“Yes, I’m so pleased to see you, these guys don’t seem to get the idea that I’m not interested.” she had jumped as he touched her but was now so grateful to see a familiar face that his warm hand on her back didn’t bother her in the slightest.
“¿qué hace usted a tipos?” he addressed the boys in Spanish, translation “What are you doing guys?” he received a loud gabbled response asking him what business was it of his and where did he come from. He pointed to the clearly visible villa and told them “It’s my business because she’s mine - esto es mi negocio porque ella es la mía” and “derribe y déjela en paz – back off and leave her alone.”
The boys turned to look at the villa “¿usted es la familia Paloma? – You’re Paloma family?”
“Sí” he pulled Suzanne into his side and began to back away, the rabble of local boys knew better than to upset a member of the affluent Paloma family, most of their families were employed by them, muttering apologies they headed back up the beach away from the couple.
“You can let go now.” Suzanne said as Paul continued to glare after the boys.
“I kind of like you this close.” he answered tightening his grasp and turning to face her, both arms now around her waist, he leaned down to her “You shouldn’t go off on your own.” he gently admonished softly pressing his lips to hers and pulling her body against his.
With her hands resting on his biceps, she allowed him to kiss her responding in kind to the hesitant searching of his tongue.
“You do know I could have taken care of those boys on my own right?” she asked, her lips still only centimetres from his.
“Of course you could.” he replied kissing her again. When she sucked his full lower lip into her mouth it felt like his temperature soared, his skin tingled where her hands touched him and his heart began to race, he tightened his grip on her as his body responded to her stimulus. Embarrassed by his complete and obvious arousal at her hands, he pushed her away a little too roughly and headed out to sea.
Once submerged up to his neck, he turned to face her still standing in the shallows. She was obviously more than a little aggravated, her hands on her hips until he looked at her then she threw her hands in the air and yelled “What the hell was that?” at him before wading out to where he bobbed just out of her depth. Standing on tip toes, she held out her hand to him and pulled him closer to her when he took it. “Don’t be embarrassed, just find us somewhere to go.” she whispered once more finding herself in his arms. Unable to reach the sea floor, she wrapped her legs around him, flattening her body against his, completely surrounding him with the cage of her limbs.
“I will find us somewhere but it won’t be today.” he glanced at his watch over her shoulder. “Everyone will be awake soon, we should get back.” for all his bravado in flirting with her and initiating the first kiss, the way she had responded to him told him that she had far more experience than he did and he felt a little intimidated. His sister had hinted that her best friend had had one or more sexual partners leaving Paul the inexperienced second baser virgin. As Suzanne unwrapped herself from his highly aroused body he grinned to himself, nothing was going to stop him being with this gorgeous girl, he’d just have to man up a bit and swallow his nerves.
The following day Paul was up early scouting around looking for somewhere where he could, quite literally, take possession of Suzanne. He found just what he was looking for in the small cottage in the villa’s grounds that was set aside for the housekeeper who was yet to join the family as she was supervising the closing up of the main house for the summer.
Circling back to the villa, he came across his Grandfather who had just been for his morning swim, greeting the older man; they made their way into the kitchen for breakfast deep in conversation. For the benefit of Michael and Tessa, meals were mainly conducted in English, Paul and Jackson however had continued their conversation in Spanish. Michael looked up when he heard Paul say his name; he frowned when his son continued to gabble to Jackson in Spanish glancing up occasionally to sneer in his fathers’ direction.
With breakfast over, the four youngsters were left to clean the dishes as the adults set about organising their day. With the hated task over, they headed out to the shaded pergola and sat exchanging friendly banter while they digested the more than ample breakfast they had just eaten. Paul was leaning over yesterday’s newspaper spread out on the table discussing a story about one of his and Matt’s favourite actors when Michael appeared at one end of the table,
“What were you saying to Jackson?” he addressed Paul, the boys’ mocking smirk at the breakfast table had got under his skin and he had decided to confront his son while Monica was busy packing a bag for their intended day trip..
Paul looked up at his father and leaned back in his seat “Nothing.” he replied, his arms folding defensively across his chest.
“You said my name more than once boy, I suggest you tell me what it is you think I have done to you now.” Michael demanded.
“I wasn’t saying that you had done anything to me. I was simply telling Gramps that one day, everything you have will be mine.” Paul answered, mocking smile and all.
“You have some front boy; do you seriously think I will be leaving you anything in my will?” Michael fumed.
“I don’t need you to leave me anything Dad, you have misunderstood, I meant that one day, in the near future , I am going to take everything you own because I will be rich enough to do so and there won’t be a damn thing you can do about it.”
“In your dreams, you will never be in a position to take anything from me, I am the one who will do the taking and you needn’t think I will let this insubordination slip just because we are here.” Michael lent on the table to get closer to his son “We will be re-visiting this conversation when we get home.”
“You can threaten all you like Dad and you can do to me whatever you want, I don’t care, I’m not scared of you anymore.” Paul had leant forward in his seat and had made to stand when Matt placed a restraining hand on his arm.
