Kinetic Energy

by Hayley Faiman

  I turn around and gasp when I see another set of French doors that lead to a bathroom. The bathroom is bigger than my dorm room. There is a corner tub that upon closer inspection is a Jacuzzi tub. There’s a huge walk-in shower and double vanity sinks with individual mirrors hanging above them.

  “Is everything okay?” Thomas asks from behind me.

  Spinning around in his arms, I tip my head back to look into his eyes. “It’s amazing, so amazing. I’ve never stayed anywhere this nice before,” I freely admit, throwing my arms around his neck and pressing my chest against his torso.

  Thomas’ hands grab hold of my ass and squeeze, his chin dipping and a smile on his face. He runs his nose alongside mine and I let out a soft moan as my eyes fall closed.

  “I’ve missed you,” I admit. He hums before his mouth touches mine.

  Lifting me up, I wrap my legs around his waist as his tongue traces the seam of my lips. I open for him, letting out a moan as his tongue fills my mouth. With his hands on my ass, Thomas carries me out of the bathroom. A few seconds later, I feel the soft bed against my back and Thomas’ hard length pressing against my center.

  Running my hands down his back, I tug at the hem of his shirt and he lifts his head from mine, only long enough to pull his shirt off. I watch as he tosses it to the side, licking my lips at the sight of his naked chest. I missed his body, his hard, muscular body.

  “Take your clothes off, Ines,” he practically growls.

  I kick my sandals off before I scoot back on the bed and climb to my knees. I make sure my eyes are pointed directly at his, as I slowly pull my shirt off. He doesn’t move, his hands frozen at the buttons of his jeans as he watches me. I’ve never felt as sexy as I do when Thomas is looking at me.

  Removing my bra, I unbutton my jeans and pull them down, along with my panties, until I drop them on the floor next to the bed. Sitting on my knees, my eyes still very much trained on Thomas, I wait. When he doesn’t make a move, our breathing the only sounds in the room, I finally decide to speak.

  “I’m ready for you, Papi.”

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  THOMAS

  When she calls me papi, it shouldn’t turn me on as much as it does. I can’t fucking help it though, it makes my dick as hard as a rock. Ines looks at me from the center of the bed, on her knees, gloriously naked. Lifting my hand, I crook my finger, beckoning her over to the edge of the bed. She must know what I want, what I crave. She lowers down on the palms of her hands and crawls toward me.

  Without saying a word, Ines unbuttons my jeans, pushing them and my boxers down my ass and thighs. I tug the hair band out of the top of her head and watch as her dark hair falls in a cascade down her back. Gathering it with both hands, I shift the mass to one hand and grip it tightly.

  “Thomas,” she gasps, looking up at me.

  I look from my hard cock, and then to her, patiently waiting. Ines leans forward and sucks the head of my dick in her warm mouth. I groan as my head falls back and I push my hips forward. Her tongue swirls, licks, and tastes the head of my cock, and then the length. She teases me until I’m on the fucking edge. She knows when I am, too. Her mouth drops open and her eyes meet mine as she waits for me.

  My body’s natural urge is to plunge down her throat and fuck her until she swallows my release. I don’t do that though. I need to try and gain a bit of control so that I don’t hurt her. I slowly push past her plump lips, moaning when her warm mouth envelops my cock. All thoughts of going slow somehow leave my brain, along with my control.

  I sink as far down as I possibly can, watching her reaction, trying to see how much she can take. Her eyes water when I pull out, then she nods and I dive back inside, going a bit deeper. I repeat the motion until my dick is completely buried down her wet throat. When she swallows, I gasp then groan at the sensation.

  I’ve never had anyone deep throat me before, fucking shit, I could stay here forever. I pull out of her, listening to her gasp and gurgle as she tries to catch her breath. “More, Thomas,” she whispers. I look at her in surprise. She nods. “I know you want more, do it again.”

  Ines opens her mouth and I wrap my hand around the front of her throat as I feel it expand with every inch I slide down. Her hand caresses my balls once I’m fully seated inside of her. I thrust my hips, keeping my eyes on hers. She moans around my cock, sending vibrations through my entire fucking body. I’m on the edge of coming, so damn close.

