by S. E. Rose
He doesn’t lie on me but instead supports his weight on his elbows, while slowly kissing me.
“I don’t want to pull out,” he murmurs in between kisses. “You feel too good.”
“Then don’t,” I groan as his cock twitches inside me once more.
He stays there for a few moments as we kiss. All too soon, he pulls out of me and disposes of the condom before pulling me back against him.
“Tired?” he asks. I snuggle into his side. It’s strange. It feels so…natural…so normal, like we’re an old married couple on vacation. I almost pull away in my confusion, but his arm tightens around me.
I shake my head.
He turns up the volume on the movie. It’s a romantic comedy from the nineties. We don’t talk as we lie watching it. I trace patterns on his abdominal muscles, and he traces patterns on my arm.
I’m not sure when I fall asleep. I fight it for as long as I can but I’m out before the film ends.
Zach
I wake while it’s still dark out. Reagan is curled into my side. Her soft breathing is the only sound in the room.
I fight the feeling that this feels right, too right. I curse under my breath. I shouldn’t feel this way about a woman I just met, but damn it if I don’t.
I glance over and see that it’s four in the morning. I should let her sleep longer, but I can feel the dampness between her legs against my thigh and my cock springs to life. I want to tell him to slow down, big fella, but who can deny that Reagan isn’t the sexiest fucking woman I’ve had the pleasure of seeing naked in a long time, maybe the sexiest ever.
I wrap her reddish-brown hair around my finger. It’s silky. I could play with her hair all day, and if last night was any indication, I think she’d enjoy it even more than I would.
This all seems a little crazy. “Fuck it,” I mutter to myself. I have a drop-dead gorgeous woman, naked in my arms, neither one of us has to be anywhere for hours, so I’m going to wake her up in the best way I know how.
I roll her on her back. She protests slightly in her sleep but then falls quiet. I crawl in between her legs, pushing them slightly apart so I can fit between them. Then I stop. I look at her, really look at her, her nose, her lips, her eyes, every curve of her body. She’s breathtaking, spectacularly beautiful. I crawl farther up in between her thighs until I can smell her. The scent of her arousal fills my nose, and like a shark smelling a drop of blood in the ocean, my desire pulses through my veins. I’m a predator on a mission, and she’s my prey.
I gently part her folds until I zero in on where I want my tongue, and then I lick her. She stirs a little but doesn’t wake. I continue my ministrations, it’s after I suck on her swollen bud that her eyes fly open. She looks down at me.
“Good morning, sexy,” I say to her against her sex. She laughs and tosses her head back on the pillow.
“Don’t let my conscious state stop you,” she says.
I chuckle. “Oh, it won’t,” I assure her as I plunge my tongue into her entrance. Her breath hitches and I taste her arousal as it drips on my tongue. I continue rotating between sucking on her and fucking her with my tongue until she’s crying out incoherent things into the dark room. I plunge my two fingers into her tight channel, as I suck hard on her clit. I make that motion she loves deep inside her, and she detonates around my digits, her muscles constricting so tightly I almost fear she’ll break them.
I pull them free, reach for a condom, and roll it on before plunging into her. “What about you?” she asks, as I bury myself all the way inside her.
“What’s your favorite position?” she asks.
“I like missionary,” I tell her.
She gives me a pointed look. I roll us over so that she’s on top of me.
“Take control, sexy,” I tell her. She gives me a devilish grin, and I chuckle but that dies after she begins moving in circles while going up and down on my cock, grinding herself against me in between each thrust.
I find my body involuntarily lurching up to meet hers. I grab her hips. She falls forward, pressing her hands into my chest, and we begin ramming into each other, harder and harder. I start thrusting up as she thrusts forward, and we find a pace within seconds that has us both crying out. At the final second, we both still with my cock buried all the way inside her. I know as I feel her muscles ripple against my cock that she can feel my cock as it explodes inside her heat.
She collapses on me, and I wrap my arms around her tightly, sealing us together for another moment.