Michael’s face went beetroot red, he snarled “We’ll see.” before leaving.
It was a few moments before the stunned silence was broken;
“That was brave.” Suzanne murmured.
“That was stupid.” Matt countered “He’ll beat the shit out of you when we get home.”
“No he won’t, he can’t risk sending me to boarding school with bruises, anyway, I don’t care if he does hit me, like I said, I’m not scared of him anymore.” Paul answered.
“You are insane.” Matt told his brother.
“I don’t know why you two talk about Daddy like that, he has never raised a hand to any of us.” Tessa cut in.
“He has never raised a hand to you Tessa,” Paul replied “Matt’s had a few back hander’s and he seems to take great delight in punishing me for the slightest mistake.”
“You go out of your way to wind him up.” Tessa protested.
“Uhuh, and you wear blinkers.” Paul snapped “He has a go at me at every available opportunity, you just witnessed this last bit, he’ll find any excuse possible to give me a beating, you need to wise up Sis and stop defending him.”
“Have you ever stopped to consider that perhaps he does these things you say he does to get some attention from Mum, she’s so wrapped up in you that the rest of us don’t get a look in and that includes Dad.”
Paul got to his feet “You’re deluded,” he glared at his sister “I’m going to take the boat out for a bit.” he squeezed past Matt’s chair and headed into the villa to get the keys for his Grandparents boat managing to sneak the keys for the housekeeper’s cottage at the same time.
Jackson stopped him on his way out of the villa; he had noticed his grandson’s scowl and wanted to check that everything was alright with the boy. When Paul told him he planned on taking the boat out, Jackson handed him a wad of notes and told him to fuel it up while he was out he then informed Paul that the adults would be out for th
e entire day and as Tessa was the eldest, she was in charge and would be seeing to the youngsters food for the day.
Paul spent the majority of the morning on the boat, doing a little unsuccessful fishing. Pulling up alongside the family’s private dock, he secured the boat then erected the hood over the wheelhouse so that the interior of the boat would remain dry should it rain and therefore be ready for use when Jackson or anyone else needed it. He noticed that no one was outside when he came up the beach from the dock and so made a quick detour to unlock the housekeepers’ cottage before going to the villa to find his siblings.
“Hey.” he said upon entering the kitchen and finding Matt cutting up tomatoes
“You were gone a long time.” Matt glanced at his brother before turning back to the chopping board
“Yeah, had to go and get fuel then I thought I’d do some fishing.”
“Catch anything?”
“Nothing.” Paul answered “I thought Tessa was doing lunch?”
“She pulled the big sister card and told me to do it; she and Suzanne wanted to take showers before lunch to wash off their sun cream, you can give me a hand now you’re here.”
“Oh hell no, I’m not interfering, I’ve been sweating on the boat all morning, I need a shower too, anyway, I’m not hungry so you only need to make enough for three.” he slipped out of the kitchen and up the stairs, as he reached the first floor he could hear a hairdryer and the two girls having a shouted conversation over the noise. He continued on up to the second floor where his room and bathroom were, closing the door and stripping off, he stepped into the shower, holding his face up to the warm water, trying not to think about Suzanne and the things they would hopefully get up to later that afternoon.
After vainly trying to take his time in the shower, thinking on his way down the stairs “Seriously, what takes girls so long in the shower?” he walked through the kitchen, grabbed an apple and went to sit in the pergola while he waited for Matt and Tessa to finish their lunch and go off for their siesta. He was sorely disappointed when all three teenagers stretched out on the sun beds after lunch. He decided to join them;
“What was the point of you two taking showers if you are just going to sit in the sun again?” he asked sitting astride the vacant sun bed.
“We aren’t in the sun and we get a breeze here, it gets far too stuffy in the villa for a decent siesta.” Tessa replied.
Paul shrugged and lay back on the sun bed next to Suzanne, he stretched out his hand to touch her arm knowing from this position neither of his siblings would see the movement. Suzanne turned her head in his direction, lowering her shades to look at him; she smiled when he held up a set of keys and raised a questioning eyebrow.
“Be patient.” she mouthed at him, smiling again when he let out a theatrical sigh and folded his arms over his chest. Suzanne had picked her bikini carefully when she stepped out of the shower choosing one with easily releasable tie up straps on both the top and bottom, one tug on the loosely tied bows and she would be fully exposed.
Turning onto her left side therefore presenting her back to Tessa, not only did Suzanne have the lovely view of Paul’s tanned, sleek body but it also gave the message to her friend that she didn’t want to talk, she just wanted to sleep. It didn’t take long before she heard light snores from Matt and, glancing over her shoulder, she saw that Tessa was curled up in a ball, also sound asleep. She touched Paul’s hand as she came to her feet; he glanced at his siblings, got to his feet and preceded her to the footpath that led around the villa. As he walked, he felt his nerves kick in, his stomach felt like lead and his hands began to get clammy;
“Come on Paul.” he talked to himself in his head “You can do this, you want this, find some balls and for God’s sake don’t let her see how nervous you are, it’s not like you’re a total novice after all.” Paul had had various experiences with some of the older girls at school and he was more than adept and using his hands and mouth to give pleasure and enjoyed it immensely but not one of the girls had been willing to let him get past what he saw as second base.
