Slightly Sinful

by Yvette Hines

  Her arousal rose, like the steam in the bathroom. Turning around, she offered him her backside. Wiggling her butt, she flirted, “Be gentle.”

  He groaned and smacked her soundly on the ass. “Don’t tempt me.”

  Wincing at the sting, heat flooded the area and throbbed, causing her sex to pulse along with it. Curiosity tickled her mind as she considered if she would get a sexual charge out of spanking.

  Roberto’s Spanish lilt invaded her thoughts. “You may need to hold onto the wall, cereza hermosa, while I rinse you properly.”

  Enjoying the stream of water as it cascaded down her back, she leaned into the wall, palms flat. She let her chin fall to her chest as she relaxed into the jets. He snapped the showerhead into one of the low hooks in front of her lower belly. The pelts tapped rhythmically against her mound. Delilah now understood the purpose of all the hooks.

  Roberto lifted her leg and placed her heel down on a footrest in the corner. Reaching around her, he twisted the nozzle so the pulsing stream of water was at just the right angle. Open and facing the warm torrential spray caused her blood to race to her sex. Glancing down, she watched her labia swell, revealing her stiff and aching clit. Her orgasm built.

  “It feels good, doesn’t it?” His hands stroked the inside of her thighs.

  “Ahh, yes…” she hissed.

  He kneeled behind her and insinuated his broad shoulders between her wide-spread legs. Her gaze traveled along his chest, knees and the thick cock between his thighs. His face was hidden from her view. However, she knew the moment his tongue joined in with the water’s caress. Licking her clit, the reverse play of his coarse tongue caused her legs to tremble. Robert’s chin below her sex in a reverse cunnilingus was the last thing she saw before her eyes slid shut.

  Delilah didn’t know how much longer she could withstand the surge of ecstasy throbbing for release. This man has a thing for pussy and water.

  His nose rubbed her ass cheeks as his tongue swirled around her clit and slipped through her juices coating her pussy. He probed, extending his tongue inside her hot sex and pulled out, using the tip to caress and stroke the crease of her ass, then back inside again.

  Incoherent and void of thought or speech, she gave into the dual ministration. Gyrating her hips, she drove herself into the spray shooting from the showerhead and Roberto’s mouth, fucking them both urgently. She came violently, crying out in ecstasy. Her mind registered her plummet toward the shower floor, expecting the impact that never happened. A quivering mass, she felt consumed by Roberto’s strength as he cradled her until the spasms subsided.

  He pushed wet hair from her face. “I do believe it was Caesar who once said, ‘To the victor goes the spoils.’” A wicked smile graced his mouth.

  Smelling her own musky scent on his breath, she leaned in and kissed him. “Are you trying to tell me something?”

  “Don’t play coy with me.” He lifted her to her feet, rose beside her and shut off the faucet.

  Stepping out of the shower, she grabbed a towel and dried off then knotted it around her hips, imitating the way he wore his earlier. “Need a towel, Mr. Sanchez?” She gave him an innocent look.

  Shaking his head vigorously, he sent water around the room and at Delilah, making her squeal. “You know damn well you lost the race.” Grabbing the towel from her, he used it to dry his hair then slung it over his shoulders and around his neck. “So into the room, sexy lips. I have lots of parts that need drying.” Reaching out, he tweaked her nipples.

  She playfully batted his hand away, turned haughtily and sashayed into the room.

  “Keep swinging that ass in my face, cereza oscura, and you’re going to find yourself being fucked in it.”

  The tip of her tongue itched to say something witty and sassy, but hearing the husky texture of his voice, she thought better of it. Instead, she sat on the corner of the bed and decided to honor her bet, asking him, “Where would you like me to start, Roberto?”

  “There’s only one place aching to feel your mouth.”

  Delilah didn’t have to ask where as her gaze slid down his torso. The evidence of his desire stuck out from his groin, hard and thick, awaiting her. Raising her hand, she dragged it over his chest. Pulling it back to her mouth, she sipped at the water gathered in her palm.