“I’m not sure I can ever move again,” she says. I pull out of her and remove the condom, and then I grab her and tuck her back against me.
“Go back to sleep, sexy,” I tell her, and kiss her forehead.
“Aye, aye, Captain,” she says sleepily, and I smile in the darkness. I’m going to enjoy the next three days, and she is going to be a big part of it.
Reagan
The heat surrounding me is almost unbearable. I start to pull away, but Zach’s arms tighten around me.
“Good morning,” he says, his warm breath against my ear. Somehow in the night, I’ve rolled onto my side and now his front is pressed against my back.
“Good morning,” I reply. I use my feet to kick off the sheet.
“Hot?” Zach asks.
“Very,” I say.
“I can fix that,” Zach says.
I turn and look at him. He smirks.
“Let me go brush my teeth,” I say. I jump out of bed before he can grab me and go into the bathroom. I brush my teeth, and I see him throw on shorts.
“I’ll be right back,” he says and exits the room.
I finish brushing my teeth and decide to rinse off to cool down. I jump in the shower and rinse in about five seconds flat before drying off and lying back down in the bed.
I feel so much better for the thirty more seconds it takes Zach to come back in the room from wherever he’s gone. I open the door for him, and the stifling humidity that bombards me has me ready to jump in the shower again.
I let Zach in and fall back onto the bed.
“It’s so hot out! The rehearsal dinner is outside, isn’t it?” I whine.
He laughs. “Uh, yeah. At least you can wear a dress. I have to deal with this heat in a suit,” he scoffs.
“Touché,” I say.
“Still hot?” he asks, noticing the towel on the floor.
I grin and shrug. “I am now that you opened the door to that swamp out there,” I say.
“Good, because I’m looking forward to cooling you down,” he says with a big grin. He looks like a kid in a candy store.
“Should I be scared?” I ask him, raising an eyebrow when he sets the ice bucket on the bedside table.
“Lie down and close your eyes,” he says.
I look at him like he’s crazy.
His hand cups my face. “Do you trust me?” he asks, his voice deep and gentle, and something about it soothes me, comforts me.
I nod.
“Good, now lie back and close your eyes,” he repeats.
I comply.
I hear him rustle with the ice bucket, and I have a feeling I know what he’s going to do. Half of me is exhilarated and the other half is scared that I’m going to jump up and knee him in the balls by accident.
I feel his lips brush mine, and then a piece of ice.
“Suck,” he commands.
I suck on the ice that he holds. It tastes cool and is actually a nice sensation since perspiration has formed on my skin from the humidity.
He glides the piece of ice away from my lips, and down my jaw to my neck, and then down to my breasts. He runs it around one nipple, before replacing it with his scorching tongue. I jump at the change in temperature, and he nips at me. I whimper with need.
He repeats the same action with my other nipple. This time I’m more prepared for the sensation. He leaves the remaining ice cube on my belly and runs a new one down around my navel. I squirm at the cool sensation. I’m almost afraid
of where he’s going next, but also intrigued.
He runs the ice all the way down to my clit, circling it a few times. Just when the cold is too intense, he pulls it away and his mouth replaces it.
“Oh, God!” I cry out from the intense sensations.
“Oh, I’m more than happy to be your God, sexy,” he says as he runs the ice cube over my entrance, dipping it inside just a little.
I buck back at the icy coldness, but it’s quickly replaced by his tongue, and I groan and thrust against his mouth.
Then he lodges the ice in my opening and pours something on me. I’m about to open my eyes when the smell of tequila reaches my nostrils.
“I need a drink,” he says as he laps at my pussy. The next few moments are hands down the most erotic of my life. Zach literally drinks from me and sucks on the ice cube until it falls onto his tongue, and then he laps some more.
I’m writhing like a worm on cement on a hot day. My hands have finished raking the sheets and are now gripping his hair for dear life as he takes me on a ride like I’ve never had before.
