you so full your body has no choice but to get pregnant. I’m going to put so much come inside you your body won’t be able to take it all, only saving the best while the rest drips out of you and runs down onto the sheet tonight.”
She whimpers.
“And tomorrow when we're back on that boat and we're all laughing and having a good time, I'm going to put on my sunglasses so your dad doesn't know that I'm starting at your slit, watching my juices seep out of it, knowing that I gave you more than you can handle.
“And that’s how it’s going to be…forever.
“You understand exactly what you’re getting into right now?”
“Yes.” she says.
“Good, because it’s time I put this big cock in you,” I say as my hips move forward and I enter her for the first time.
My breath catches and my forearms go tight as rope.
I look down and see her mouth is open and her whole body is stilled.
“You okay, beautiful?”
She nods.
“Talk to me.” The last thing I ever want to do is cause her pain.
“Yeah,” she says with a short breath.
“You don’t look okay.”
“I’m fine. You’re big, but I can handle it. It’s just that…the feeling of you inside me, the first time I’ve ever had you…it’s overwhelming. I feel so many emotions.”
“You have no idea how that makes me feel, but you know I want to feel more of you. Are you ready for that?”
“Yes, I want more.”
“I’ll go slow…as long as I can. If it’s ever too much just say so or tap my forearm, okay?”
“Yes,” she says.
“Here we go,” I say. “And by the way…being inside you feels more incredible than anything I’ve ever experienced.”
I tip my hips back and the tip of my dick slides out and damn, the air on my cock only reminds me how much it belongs inside her.
I slide right back in and watch as her eyes close and her open mouth turns into a smile.
And as I slide back just a little and in a little more, her mouth opens again as her chest moves up and down, her breaths increasing and I know I’m doing this just right for her.
I slide back and forward again, feeling like I could come just by watching her face.
“You’re so big,” she says.
“And you’re so tight,” I say, feeling my rod open her channel more each and every time I pass in and out.
I continue, going slightly deeper and deeper each time.
My heart rate picks up to the point I feel like it’s redlining. The thought of making this woman mine forever has adrenaline flowing through my body and every muscle in my body flexing.
She gasps and I lean forward, my hands finding the mattress as I start to go deeper and deeper.
“More,” she demands.
My pace quickens and the length of my thrusts increase.
“More!” she calls out, and I do exactly that.
“More!” she says with a fervent pitch, causing the entirety of my possessiveness to come breaking out of its cage.
I grab her by the hips and thrust into her, feeling my balls bounce off her underside as I own her with my rod.
“Oh fuck,” she says.
Without thinking I bury my right knee into the bed and roll over onto my back, bringing her on top of me.
My hands stay locked on her hips as I bounce her up and down on my dick like a ragdoll.
“Uh…uh…uh,” she moans as her head moves side to side and her blond hair follows.
She leans in, placing her hands on my chest trying to flex her hips down my rod to increase the tenacity of our connection, too powerful for her.
“Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my…god,” she says as I slide her up and down my pole over and over and over again, feeling my stomach tighten and this ride about to come to an end as a new one begins.
“Come, angel. Come on my cock,” I demand.
She moans and I watch as her stomach pulls in and then she grunts deeply and her body shakes as she unloads on me, sending my balls all the way up and my seed all the way out and inside her.
My hot jets fill her as I feel her cream coating her channel before suddenly it stops and her cunt clamps down on my dick, squeezing it with a vice grip as she milks me for everything I have inside.
“Take it all,” I growl.
“It’s all mine,” she says in-between breaths, just befor
e collapsing on top of my chest, right where she belongs as I catch her in my arms, my cock still buried inside her.
An after shock later and I’m spent, searching for air as I feel her body, covered in sweat, heaving on top of mine which is doing the same thing.
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