Suzanne watched Paul as he walked ahead of her, his smooth, tanned back was tense and he wasn’t walking with the graceful fluid movements of his natural pace. With a jolt, she realised he was nervous and was puzzled as to why. He had a reputation at school as a ladies’ man; the girls would literally climb over each other to get some attention from him and she’d heard reports from the luckier ones that he knew what he was doing. She shrugged; perhaps it was just the fear of getting caught that was making him nervous.
“What is this place?” Suzanne asked as they reached the cottage
“It’s the housekeepers’ summer place, she won’t be here until the end of the week.” he replied as he opened the door and stood aside to let her in.
“Lucky housekeeper.” Suzanne commented as she surveyed the plush but simple decorations, she heard the door click shut “You’d better lock that.” she advised.
“Can I get you anything? A drink maybe?” he asked, stalling.
“You can come here.” she smiled and reached up to tie her long blond hair into a pony tail, his hands were on her waist, his mouth pressed to hers before she had finished, dropping her hands to his shoulders, she kissed him back, hard. She felt the strap around her ribs loosen followed swiftly by the one around her neck then felt his warm hands on the pale skin of her breasts.
Paul had to stoop for his mouth to reach her breasts, he felt awkward and uncomfortable like this. As he moved to stand straight, his hands grasped her behind and he hoisted her up against his body, she responded by wrapping her legs around him and planting another kiss on his wonderfully full lips. Paul backed up into the bedroom and gently laid her across the bed leaning over her to pay her breasts the proper attention they deserved as her hands grasped his hair and guided his movements.
Letting his hips rest on hers he felt her begin to grind against him heightening his arousal to epic proportions. He lifted himself off her, looking at her luscious body then having to close his eyes, blocking the sight, calming himself but not succeeding as her hands were roaming his body.
Suzanne felt herself becoming impatient, she didn’t want the niceties this time around, she didn’t want him to be gentle and had fully expected for him to have her naked and be pounding away by now but he seemed determined to take his time which only served to increase her frustration. She reached for his loose fitting shorts and swiftly dealt with pushing them off his hips exposing him in his full glory to her, she used her feet to push the shorts down his legs while reaching for him and holding the hot hard flesh in her tiny hand, she heard him gasp as she began to stroke him, making him harder if that was possible.
Paul plucked at the bows either side of her hips, once undone, he grasped the scrap of material and whipped it out from under her and she was now as naked as he was. His hand spread out over her mound, the skin was amazingly soft and she was shaved clean fulfilling one of Paul’s fantasies. Turning his hand and once again leaning over her, he kissed her deeply, sliding a finger along her slit at the same time as his tongue slid into her mouth.
Her hips bucked against his hand and she reached down and covered his hand with hers, pushing his fingers harder onto and into her, a brief thought of “Wow he’s good at this.” flitted through her brain moments before he slid another finger into her and kissed his way down her body. He paused for just a moment before leaning forward and tasting her, she moaned and pushed her hips toward his mouth, removing his fingers from her to concentrate on sucking her sex into his mouth, clamping his hands on her hips preventing her from moving and giving him total control as he began to drink her in.
Suzanne began to breathe quicker, she had grasped a handful of his dark hair and hung on for dear life silently thanking the powers above that he hadn’t just pushed his way into her for a quick fuck, she gave herself over to his tongue and lips, relishing in his obvious enjoyment of the act. She felt the familiar tingling and pushing sensatio
n that marked the start of her orgasm hoping frantically that he wouldn’t stop now,
“Don’t stop.” she gasped, pushing against his restraining hands “Don’t stop, yes there, stay there.....I’m going to cum.” throwing one leg over his shoulder, the force of her orgasm finally freeing her hips from the cage of his hands as she rode the final waves of her orgasm on his persistent tongue. With her clitoris now super sensitive, she pulled his head away from her by his hair, hooking her heels behind his legs, she guided him up the bed and into her, kissing him and tasting herself as he eased his ample appendage into her, feeling him open her with each movement.
Paul’s head was reeling, she had tasted so good, he could have stayed there for a good while longer but she obviously had other ideas. He had to admit, he was slightly impressed with himself, he’d been immensely worried about cumming too soon but as that so far hadn’t happened he figured he was good to go the whole way, he hadn’t even considered that the intense feelings around the head of his penis as he entered would very nearly push him over the edge.
He paused as the head of his penis slid past her lips, holding his breath frantically thinking of things that would normally turn him off. Succeeding in keeping his cool, he edged a little further into her feeling her slick inner walls stretch to accommodated him, this is the feeling he’d been waiting for, he could honestly say he had never felt anything quite as good. He planned to savour every moment, to slowly inch his way into her up to the hilt but Suzanne didn’t allow that, when he paused for the third time, she took matters into her own hands and thrust her hips up to meet his forcing him into her, she then began to gyrate against him, relieved when he took up the rhythm and began to fuck her how she really wanted him to.
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