I feel myself climbing the Mount Everest of orgasms. I’m at K2 when he inserts his finger inside me and locates that spot he discovered yesterday. And that is when I come harder than I ever even thought possible.
I hear myself yelling incoherent things like a foreign language that I didn’t know I spoke. My body is spasming like I’m having a seizure and I’m pretty sure I just squirted into his mouth, but I really am not sure what is happening because my mind is in complete overload.
I feel like this goes on for minutes, although it’s probably only a few seconds. When my body releases, and I fall, well, really just relax onto the bed. I realize I have a death grip on his hair. I release it and let my hands fall to the mattress.
“Sorry,” I squeak with as much energy as I can muster.
He chuckles and lays a gentle open-mouth kiss to my clit before peppering soft kisses back up my body.
“I’m pretty sure you just gave me a religious experience,” I murmur.
He laughs again. “That was the fucking sexiest thing I’ve ever seen,” he growls against my nipple as he latches on again and gives it a hard sucking.
I grip his head, more gently this time and pull him up so he can kiss me. I taste myself on his tongue, and I don’t know why but I’m suddenly needing him again.
“I’ve got it,” he says, sensing my urgency.
I hear the rip of the condom wrapper, but I keep my eyes closed. I want to feel him this time, just feel him.
He rubs his cock up and down my slickness before letting it slide inside me. This time I’m so wet, he’s able to plunge all the way inside me in one thrust.
“Jesus, you feel good,” he groans as he pulls all the way out and plunges back inside again. He repeats this motion until I feel myself climbing again. It’s not Mount Everest this time, but it’s close, maybe Mount Kilimanjaro or something.
“I want you from behind,” he says, and my eyes fly open.
“OK,” I say tentatively.
“Trust me,” he says.
I nod and flip over onto my knees.
“Dammit, your ass is amazing,” he says. I feel him lay a wet kiss on it, and I giggle, but only for a moment because then he plunges into me again, and I moan. I grip the sheet to keep myself in place as his pace is brutal. His hand reaches under me and finds my clit. He makes small circles over it and that is my undoing.
I cry out, my arms collapsing, so only my ass is sticking up in the air, giving him an angle that has him so deep inside me that I’m not sure he’ll ever make it back out. He thrusts a few more times and then grunts as he comes deep inside me.
This time he collapses on top of me. His weight feels good, even though I’m hot. Our bodies are both slick with sweat, and I’m surprised he doesn’t go flying off me like a greased-up cookie sheet.
He licks at my earlobe, and I whimper from the sensation.
“That was fucking amazing,” he groans as he rolls off me and out of me.
I wince as I’m not used to so much sex.
“Are you alright?” he asks, wiping a bead of sweat from my brow.
“I’m good. I just…it’s been a while, and I may need some recuperation time today,” I admit.
“Sure,” he says gently. “Why don’t we go grab a shower? We still have time to go on the monkey tour. Didn’t you guys mention something about that?” he asks.
I look at my phone and groan. “We’re gonna have to grab coffee to go. Harrison and Grant already had breakfast,” I say, holding up my phone for him to read the avalanche of text messages.
He pulls me up, and we head to the shower. This time, when wash each other, it’s more the business of getting clean and less about the sex. Although, when I get to his semi-hard cock, I admit that my needs get the better of me, and I use the soap to glide up and down.
“Reagan,” he groans. “We don’t have…oh God, that feels good.”
I giggle. “That’s right, who’s the god now,” I say with a smirk and wink. He pushes me against the tiles and pins me there with my hands above my head.
“I’m your god for the next forty-eight hours. Got it,” he all but growls.
“Alpha-much?” I ask, batting my eyelashes, knowing I’m playing with fire.
He uses one hand to grip my jaw. His eyes are on fire, and I like it.
“Got it,” he breathes. “I want to control all your pleasure for the next forty-eight hours,” he says.
“Ask nicely, and I’ll consider it,” I say. He gives me a hard look, so I add, “Oh, Lord of my body, God of my orgasms.”
