LusitanianStud

by Francesca St. Claire

  They did and I couldn’t help feeling disappointed. We stared at each other, the depth of his dark, steady gaze making holes in my feeble resolve. My heart beat as loudly as the sound of water cascading. It was no good I wanted him as much as I had seven years before. More, so much more now that I knew what it felt like to make love with him.

  “Yes,” I said, changing the course of my life with one word.

  Diogo’s beautiful smile broke as he let out a deep sigh. “Thank God!” The deep timbre of his voice rumbled up from his chest, resonating in my ear as he leaned in and brushed his lips over my eyes, cheek and mouth. My arms found their way around his neck as he wrapped himself around me, hoisting me until our mouths lined up, and kissed me with great urgency.

  I had a déjà vu of us at the waterfall making love, and the memory of that day opened the floodgates of emotion.

  Oh my god, this is real, this is Diogo kissing me. Wanting me. Loving me.

  I had to concentrate very hard not to cry. This time there were no romantic foolish dreams of happily ever after. I was conscious this was lust, plain and simple. Well, maybe not plain…Nothing was ever plain with Diogo—not the way I remembered it—though my lack of experience and passion for him then might have enhanced reality. Nah. His soft lips on my neck and his possessive hands on my body were proof enough he hadn’t lost his touch. My recollection of his fantastic lovemaking was probably spot on. A quiver of intense awareness in my belly released wet heat between my thighs. I pressed harder into him and he tightened his arms around me, bringing me deliciously close to his hard erection. Fire erupted through me.

  I’m still in love with him… I’d never stopped loving him or wanting him. And I sure wanted him now.

  “How I’ve missed you, Sarah. Have you missed me?” he rasped.

  The echoing of my thoughts in words, his words, shot a thrill through me. But a passing cloud threw a shadow over us, cooling my enthusiasm, forcing me to take stock of where we were heading—to a replay of passionate kissing that led me to lose my virginity. I had no virginity to lose now, only my pride, which was a lot more valuable to me than a feeble physical barrier. Damn him for making me remember. I stepped back, away from his irresistible body, and forced myself to recall the heartbreak and tears.

  “I can hardly remember it,” I said dismissively.

  He went still as he looked intently at me and I squirmed uncomfortably. “You’ve changed,” he finally said with a reproving frown.

  Why was that surprising to him? It had been seven years since we’d seen each other, and I’d grown from the naïve and innocent young girl he’d seduced to a fully grown woman. I was totally in charge of my heart now and not likely to surrender it or my body just for a summer fling. Surely that would be an annoying setback for a hot Latin stud such as himself.

  Good.

  “You haven’t,” I said with a derisive snort. “You still take what you want regardless of the other person’s wishes.”

  I watched with fascination as the fury in his eyes spilled over into his face, tightening his jaw, reducing his sexy lips to a thin line. He leaned slightly in and I thought he was going to kiss me but he only stared, working his anger through his system before he spoke. “You’ve changed. The Sarah I knew and loved didn’t lie.”

  “I don’t lie.”

  “No?” he asked, looming over me with his angry stare and stance. He clutched my hips and yanked me against his hard body, his eyes dark and fierce, boring into mine, his rock-like erection touching my naked skin. Thrilling shivers ran up and down my body, and in spite of myself, I let my hands slip up around his torso and loop around his neck. He lowered his head and took my mouth by storm, his passionate, wild kisses igniting the fires trapped inside me for so long. I arched into him, aching with need, seeking the connection, the ecstasy of another time. And suddenly it all came back—the arousing smell, the stirring touch, the thrilling words. I caved in.

  There’s no use, I still love him. I still ache for him.

  Shuddering, I found myself returning his kisses with maddening enthusiasm and soaring elation, my hands clawing his back, my hips thrusting, my mound frantically rubbing his stiff cock.

  All past and present passion surfaced and I felt the old stirring in my chest. Suddenly stark fear froze me, preventing me from carrying on with this wild abandon, forcing me to fend him off by making a dig at him.

  “You just proved my point.”

  “And you proved mine,” he retorted, walking away, water gleaming on his tanned skin, dripping down his gorgeous body, taut muscles flexing as he bent over and retrieved his clothes from the ground.