  “I need to come, angel eyes,” I say, pulling out of her.

  She nods and opens her mouth again. I don’t immediately sink down her throat this time. Instead, I fuck her sweet mouth. I shallowly thrust in and out of her, watching as her eyes water. Whatever uncomfortableness I’m causing her, I’ll make it up to her, but I can’t stop myself right now.

  Sinking completely inside of her, my hand tightens in her hair, my other hand tightens around her throat, and I let out a roar as my balls draw up and I come inside of her welcoming wet mouth. I release her, but she doesn’t back away from me, her small hand wraps around my dick and I watch as she licks and sucks me until I’m completely empty and starting to soften in her hand.

  “Ines,” I begin.

  She rises to her knees and wipes her mouth and face free from saliva and tears. “Did you enjoy that?” she hums.

  Lifting my hand, I cup her cheek and wipe some black mascara from beneath her eye. “You know that I did.”

  “Then that’s all that matters, Papi,” she winks.

  Shaking my head, I search her eyes. “No it’s not,” I murmur.

  Ines grabs the wrist of my free hand and brings it toward her own body, then shoves it between her legs. My fingers automatically find her center and I let out a groan when I swipe my index finger through her drenched center. “I liked it too, Thomas. I like anything you do to me. Everything about you feels like heaven on earth.”

  Sliding two fingers inside of her, I gently pump in and out of her wet pussy. Ines spreads her knees farther apart and I glance down, watching as she rides my hand. Turning my hand, I press my thumb against her clit, which causes her to moan. Letting my other hand fall from her face, I move it to cup her breast.

  “Oh God,” she groans when I tweak one of her nipples. Leaning forward, I suck her other nipple into my mouth.

  Ines’ hand dives into my hair and she grips the strands tightly, holding my mouth to her breast. I happily oblige, loving the way her soft flesh tastes. Lifting my eyes to watch her, I welcome the sight of her throwing her head back as she rocks against my fingers. She’s on the edge of her release, her pussy wet and tight around my fingers.

  I suck her breast in deep while I tug on her opposite nipple and it must be all that she needed, she lets out a gasp and then her thighs begin to shake as her pussy clamps around my fingers. I don’t stop fucking her, feeling her tight, wet heat, and wishing it were my cock buried deep inside of her instead of my fingers. When she begins to relax, I slowly slip my hand from between her legs and release her breasts from my grip, and my mouth. Lifting my head, I look into her hooded eyes.

  “Papi,” she hums.

  I shake my head, “Get in bed, angel eyes. I’ll order us some food.” She doesn’t argue, and I watch her gorgeous ass as she crawls away from me and pulls the bedding back. She burrows herself beneath the sheets and I let out a chuckle when there’s only a lump visible where her body is.

  Our small late afternoon snack arrives and it takes a good thirty minutes to get Ines awake enough to eat something. I have a feeling she probably slept as well as I did last night. We eat naked side-by-side, in bed and it’s the best meal I’ve ever shared with a woman.

  “What’s the papi thing mean?” I ask although I think I already know the answer.

  Her face turns bright fucking red, and it’s so damn adorable that I can’t hold back my smile. “My father is Cuban. My brothers and sisters speak both English and Spanish fluently. I don’t speak fluently, but I’ve picked up some things,” she shrugs.

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nbsp; “I like it,” I admit. “I also like it when you call me Thomas,” I chuckle.

  Her face burns brighter red, almost purple in embarrassment. Then she finally looks up at me. “I like it when you call me angel eyes,” she shyly admits.

  INES

  I suck in a breath and turn to the side. I’ve been trying to dress a little less sexy since Thomas made such a big deal about it last weekend, but since we’re here together, I figured a sexy dress would be okay. I’m wearing a short, white bandage bodycon dress. It’s a halter-top, with a sweetheart neckline and a gold zipper that goes from the center of the sweetheart neck, down the entire length to the bottom of the dress.

  I’m wearing nude high heels and applied my makeup dark, with bright red lipstick. Now that I’m looking at myself in the mirror, I feel like I could be a little over the top for the place we’re staying. There’s a knock on the door, and Thomas announces that it’s time for us to leave. Staring in the mirror won’t make my outfit any less sexy, or dress it down, and it’s the only thing other than jeans that I brought with me.