  His voice gritty with arousal, he told her, “Lay down on your back, cereza dulce.”

  Sweet cherry. Chills of excitement danced along her spine, causing goose bumps to rise on her skin and fingers to tingle. Without hesitation, she complied.

  He stepped away and picked up a small tube on the nightstand, as well as a handful of condoms. Returning to her, he littered the bed beside her with foil packets as he popped the cap then squeezed a clear gel onto his finger. Then he tossed the tube onto the bed somewhere.

  Holding his finger before her mouth, he instructed her. She parted her lips and allowed him to stroke the cream along the fleshy part of her rear palate. Then she closed her mouth and swallowed, feeling a slight tingle and numbness only in her throat.

  After she stretched out on her back, Roberto kneeled on the floor then pulled her across the comforter until her head hung over the side, causing her mouth to be level with his glistening cock.

  “Open that delicious--”

  Her mouth surrounded the head of his dick and cut his words. Sliding the tip of her tongue across his slit, she tasted his salty pre-come. She started to draw on him, pulling him into her attentive mouth, silencing him instantly.

  Cradling her head in his hands, he angled it just right as his thumbs stroked the side of her face, coaxing her to slacken her jaw. He slowly began to push his hard shaft in and out her mouth, using her own hot moisture to glide deeper inside.

  Amazed at how much of his length she was taking, she began to work her mouth around him.

  “Easy, baby,” he soothed with raspy words.

  She suckled him gently and caressed his hard cock with her tongue, curling it around his sides. His thighs trembled at her actions.

  “Yes… That’s it.” His hips moved slowly, pushing and pulling himself into her mouth.

  In her current position, she was unable to see his face, but she knew the moment he looked down and saw their coupling. He cried out, “Oh, mi cereza! I shouldn’t have looked… at those luscious lips taking me in. Too…much…”

  He thrust forward in a roaring climax. His ebony hair tickled her chin as the base of his cock pressed against her lips. His balls bumped her nose and his cum painted her throat. Delilah swallowed his essence, greedy for more. After the initial explosion, he pulled back, allowing her just enough space to roll over onto her stomach. Without letting him go, she suckled and cleaned his length.

  Holding her hair, he watched. “Your mouth was made for this.”

  Releasing his cock, which only marginally had decreased in size, she smiled. “You do bring out the best in me.”

  Leaning forward, he kissed her flushed, swollen mouth. “Do I?” He pulled her off the bed and onto his lap. “Then show me your best and ride me.”

  Excited and aroused from her service to Roberto, Delilah adjusted her legs over his hips. Grabbing a condom, she took a firm hold of his re-stiffening member, quickly sheathed him and moistened his tip in her slippery folds to ease his entry inside. Bobbing her hips up and down, she buried him deep within and her round ass cheeks pressed against his thighs. She paused, enjoying his strength all around her and the feel of her core stretching as his erection extended fully.

  She nipped and laved his lips, then began to ride him. Slowly at first, she rose up and down with precision, but her budding orgasm made her body more erratic and demanding. Joining in the rhythm, Roberto gripped her hips and propelled his cock inside of her.

  Crying out, she exploded around him. The walls of her sex constricted his movements like a fist.

  Groaning in carnal delight, Roberto rose, pushing her back against the side of the bed. “Your pussy’s so tight. I’ve got to have more.�
� Spreading her thighs wide, he hooked her legs over his shoulders, palmed her hips and clutched her ass. “I’m going to fuck you…until neither one of us…can walk,” he called out, forcing his words through gritted teeth.

  Stroking the deep recesses of her passage, he slammed into her repeatedly. The more she gave, the more he took. Their breathing hitched and quickened to pants, causing both of them to struggle for air. Refusing to let up the pace, they both rode through the storm of need, neither willing to concede or acknowledge anything, but their loving.

  Roberto drove into her sopping slit, his hands lifting her higher and urging her to take more. The aroma of their coupling permeated the room.