  Mesmerized by his dark, strong male beauty, I murmured, “How?”

  Diogo stopped the process of putting his clothes back on. With his pants unzipped and low on his hips, he half turned his upper body, displaying long streaks on his back as he stared at me over his shoulder. I blushed profusely.

  Oh no! I’d done that. Self-denial would not erase the marks from his back or the need still pulsing between my thighs. I sank below the water level, drowning the flush of color coming up on my neck and face. When I came back up for air Diogo was standing at the water’s edge. He looked at me for a long moment with those dark, dark eyes, his expression unreadable. Then without changing his demeanor, he leaned over until we were eye to eye.

  “Who are you, and what have you done to my friend Sarah?” With that he left and walked through the trees without so much as a backward glance, and I rushed to put my clothes on. When I heard the unmistakable sound of hoofs I knew it was Soberano and a flashback from the past almost brought me to my knees. I couldn’t imagine the pain of losing him a second time.

  “Diogo!” I shouted above the noise of the waterfall, running after him.

  Sitting high on his horse, Diogo turned his head and the frown of displeasure became a smoldering stare. Then he swung his leg over the horse’s neck and on hitting the ground leapt forward and grabbed me. I didn’t have time to speak before his mouth came crashing down on mine, hard and heavy, giving me no time to think. His fingers tangled in my hair, holding me hostage as he deepened the kiss, and I joined in with all the joy and excitement that being in his arms once more stirred within me. When his lips left mine to trail down my neck and collarbone, wetness flooded my pussy and I shimmied against his taut body, shuddering with need.

  “Let me love you,” he said, his low voice rumbling, sending shivers down my spine, hardening my nipples and warming my heart.

  I hesitated only for a moment. “Yes.” I stared deep into his eyes, my heartbeat a loud roar in my chest. “Yes.”

  Without saying another word, Diogo took my hand and led the way across the bow bridge, and along a short path leading to an area above the waterfall where large, smooth granite boulders and round pools were connected by natural waterslides. I smiled, pleased he’d chosen such a beautiful, romantic setting for our reunion.

  “I’ve pictured us here lots of times,” Diogo said, locking his arms around my waist and kissing me lightly on the lips. “Touching and feeling the slippery wetness of the water all over you.”

  I shuddered, aroused by his words. I had always wanted to hear him say that. For years I’d imagined us moving slowly into each other’s arms as the water flowed all around us. Some nights the images were so vivid, my orgasm would be so hard and fast I’d barely lie down before it was all over. Other nights I would envisage his sexy lips slowly kissing my neck and breasts, him sliding his long fingers inside me while his warm mouth drove me insane with need until I was panting for release.

  How would it be now?

  His fingers touched my jaw and I stared into his eyes, heat spreading from head to toe as his gaze, filled with raw lust and deep passion, locked with mine. I would like to have seen something else there, though lust and passion suited me for now.

  I pulled his zipper down. He tugged at my shorts and top. His hand stroked my damp hair and he brought a handful to his lips. “I’m gl
ad you haven’t cut it. It would have been a great shame.” He’d always loved my hair, often complimenting me on it, and once he’d even confessed he found it highly arousing and sexy as it brushed against his chest when I straddled him.

  He let it slide between his fingers, then cupped the back of my head for a deep, hard kiss. Jesus, how could a single kiss pack so much passion? Or make me want him so furiously?

  I reached for him and pulled his pants and boxer-briefs down. His dick sprang up proudly and it took every ounce of control for me not to pounce on him. He was magnificent—beautifully toned muscles, perfectly proportioned body and a smile that made me go weak at the knees every time he favored me with it.

  I could hardly wait to get my hands on him.