This earns me a smirk. “Very well then. Reagan, be with me for the next forty-eight hours, give your body to me,” he asks. His eyes are intense, but also a bit guarded. I won’t lie, the fact that he said “forty-eight hours” makes me cringe a bit. It’s like he’s stating the obvious, the fact that in two more days this will have to end.
“Fine. Consider mi casa, es su casa…oh, wait…maybe that should be…what’s the word…cadaver…no that’s not right,” I say.
I feel Zach’s body shaking against mine. I look up, and he’s laughing so hard his eyes are watering.
“Sweetheart, you are not a corpse,” he manages.
I blush.
“I think the word you were looking for is cuerpo,” he adds.
I giggle. “Mi cuerpo, es su cuerpo,” I say.
“Come on, let’s get dressed,” he says and kisses me gently.
“But,” I say as I look down at his erection. He releases my hands, and they fall to my sides before I grip him again. I fall to my knees in the shower and take him in my mouth.
He lets out a long groan. I lick his length and then let him thrust against me, fucking my mouth. It doesn’t take him long before he’s telling me he’s going to come, but I don’t pull back as he fills my mouth with his release.
I wipe my mouth and stand. He kisses me again.
“You are most unexpected,” he says.
“So are you,” I reply.
We finish getting ready in silence. Giving each other occasional glances.
When we open the door, we’re met with the steamy humidity. I almost tell him that we should stay in the room all day, but he grips my hand and drags me to the lobby where we find Harrison and Grant.
Chapter 15
Zach
“Sit, I’ll grab us coffees,” I tell her.
“Iced coffee, please,” she calls out after me.
I nod and head off to the café by the front desk. Ten minutes later with iced coffee and two muffins in my hands, I head back out to find a group of people huddled around a man in a khaki pantsuit.
I’m thankful no one else from the wedding group is here. It’s basically us and four couples we don’t know. I reach over Reagan’s shoulder and hand her the coffee.
“Your coffee,” I whisper in her ear, and I see goose bumps form on her arms. I love that she’s so sensitive to the sligh
test touch from me. It’s empowering. I can’t deny I enjoy playing the alpha male role on occasion, maybe it’s because I surround myself with all these rich friends, and it leaves a giant chip on my shoulder. I ponder my self-psycho-analysis for a brief moment and shake my head. This woman is making me crazy—caveman possessive crazy.
“Thanks,” she whispers, oblivious to my inner thoughts.
She gives me a warm smile and takes a sip of her coffee. She listens intently as our guide, Jaco, shows us around the edge of the resort to a part that looks straight-up jungle. We go down a path to a clearing. I can hear the rustling up above in the trees.
Jaco points up, and we all crane our necks to see. And there they are, monkeys.
“Oh my gosh, they are so cute,” Reagan whispers.
Jaco quietly talks about the monkeys while we watch them. There’s one little monkey that grips the front of a much larger monkey, presumably its mother.
“That reminds me of you,” I whisper in Reagan’s ear. “In the shower,” I add.
I see her ears turn pink, and I laugh quietly to myself.
We make our way back to the resort, by which time everyone is dying of heat, even with the cold bottles of water Jaco gave us on our walk.
“Beach?” Harrison suggests. We all nod and head back to our rooms. Ten minutes later, we are down at the cabanas that we rented. Our butler for the day brings us cold waters and champagne, and we get comfortable. Reagan slips off her cover-up and dives into the clear water.
“Oh, this feels so good!” she calls out. I lean over the edge of my cabana and look at her.
Her breasts float in the water and her cleavage is on full display to me. I half want to cover her up and half want to jump in the water and kiss the ever-loving fuck out of her.
I can’t help myself, I cannonball into the water next to her. I hear her squeal and laugh.
“Was that really necessary?” she asks.
I swim over to her. “Yes, I believe it was,” I say with a smirk, shaking the water from my hair. She squeals again and holds up her hands.