  Wrapping my hand around the handle of the door, I tug it open. Thomas is standing in my favorite suit of his. My eyes widen at the sight of him. His dark hair is slicked back, there’s his perfect stubble on his jaw, his navy blue straight legged slacks, and vest fit his frame to perfection. The brown shoes and light turquoise blue shirt tie it together perfectly, including the way the shirt makes his eyes pop.

  “Fuck, you look gorgeous,” he rasps.

  My head pops up from my ogling and I give him a smile. “You don’t look so bad yourself.”

  “We’re going to a private dinner, then we’re supposed to stargaze or something. It seemed romantic when I booked it, but honest to fuck, angel eyes. I just want to bring you back here and make you come a few more times,” he grins.

  I can’t contain my giggle as I close the distance between us. Placing my hands on his chest, I tip my head back slightly and I lean in so that I can whisper. “I can’t wait for you to make me come again. In fact, I’m looking forward to it, Papi.” He grunts and his hand taps my ass sharply.

  Taking my hand in his, lacing our fingers together, he tugs me out of our room without another word. I hurry behind him, out of the back of the house and down a little pathway. It takes us at least ten minutes of walking on the path until we come across a table for two, set in the middle of a field. It’s different, and I realize that the only lighting around us, are the small candles on the tables.

  I look to my left and see a blanket set out with some large pillows. That must be where we’re stargazing. I glance around and realize that we’re completely secluded out here. It’s so quiet that you can hear the wildlife all around us, rustling and moving around.

  Thomas releases my hand and walks over to one of the two chairs, pulling it out as he looks directly at me. Without delay, I make my way to him and sit in the chair, lifting slightly as he pushes me beneath the table. I can’t hide the little bit of excitement at the fact that we’re completely, seemingly, alone out here.

  “What has your eyes so bright, Ines?” Thomas chuckles as he sits down across from me.

  I glance up at him and I can feel my face heat before I speak. “Are we, totally alone out here?”

  Thomas’ brows rise and his lips quirk up into a smile. “We are…”

  “So we could, you know, have some fun beneath the stars?” I ask.

  I watch as Thomas’ smirk turns into a full-fledged smile at my question. “Oh, I expect it now,” he chuckles.

  My knees start to bounce in my seat, and all thoughts of food completely disappear. I’m hungry, but not for whatever is beneath these silver domed plates in front of us. I want Thomas inside of me. We haven’t had sex since we’ve been here, and I ache to feel him inside of more than just my mouth, or for more than his fingers in my pussy.

  “Eat, Ines. We have all night,” he murmurs.

  I watch as he takes the dome off of my plate first, then his own. I’m surprised to see a plate full of delicious looking food. I wasn’t sure what was going to be served, but I was expecting tiny portions of unpronounceable foods.

  Instead, I’m met with what looks like a great home-cooked meal. There is salmon, steamed green beans, and a whole pile of mashed potatoes covered in gravy. Then the center of the table has a whole basket full of golden brown dinner rolls.

  “This looks awesome,” I breathe as I reach for a roll. All thoughts of sex have fled, and my stomach growls as the scent of the dinner reaches my nose.

  Thomas chuckles and begins to eat his own food. “I ordered it for you, I hope I did okay?”

  “You did more than okay, this smells heavenly,” I practically snort.

  We begin to eat, glancing at one another every so often between bites. I’m so hungry, and I think that he is too, that we don’t talk much. Or perhaps, we’re anxious about being together again. Food is for lovemaking fuel, although this fuel tastes like some of the best I’ve ever had.

  I take my last bite, letting out a little moan as I sit back in my chair. Thomas gives me a wink. “Hungry?” he smirks.

  “I guess I was. I feel like I haven’t eaten in days, although the size of my ass would laugh at that thought.”

  Thomas shakes his head. “The size of your ass is fucking perfect. The size of everything on your body is perfect.”

