I crossed the room toward her. “I’ve really missed you. I’ve missed the scent of your skin, your body …” Her smile broadened. “… that smile.” I clarified, “I’ve especially missed your smile. Making love to you was everything.”
She circled her arms around me. “Now you know why I stole your clothes. I wanted to bring you with me … and here you are.” She kissed my neck. “You’re really here.”
“I need to warn you,” I said softly. It was time for honesty. As if the situation wasn’t dire enough, I still had boundaries I had to address. Now was a healthy time to set them; she had to know what she was getting into.
Her face fell as she sat on the bed, looking concerned. “I understand. I’m just lucky to have you again. I know it’s not going to last. I wouldn’t ask anything of you,” she said, bracing herself for the truth.
“I’m fine with one-night stands. They are easy and convenient for me. On occasion, I’ve slept with women, and after that first night it lasted a week or two, perhaps a month, not usually more. I have no problem with it and to my knowledge, most of the women I’ve been with have been comfortable with my lack of commitment. They were willing to enjoy what we shared and leave it at that. I’m a dominant man. I like control. I came out here to see if you were in danger …”
“I understand,” she said in a quiet voice. “I get it,” she confirmed, mostly for herself. “It can be just one night, it’s okay. I mean we weren’t even sober.”
She wasn’t getting it, not yet, because I was being an A-1 asshole. I needed to help her see me clearly so this heroic persona of me flying into the Mexico City Central Bus station wearing a superhero cape didn’t blind her to reality.
“It’s going to be really difficult for me not to exhibit control in all things. It’s my nature. You’re kind of a fly-by-the-seat-of-your-pants type of person; technically you and I are oil and water. So, I’m going to risk more than one night for you. Despite the danger, and the fact that we shouldn’t be compatible, I don’t care. In fact, I want a lot more nights together. How many? I can’t define that. All I ask is that you communicate with me. Don’t play games. We were silly and drunk and got married, but while we are doing this crazy thing, I promise to keep you safe, no matter what. All I ask in return is that you communicate your feelings and not be afraid of them. It’s likely we’ll annul our marriage soon, but for now, I’m happy to be married to you, Mrs. Dean. If you’re up for it, let’s not worry about the future for a while. I operate better if I don’t have to think of commitment.” I felt like such a shit saying all of it, but it was my way of protecting my reputation and my heart. “I’m saying this because if your feelings for me veer into something deeper, I want to know. I want to be able to discuss them, so you can feel good about what we are doing.”
“I promise to communicate with you, Xavier, and I’m yours for as long as you’ll have me.” She sighed. “I know it sounds weird, kind of like the offer my dad was trying to tangle me into, but this is different …” There was that sadness again.
“The difference is,” I interrupted her, “that you have given me your consent and will continue to give it to me unless this is no longer right for you. Then you can withdraw your consent, and I’ll walk away. I may feel like the one in control, but you have an equal measure of it; I want you to understand that fully. You are not my sex slave; you are a woman I just met and want to get to know better. I’d like to get to know you in all ways, but sex is one of my favorite means of communication. I want to be clear, however, while I may have fucked and dumped many women, I want to try something different with you. I want to be a better man if I can. Do you understand?”
“I do.” She smiled. “And thank you.”
“Enough with the thanks,” I teased coming up on her like a tiger. “I’m ready to play.”
Her face turned coquettish and flirty. “Can we start with me trying on the clothes you bought me? I’ve been dying to see them on.” She chewed on her lower lip as she waited for my answer.
“I’ve been dying to see you in them. Why don’t you give me a fashion show first?”
Her eyes narrowed at the suggestion. “You’re the pro, and I’m a marine biologist. Don’t expect much,” she said as she whipped her dress over her head so that she was wearing only a pair of cotton panties and nothing else. Her perfect breasts standing upright, she sauntered over to the bag; a pixie once more.