  She was ready to come again. He rotated his hips against her mound, causing his wiry tight curls to tickle her clit. “More, Roberto. Fuck me. Hard! Hard!” Once again, Delilah found herself thrown into jubilant pleasure that took her beyond sane reason. She sought only erotic gratification.

  Plush carpet greeted her back when suddenly she lay on the floor. Through a lust-filled haze, she watched Roberto sit back on his haunch. His strong hands pressed her thigh down, splaying her open for the full penetration of his cock. Obeying her request, he fucked her hard.

  His head tossed back, his voice rough, he called out, “I am going to miss this come morning.”

  As his balls slapped her ass and the carpet bit into her back, he took her with angry, hot thrusts and brought her once again to a mind blowing climax. Her screams poured from her mouth, until they became hoarse cries.

  Body tensing in mid-thrust, his thick hot fluid filled her core; it became trapped within the glove fit of her sex around his length.

  Roberto collapsed onto her, his glorious weight bearing down on her. He buried his face in her neck and his low speech whispered in her ear, “You have saturated my soul with your essence, mi cereza oscura hermosa.”

  Chapter four

  Sore, thoroughly pleasured and exhausted, Delilah looked at the bright glow of the rising early morning sun. In a little over an hour, the morning flight would leave from Cat Island to Nassau. Glancing away from the spacious window, her gaze rested on the mysterious man. Roberto Sanchez. His features were relaxed and peaceful as he lay on his side under the covers. She wanted to touch him. To reach her hand out and caress his skin, but she didn’t want to chance waking him. Or even worse, he’d awaken, rise from the bed and leave her first.

  As she lay on her side, facing him, her heart ached. She was shocked by the feelings assailing her. This was supposed to be one reckless adventure, not a night filled with unforgettable passion this man brought to her. I shouldn’t have asked for his name. The mask should’ve stayed on.

  It was too late now to understand Silverman’s wisdom of secrecy and subterfuge. It was a lot easier to leave something behind when the true essence hadn’t been revealed. When it was intangible.

  Uncertainty lay like a rock in the pit of her stomach, weighing down her heart and mind as she turned over and slipped quietly from the bed. She needed to leave. If he awakened, he might coax her to spend more hours in his arms, and she couldn’t do that. Her raw emotions already hovered under the surface. He made her imagine cozy dinners, quiet evenings in front of a fireplace and whispered conversation at bedtime. This man was an enigma. She didn’t come to Cat Island to risk her heart, but for a distracting night of sex with no strings. Job done, it was time to go home.

  Grabbing her small satchel, she silently unlocked the door then turned and looked at him one last time. The back of her eyes burned with brimming tears, but Delilah mentally shook herself, stopping them. No way would she allow herself to cry over him. They both had gotten exactly what they wanted, a night in the arms of someone willing. Once she walked out of this house, Roberto Sanchez would be in her past.

  With more bravado than she felt, she stepped into the hall, closed the door behind her and padded to the next room. Opening her friend’s door, she ignored Pamela, who lay snuggled between two men, all naked with the covers rumpled around their feet. All still wearing masks. They had followed the rules.

  She quickly used Pamela’s shower, dressed and then awakened her friend. It was time to go home. Back to the hopes of a contract and back to reality.

  ~YH~

  Roberto inhaled deeply, enjoying the sweet and spicy scent of Delilah and sex. It was a hint to him that the prior night had not been a dream. Today they would be leaving the private island, but the last plane would pull out late this afternoon and he did not have plans to leave the room until the last moment. He had decided last minute to even attend the sinful night, but he was certainly glad he did.

  Daniel Silverman had provided him the opportunity to make his fantasy a reality. Delilah Reynolds had fallen into his arms. When he’d entered the dining room, he believed he had been seeing things when he saw her among the wicked diners. However, there she was in the flesh.

  Other men in attendance had circled around her, practically drooling, wanting to sample her charms and perhaps spend the night between her thighs. However, he ensured he would be the only one there. Pure jealousy he knew, but from the sidelines he’d watched and waited for his opportunity. Seizing his chance when she’d gravitated away from the throng of revelers as he assumed she eventually would do. Looking for a place of solace. As sensual and confident as she may come off, he could easily see in the shadows of her eyes that this event, though perfect for her companion, was out of her league. Hell, it was out of his league to a certain degree.