  He laid me down on a flat rock, water trickling under me, keeping my skin cool under the hot sun before he joined me. He palmed my breast, rolled his tongue down my throat and sucked my nipple into his mouth. I arched into him, bringing my hot core closer to his hard erection as he tongued his way down my body. I opened my legs, flaunting myself to his avid stare. He brushed one finger over my trimmed mound before plunging into my slit, drawing out my juices. His dark, intense gaze held mine as he spread my legs wider before he lowered his head. I waited for him to touch my clit, the anticipation killing me, but he ignored it and licked my plump lips instead. I moaned out loud and wiggled my hips to get his tongue closer to where I wanted it to be. He chuckled a little and poked his hardened tongue to my entrance. I writhed with every lick, one hand clawing his shoulder, the other clasping his hair. He was relentless in his pursuit, stroking and sucking my rock-hard clit. I groaned with every touch, little shudders shooting up my thighs. He wedged his shoulders farther between my legs, sliding down the rock, dropping his lower body inside the shallow pool as he continued his relentless assault on my pussy. When his finger circled my entrance and my breath caught. I tensed, arched into his mouth and hung in limbo for only a moment that felt like eternity. I loved this moment when orgasm was imminent, wanting to hold on a few more seconds before paradise ended. Another hard lick to my clit, a couple more thrusts into my channel, and I exploded.

  “God, oh God, I’m coming,” I cried out, my eyes rolling to the back of my head.

  “Hey, don’t fall asleep on me now! I’m not done with you yet.”

  I threw an arm over my eyes and offered him a lazy smile and an unfocused look softened by extreme bliss. That was just about all the energy I could sum up right then. But he deserved more than a smile.

  “My turn.” I slid down the slick rock and crawled over him. “Lie back and enjoy it,” I invited him before I slowly glided down his body, my puckered nipples grazing his pecs, abs and finally bouncing off his erection. I sat back on my heels—heated by the sun, the spring water in the shallow pool felt good on my overheated legs and butt, and so did his skin under my touch. I closed one hand on his cock, the other around his balls, and shuddered when he moaned. I lowered my head and closed my lips around his tip. He groaned, and from the corner of my eye I saw his hand twitch.

  “Ohhh it feels good.” I took more of him into my mouth and swirled my tongue before I tightened my lips on his shaft. “Ohhh!” I managed to smile, although my mouth was full with his deliciously cool, slippery cock. I slid my hand up to his puckered nipple and rolled it between my two fingers. He shuddered and grasped my shoulder with a tight grip. “That’s wonderful.”

  I bobbed my head up and down, taking him deeper and deeper into my throat, and was rewarded with faster bursts of breath and a gasp that echoed above the sounds of nature.

  Oh, I loved his response, knowing I could get him so hot and bothered was exciting. I pulled back slowly. Licking my lips, I smiled at him. Now that I had him focused, it was time for a little teasing. I brushed my hair over his hard, slick dick. His nostrils flared and he tugged me onto him.

  “Think you can tease me and get away with it?” he asked, his voice low and raspy, his lips brushing mine. “You know what happens when you play with fire…”

  His words and low delivery sent shivers of renewed desire up and down my body. Yes, yes, brand me. God, I hadn’t been this excited and aroused since…the last time I’d been with him. Oh God, I was in so much trouble.

  He kissed me long and deep, and I hummed with satisfaction, clasping his hard warm skin, pressing against his fabulously fit body, never wanting to let go of him. His mouth, an endless source of pleasure to me—curved, sexy lips and a sharp, commanding tongue—brushed, caressed, then stroked mine, bringing me to near combustion. Again. He stroked and kneaded my butt, rocked his stiff cock against my throbbing core. Jolts of electricity rushed to all my nerve endings and I thought for sure I’d melt in a pool and be washed down the stream. I looked deep into his eyes as I caressed his balls, hypnotized by his velvety dark gaze, and returned his kiss with all the pent-up need rising afresh in me. I moved my hand up to the base of his cock, overwhelmed by how wonderful it felt to hold such a beautiful, vibrant part of his body in my hand. Then I slid down his hard body ’til my lips touched his cock. I ran my tongue from bottom to tip in long, slow licks and was immediately rewarded with an “aaaah” and then an “oh, you’re…amazing!”