She pulled one of the other dresses out of the bag and threw it over her head then sashayed across the room to me, turning in front of me as she swirled her arms in the air.
“Nice,” I commented, grazing my hand across her ass, my cock flaring. “But I could use a little more wiggle.” My hands moved her ass cheeks for emphasis.
“Like this?” she asked, bending her legs and raking her ass cheek across my engorged cock.
“Yep, the fashion show is over.” I grabbed her and threw her down on the bed. “Sorry, I’ve waited too long for this,” I growled, pinning her legs down with my knees as I inched the dress up her thighs.
She giggled brightly. “You really know how to dress a woman … I mean undress,” she clarified as I scooped the dress up over her head revealing her incredible tits.
“These are mine. Even when you leave, I’m keeping these,” I announced as my head descended to her breast and I gobbled the flesh into my mouth.
Her nipple pebbled immediately, and I felt my cock pressing against my zipper, straining to get out. She must have felt it resting against her thigh because her hands went to it immediately.
“Well then this is mine,” she rasped in my ear as her deft little fingers unsnapped my jeans and wiggled my rock-hard cock free.
I stood up, unable to contain myself any longer, threw off my jeans, scooped her into my arms, and pressed my hardness against her damp pussy, wetting the cloth of her underwear. My finger slid down her stomach and angled into her underwear as my mouth claimed her, my tongue moving around hers, fighting for dominance.
“It’s already yours,” I said into her mouth as I swiped off her panties in one fast motion and dove my finger into her, making her buck against me gasping. “Are you ready for it, fast and hard?”
I had too much bottled up inside of me; if she couldn’t take it, I’d back off, but it was time to fuck her properly.
She nodded her head. “I think so.”
I knew she was nervous, but I wanted this to be fun. I kissed her nose. “Oh, do you? Well, let’s see what you’ve got, Mrs. Dean, and how you handle being properly fucked.” I thrust into her hard, and she winced.
Seeing her slight discomfort, I stayed lodged in her, so she could get her bearings and adjust to my size. I made sure to push all the way in to stretch her enough to take what was coming. She panted, revving up her nerves, but I held her steady, smoothing my hands over her skin covered in gooseflesh. Oh, she was feeling this.
“Take deep breaths,” I instructed as I swiveled my hips, helping her relax.
My finger trailed down to her clit as my mouth suctioned the breast I’d neglected, and with the swirling of my tongue, hips, and finger, I heard her moan and … beg.
“Okay, I’m ready please,” she whined. “Xavier.”
“So polite, Mrs. Dean.” I rolled on her harder, my finger becoming more ferocious as my mouth grabbed the other nipple; I pulled it hard as she yelped, bucking her hips into me.
I continued to grind on her, and my finger intermittently flicked and pressed her clit. I sucked and nibbled her nipples as I ground in harder and harder. It was all she needed; she splintered and burst around me, flooding my cock with her orgasm. “Well, now it’s I who must thank you,” I said as I pulled out and thrust back in again sharp and hard.
I dragged myself out of her, laid her back down on the bed, brought one leg up to my shoulder and spread the other out wider as her arms wrapped around my shoulders. She was already dripping wet and ready, but I pumped two fingers in and out of her pussy a few times to be certain.
“You okay?” I checked in.
She only moaned, a heady smile on her lips; it was enough. I drove into her faster and harder feeling the beautiful friction on my cock as I dipped deeper into heaven. She drove me insane. I fucked her recklessly, pulling out, pressing in, feeling her sheath me in tightness. So tight it was hard to get in and out of her without effort, so I spread her legs wider and angled her hips so my cock could bury into her more deeply. She panted and hissed at my intrusion. Before I went overboard, I slowed down and reached across her to the bedside table behind her head to get a condom. I pulled out of her with a pop.
“If we’re gonna be traveling around the world, we should be safe,” I winked.
She groaned and nodded as she wiggled her hips beckoning my cock back. I slipped the condom on, gently picked her up, and put her on her knees, then spread her wide.