  Even though she had been a part of his thoughts and life for the past four years, he knew he’d have to take things slow with her. His mind warned him that Delilah may have come to this party because she wasn’t ready to be involved in a serious relationship. Most of Silverman’s attendees hopped for one naughty adventure to the next. Delilah could be made of the same cloth even if she wasn’t into orgies and such. His heart countered the argument.

  Opening his eyes, he turned over expecting to see her sprawled out beside him in all of her beautiful brown glory, auburn hair wild around her. But the other side of the bed was empty.

  Stretching his hand out, he could feel the cool, smooth texture of the sheets. She’d been out of bed for awhile. Turning his head from left to right, he searched for her. The room was large, but not big enough that he could not see that the door to the bathroom was open and dark inside, she wasn’t in there.

  Had she gone down for breakfast?

  He sat up. Instantly he noticed the closet door was gaped wide and two drawers were open and empty. It didn’t take more than an ounce of his intelligence to realize she had left. Left him.

  It had almost been dawn the last time they’d had sex, so she either left shortly after or barely allowed herself an hour of sleep. Seeing the clock on the wall, he noticed it was fifteen after eight. The first plane had already departed the Cat Island to Nassau to a connecting flight to the U.S. main land.

  “¡Mierda,” he cursed, slamming his fist into the mattress. This was not how he wanted their night to end. He’d thought of setting up contact with Delilah, discussing a possible future relationship with her.

  Shoving the sheets off his body, he sat on the edge of the bed. If she thought it would be that easy for her to walk out of his life, she had much to learn about Roberto Sanchez.

  Rising and moving towards the bathroom, he felt a smile pull at the corner of his mouth. Delilah was about to discover just how tenacious he could be.

  ~YH~

  “How was your weekend, Lila?” Darren asked when he breezed into her office Monday afternoon.

  In the hour, they needed to be over at the lake. Today they would begin renovations on Vacation Paradise Suites.

  “Don’t even ask,” Delilah warned, gathering her files and placing them in her briefcase. “I should have just stayed home and chewed my nails.”

  “Hell. That bad, huh?”

  “Honestly, I don’t want to talk about it.” Her voice held more bark than she meant.

&n
bsp; Darren grimaced in response.

  She knew she was being a bitch. She had been surly and emotionally unsettled since she arrived home yesterday, but she refused to process a no-win situation.

  Her friendship with Darren had started with the company. Unbothered by her attitude, he moved on to the bigger topic plaguing both of them. “Connie said Torres Corp hasn’t called yet.”

  Picking up her case, she strolled to the open door where Darren waited. “Yet? I figured we didn’t get it. They said early today. It’s now noon.”

  Her design manager and friend put his hand on her shoulder, his voice echoing with sincerity, “I’m sorry. I know how important the contract was for Précis Touch.”

  “I know you do.” But, this was her reputation. She knew other opportunities would come around, however she pondered if getting turned down by such a prestigious company would always overshadow her.

  “We’ll slay the giant next time.” A broad smile stretched across his face.

  She’d bust her ass to make sure. “We sure will. First we need to see how our team is doing at the hotel.” She led the way out of the office. At times like this, she was glad to have a close friend giving their support. Just like Darren, she knew they would one day land a major contract. Her company was one of the best. Her team worked hard to meet the needs of their clients. She put everything she had into each job, ensuring success. If Nicholas Torres couldn’t see that, it was his loss.

  ~YH~

  “Everything is looking good from my standpoint, Delilah,” Patrick, her electrician, informed her, the final team member to check in.

  Delilah and the rest of her staff had just finished surveying the hotel, which they’d been doing for the last two hours.

  She turned to the robust man standing with them in the lobby. “Well, Mr. Spade, everything looks great. The construction company you worked with did an excellent job in keeping to the original plans we’d discussed.”