  Yeah, well, too bad he’d wasted seven years, but I wouldn’t go into that now, I had a job in hand to finish—couldn’t help but smile at my own pun. I gave a few more licks to the tip of his dick and watched him buck and hiss, his hand tight on my shoulder. I eased back a little, then shifted my tongue to his balls. I drew them gently into the warmth of my mouth and hummed when he moaned. When I blew hot air against his skin he moaned. I was rewarded with a “that’s fucking great!” That was the encouragement I needed and I pressed my tongue to his taint as I clasped his blood-engorged cock.

  Shuddering, Diogo threw his head back and released a low groan as warm cum erupted from him. I rode the wave with him, my fingers holding firmly as he bucked and groaned ’til he ran on empty.

  I slid into his lap and he closed his arms around me. “Thank you. That was… You’re fantastic,” he said, kissing the top of my head.

  Hmm, glad he thought so, I wanted to be fantastic for him. I hugged him a little tighter and closed my eyes, the sun and his body heat lulling me to sleep.

  “Come home with me,” he murmured in my ear. “I need to be inside you, slide into your warmth, wrap myself around you.” His kiss was slow and sweet and I wanted nothing more than to have him make love to me, thrust deep and long ’til exhaustion. “I don’t have protection with me, and we’re too old for playing the odds.”

  I could have reassured him on that account, but I too wanted to go home where we could have guaranteed privacy. Not that I hadn’t enjoyed sex al fresco, but I didn’t care to give sexual gratification to some Peeping Tom.

  * * * * *

  I rode behind Diogo, just as I had seven summers before, arms tight around his waist, my blonde hair flowing in the wind. We entered his estate through the open iron gates at a canter, only to slow down upon approaching the barn. There he dismounted with the elegance and suppleness I remembered from before, then grabbing me by the waist, he lifted me over the horse’s rump, high in the air until I stood in front of him.

  “Come,” he said, taking my hand.

  We entered the barn through a wide French door to find a beautifully decorated room with a fireplace as a centerpiece, an assortment of comfortable sofas and thick rugs, strategically placed lamps and artwork, and an interesting-looking spiral staircase leading to a loft.

  “I didn’t know barns looked like this,” I said, glancing around the room. Everything from furniture to artwork screamed money and masculine good taste—clearly this was his hangout. “This place is beautiful!”

  “Thanks. Come, I’ll give you a tour of the bedroom,” he said, winking at me before he led me up the stairs where a king-size bed placed in front of a large window took up most of the space. Diogo pulled back the plaid duvet before he turned and took me in his arms, then placing
me gently in the middle of the bed, he joined me there.

  “Now where were we?” he murmured, and I giggled excitedly before our mouths and arms met and we kissed, lingering as we lay on our sides facing each other. I slid my hand under his shirt and his smooth skin felt cool from the fresh spring water. The light scent of horse and Diogo’s own smell filled my nostrils, awaking memories. I pushed his shirt aside and stroked his wide chest, his strong back, his narrow hips, then his gorgeous butt, reacquainting myself with his magnificent body, dazed from the pleasure of being in his arms. His lips and tongue explored, stroked, aroused me, and I moaned happily as my eyes drifted shut. Diogo pulled me closer, his hard cock straining in his pants.

  “How could you say you didn’t want me,” he rasped against my throat. “How could you think of denying us this pleasure,” he groaned, shoving his fingers through my hair and taking my mouth for a long, deep kiss.

  Really, what was I thinking?

  “We’ve got way too many clothes on,” he said as he reached for my espadrilles.

  I chuckled, amused. “Those aren’t clothes.” He only shrugged before he kissed my ankle, then the top part of my foot. I began breathing hard and gasped when, with his gaze steady on mine, he wrapped his lips around my big toe. The sensation was so deliciously sensual and exquisite I shuddered and moaned as I clutched the sheet. With my eyes half shut I watched Diogo remove my shorts and panties, then his own clothes and shoes. He was fully aroused and it was a beautiful sight to behold. Long and thick, his cock sprang up above a pair of strong hairy legs and below a flat stomach I so anxiously wanted to get my hands on. I tugged my top over my head and leaned back on my elbows.

  Diogo kneeled, completely still, by my feet and I watched his cock jut up proudly. I licked my upper lip and stroked his shaft with my toes. He climbed swiftly over me and I opened my legs for him, the reaction coming so naturally, as if we’d been together just the night before.