“Are you okay? Any pain?” I asked.
“I’m good,” she said, glowing.
“Can I go in hard?” I had a beastly need for her.
“You can, just don’t break me,” she whispered.
With her permission, I slammed my hungry appendage back into her. She was plenty wet and as slick; so responsive. I’d made sure to buy the most sensitive bare skin brand condom I could find when I was in Las Vegas just in case I found Arcadia again. I kissed her back while leaning my weight into her as my balls slapped against her soft skin, my hips driving with an insatiable force of their own. I lifted her ass up to me so that I could go deeper, and she buried her moans into the pillow.
“Oh, my God,” she mumbled.
I lost control. I prayed I wasn’t hurting her because I was too gone to pull back, my body jettisoned into warm, tight pussy as my toes curled with the mounting sensation of pleasure cutting into my cock, squeezing my balls, and tugging my heart. I grabbed her hips and shoved my way up to the hilt, completely lost in her flesh. When I could go no farther, I pulled out and pressed in again, slower this time until my pulses grew more fervent, withdrawing and thrusting relentlessly in and out. I couldn’t take it anymore and threw my body weight on her, angled her hips so I could dive into the deepest part of her and let my fingers come between us to find her the tender ring of her ass.
Her puckering hole was already wet from the love juice spilling out of her, so with little effort, I eased one finger into her tiny hole wiggling it in and out in time with my cock. Her legs went weak, so I held her tight as she cried out in ecstasy, and she flooded me with her cum. That was it, my balls clenched, her pussy sucking on my cock so hard, I emptied myself into the condom in hard jets of ejaculate that shot from my body. Feeling light-headed, my cock continued to twitch and spurt cum for what seemed like forever. All the energy drained from me as I slumped down on her, trying to tame my wild breathing. Regretfully, I pulled my cock out of her warm womanhood and slammed down beside her, my breath catching in my throat.
“Holy fuck, Xavier,” she gasped, her face flushed with afterglow.
“You’re telling me.” I could barely speak when I rolled to her and kissed her heated nipple peaked atop her flushed pink tit, then made my way up to her panting mouth.
I gathered her hot body into mine and let my leg drape over hers as I slid the condom off, tied it, and threw it on the nightstand behind us. She was small but perfect in my arms as I enveloped her, and our passions cooled. She trembled under me, perhaps only shuddering from the impact of our love; regardless, I kissed her shoulder, her breasts, and finally her mouth. I wanted her to know I was there, that I cared. I wasn’t here to just get my rocks off; I was here in mind, body, and soul.
“Everything is going to be okay,” I assured her as she tucked her head under my chin and cried.
Hard sex could do it to you, open the floodgates of emotion; it was an intense experience. I wasn’t sure what she was feeling, but if it was anything like what I was experiencing, it was overwhelming. I always loved a good fucking, but this was so much more. I knew if I had her hard, it would make her feel. She needed to feel. She was supposed to be angry, not scared. Devastated, not sad. Her world had exploded, and I needed her to be there for it. The hard fucking brought her back to me again.
Chapter 18
Arcadia
I understood better what people meant when they said, mind blown. That was the only way I could describe what I was experiencing. I was a mess; the tears just came. I didn’t really even know why I was crying, but I couldn’t stop. Xavier had opened me up, and now I was facing all of what was happening, processing. He was patient; he smoothed his hand over my skin and continued to reassure me with comforting words. I wasn’t sure how long we laid there together, me quietly sobbing and him stroking my skin, but as suddenly as the tears began they stopped.
There was a chill in the air, and I shivered against it. Outside, the world was hot and humid, but the air conditioner must have been on the highest setting. We were freezing.
“Let’s make use of that bathtub before we go. A nice hot bath sounds like heaven right now,” he said shifting away from me.