  Giving him a smile, I stand, holding out my hand for him. Thomas rises as well, and he takes my outstretched palm, but leads the way to the blanket and pillows on the ground. We both kick off our shoes and lie down next to each other, each of us on our own pillow.

  “I say things about my body, but I do love myself,” I say to him in the dark. “It’s been hard though. I wasn’t ever the skinny girl in school. I started developing before the other girls in my grade, and I’ve always had an abundance of ass and breasts. Boys looked at me, and girls thought I was slutty just because my body grew before theirs.” Thomas laces his fingers with mine but doesn’t say anything. “It’s probably why I dress provocatively. My own little, fuck you, to the haters,” I admit.

  “You can dress any way you want to, Ines. I think you’re beautiful no matter what you wear. But do you know when you’re the most beautiful to me?” he asks.

  I turn my head to face him, but he’s looking up at the stars. “When?” I ask.

  Thomas turns his head, and his blue eyes meet mine. “When you smile, and you’re truly happy. You light up like a fucking Christmas tree. It’s the most beautiful sight I have ever seen in my entire life.”

  I suck in air through my nose, trying as hard as I can not to cry at his words. I’ve never had someone tell me something so beautiful before. I can tell that he means it too, the sincerity in his gaze speaks volumes.

  Reaching up, I drag my index finger along his bottom lip, my eyes staying connected to his blue ones as I do. I watch as his pupils dilate and his nostrils flare from my touch. I know that we shouldn’t be here together. I realize that what we’re doing is wrong, and against the rules, but lying here right now, it feels nothing but right.

  Thomas rolls over, pushing me onto my back, and resting his elbows and forearms next to my head. He holds his body above mine to keep from squishing me, but I can feel his hard length press against my belly through his pants. Bending my knee, I spread my legs as wide as I can, which isn’t that far apart since my dress is so tight.

  “Thomas,” I breathe, looking into his blue eyes.

  He lowers his head slightly, running his nose alongside mine, and then pressing his lips to the tip before lifting his face again. “I want to keep that beautiful smile on your face, every fucking day, Ines. I want to be the reason you have it.”

  I can’t help but smile at his words, and I wrap my hands around his neck. Something in his face shifts and he shakes his head. “I hope that you’ll forgive me, Ines.”

  “For what?” I ask, my heart rate starting to speed up, rapidly.

  He doesn’t respond to my q
uestion, instead, he lowers his head again and his mouth touches mine. I moan, the instant his lips caress my own. Instantly, I open for him, letting his tongue slip inside of me. Emitting a groan of his own, Thomas reaches up and tugs the zipper of my dress down to the bottom of my ribs, revealing my naked breasts.

  “No bra,” he grunts against my mouth as one of his hands moves to cup my naked flesh.

  I let out a sigh, arching closer to his touch, needing to feel his warm hand against my skin. Thomas doesn’t stop kissing me, owning me with his mouth, as his fingers squeeze and massage my breast. When his fingers pluck my nipple, tugging hard enough to send a shot of desire straight through me, I let out a cry into his mouth.

  “Angel eyes, I need to be inside of you, it’s been too long,” he grunts as I hear his belt clink.

  I release one of my hands from around his neck and finish unzipping my dress, letting it fan open. I can’t take my panties off, but Thomas doesn’t seem to mind. Once his pants are past his hips, I feel his fingers against my center. I roll my hips, searching for more of his touch. His fingers touching me through my panties is definitely not going to be enough for me right now. I need more. Thankfully, he does too.

  “Please, hurry,” I whimper.

  Thomas shifts my panties to the side, I feel the head of his cock press against my center and in the next instant he’s seated completely inside of me. I gasp, lifting my legs to press them against his sides, feeling him sink just a little deeper.

  “Fuck,” he groans.

  One of his hands slips beneath my head, to tighten his grip in my hair. He tugs my head, causing my neck and back to arch. I let out a groan of my own when my hard nipples brush the hair on Thomas’ chest. My eyes slide closed when I feel him pull almost completely out of me and then slam back inside with a low grunt.

  I’m not going to last long, I’ve been on edge all day, the orgasm I had earlier only having made me want more, instead of easing my desire. I shift my hips beneath his, lifting as much as I can to meet his hard thrusts.