His skin was also cold to the touch. He was right, a bath would be good. He got off the bed and walked across the room to the bathroom. I watched his tight firm ass as he went; he had the perfect body, and boy, did he know how to use it. My pussy was still on fire. It was sore but didn’t hurt, just felt like him, like he’d been inside of me hard and deep and was going to stay there for the rest of my life as if I’d been imprinted as indelibly as the tattoo emblazoned across his arm.
Maybe that’s why I was sad. Of course, most of it was the shitty predicament I was in, but some of the tears were for him. I didn’t want to fall in love with him because this was an arrangement, not a marriage. We were playing house. He made it clear; we were having fun, and this was fine for now, but it wouldn’t be fun forever.
“Sorry I cried,” I said when he came back into the room. I was feeling like such a loser. I watched his sizable cock swing between his lean legs as he crawled back onto the bed and inched his way closer to me.
“Why are you sorry about that?” he asked, untangling strands of hair which had stuck to my face.
“It’s a lot of drama,” I confessed, feeling overwhelmed.
“It is a lot of drama. It’s also deep and personal, and it’s sort of the reason I fucked you so hard. I wanted you to feel it, brave it, and then let it go. You’re not alone Arcadia. I want you to know that. I want you to feel it here.” He touched my head, “And here,” he touched the bone between my breasts, “and here,” he said and his finger slid into my pussy, smoothing over my vagina, caressing away the rawness and pain. “I’m here as long as you need me.”
At that moment, he was honest and genuine. I kissed his neck, then his mouth, feeling the roughness of his skin around his soft lips. I didn’t dare tell him I might need him forever. I just kissed him as he lifted me off the bed and carried me into the bathroom where steam was coursing up from the enormous bathtub.
“Maybe we shouldn’t leave this tub,” I teased, feeling a little more myself again.
“I’m not risking your life for a bathtub.” He was fatherly and strict.
“Can we play some more?” I asked splashing him with bath water as he set me inside the tub.
“A little.” He splashed back as he sat down next to me. “Big little Mr. Dean is very tired,” he said reaching over and smoothing his hands along the folds of my vagina, “and little Mrs. Dean needs some rest.”
With that, he turned behind and grabbed a bottle of soap, pouring a generous amount into his hands and lathering it up into a frothy mound of suds. I braced myself for a sensual mass
age, ready to feel his hands on my body. Instead, he took the mound of soap and pat it generously on my face, creating a beard of bubbles. It was wonderful and ridiculous, and I laughed hysterically.
“You wanted to play,” he reminded me as I splashed him again with water.
We splashed each other, slathered soap, touched, kissed, dove under the water, washed each other’s hair, stroked and fondled our more sacred parts, wanting closeness and familiarity. When we were done “playing”, we held hands and just sat with one another while the warm water cooled.
“You don’t have to come with me.” I wanted to give him an out, and now was as good a time as any. “You know I’m safe.”
“I’m not having this discussion,” was all he said as he tilted his head back against the tub and closed his eyes. “Your dad is a monster; anything I can do to protect you, I will. Right now, that means tagging along. You’re stuck with me.”
I couldn’t think of a good rebuttal, so I leaned back next to him. “Good,” was all I said, drifting off to sleep in the warm water. We laid together silently until the water turned cold. Xavier moved first, getting out of the tub he shook cold water all over me.
I woke with a start and was playfully mad, “I guess bathtub nap time is over,” I pouted.
“You can stay in there if you want, but I’m freezing,” he said, grabbing a towel. “I need to make some calls, and we should discuss next steps.” The staunch businessman had returned.
“I guess find a hotel that isn’t so … well, this,” I gestured around the room as I stepped out of the tub, freezing. Xavier handed me a towel, and I felt its soft warmth. “I wish we could stay here,” I offered, “maybe I’m being paranoid.”
“While I make phone calls, you find us another place until we can arrange our transportation to Costa Rica,” he said from the bedroom as he unpacked drawers.
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