The Cancún Affair (The Cancún Series)

by Malick, Lena

  He licked and sucked her clit as he slid two exploring fingers inside her. He built her up to near orgasm, then backed off, kissing her quivering thighs. He did it again, this time bringing her so close she was sure she was going to cum, wanting to have that feeling again, only to have him stop again. He let her rest a moment, then began to rub her clit with his fingertips. She had so much built up sexual desire she felt she could cum at any second. He sensed it, and stopped again.

  She bucked. Her body felt like it was about to explode. She needed to cum so bad she reached down to touch herself. He pushed her hand away. She was close to tears. He rolled off her onto his back, grabbed her hips, and rolled her on top of him so she as sitting on his face. He pulled her down hard, his mouth and tongue pressed into her.

  She climaxed so hard she thought she was going to smother him. The orgasms she’d been denied hit her one after another, stacked one on top of the other. She ground on him, convulsing, moaning, grabbing his hair, drenching him. Finally, the shaking of her body began to subside as she tried to catch her breath.

  She turned around and saw his erection, large and firm, lit by the light of the glow sticks. She shifted around and fell on it, putting her mouth on him as she grasped the bottom of it with both hands. The head of his cock was smooth in her mouth, slippery with pre-cum. She tasted the salt water on his skin. His shaft was thick, with heavy veins running the length. She slid a hand down to his balls, caressing them. He was so big she could barely get more than the head of him in her mouth. She stroked the length of his shaft as she tried to suck him deeper.

  He let out sharp cries, his body tensing. His dick seemed to grow larger, pressing against the inside of her mouth. Sucking him as deep as she could, she jerked the bottom of his shaft with both hands. She could sense his orgasm just as it hit. As she continued to pump him, he cried out again, and great bursts filled her mouth. She could feel his orgasm pulse through her hand, as if coming from some deep source. She felt like she was holding a root that led to the center of him, to his very being, and as he released into her mouth, she felt as if he was transferring his life and spirit into her. She pumped, cum spilling out of her mouth and over her hands, lubricating him further. She stroked the last of him out, greedily taking all he had to offer.

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  The first rays of morning light were tentatively touching the ocean’s surface in metallic streaks as they pulled away from the island. He guided the boat back around the white cliffs, toward the pier. After they tied up, they went into the house and took a long shower together, then climbed into bed just as the sun was coming up. His bedroom had a wall of open windows, bathing the room in fresh ocean breezes. They slept for a couple hours, then made love again in the white, crisp sheets of his bed. Afterward, he made them a late breakfast of omelets, fruit, bread, and coffee, which they ate on the deck with Spidey watching them, happily chattering away from his tree.

  He was quiet as he rinsed the dishes in the sink. They both were thinking the same thing. “If we take the boat back, it will be faster,” he said, his back to her. “We save time.”

  “Save time? How much time?” she asked, standing at the kitchen counter.

  “Oh, maybe ten minutes.”

  “So, we have ten minutes,” she said. “Before we have to go?”

  “About. What do you say? Give or take… yes,” he said, drying his hands on a towel.

  “Ten minutes,” she said again, looking at him.

  “Um-hum.” He tossed the towel aside.

  Still looking at him, she unbuttoned her pants and pushed them down, along with the bikini bottoms she was wearing underneath. She slid them down to her thighs and turned around. “Ten minutes,” she said. He moved quickly to her. It was like flipping a switch. Terra had never known what it was like to have someone look at her with such lust and desire. His face was filled with need as he moved around the counter so he was behind her. She bent over, pushing her ass out, presenting it to him. She’d never done anything like that. In the broad daylight, exposing everything to him. Never had she acted so boldly. The excitement she felt from being so daring made her want him all the more. He pulled his shorts down. She lifted herself higher, on her tiptoes, dropping her head on the counter top. She needed no warm-up, she was ready for him now. She felt that just being around him put her in a constant state of excitement. She felt him push against her, then slide in. A familiar feeling now.

  Instead of the gentile, considerate lovemaking they’d done before, now he fucked her. With both hands on her ass, he moved in long, deep strokes, pinning her against the counter. The sounds he made excited her even more. He was grunting, like an animal, as if she’d awoken in him some prehistoric instinct. He didn’t vary the pace, only increased the speed, as if racing forward. He groaned loudly now with each thrust into her.

  She held the edges of the counter, giving herself over to him completely, taking pleasure in his frantic lust for her. He seemed completely lost in his desire, making guttural noises as he pushed into her in long strokes. He grabbed one of her shoulders as he ground against her. She had her cheek to the counter top, moaning, getting rocked forward and back with each thrust. He let out a loud, grinding wail. The animals and birds outside responded with a cry of their own. She heard her own voice in the chorus and realized she was yelling out as well.

  The orgasm hit her so hard it shocked her. She wasn’t expecting it. It was like getting hit by a truck. Her body shuddered and jerked as she came. At the same time, he held himself inside her, cuming, bursting in spasms. He pulled back, then thrust in again, held, and continued to release in her. Their orgasms blended together, into one extended pleasure they both fed on at the same time, gorging on the combined energy like a feast.

  Eventually, he collapsed on her back, sweaty and panting. The calls from outside died down. She didn’t want him to move. The weight of him on her seemed to keep the delicious feeling of their orgasm trapped inside her a few moments longer, moving through her like waves of vibrating, fluttering energy. Her body trembled as he spread his arms out over her arms, kissing the back of her neck.

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  It had been more than ten minutes. Terra called Vicky from the boat. “You’ll have to hurry,” Vicky said. “The airport cab will be here in about twenty minutes. I packed your stuff. Where are you now?”

  “On the boat.”

  “On the what? The boat? What the hell, girl?”

  “It’s alright. We’re right off shore. I can see our cabana from here.”

  Vicky went out to the deck. Sure enough, she could see a sailboat just outside the breakers. “Alright, just be careful. I’m not much of a swimmer, so don’t drown on me.”

  Terra put her phone in a sealed plastic bag and stuffed it in her backpack. Nik had just thrown the anchor over. He took her backpack and put it on. They grabbed hands and dove in. For Terra, wearing a bikini in the water now felt awkward, like it was somehow unnatural. “Pace yourself,” Nik said when they surfaced. “Just go slow and easy.” They swam for shore.

  The swim wasn’t the hard part. It was knowing what would come after it.

  When they made it to the cabana, Vicky was just coming in from outside. Terra could see the cab through the open front door. “Hello, Vicky,” Nik said. “Olla,” she said, tossing Terra a towel. “You have about two minutes. I left these out for you.” She indicated a pair of pants and t-shirt on the couch.

  “Thanks,” Terra said, toweling off and grabbing the pants.

  “I’ll be in the cab. Nice to see you again, Nik.”

  “You as well,” he said as she went out the door.

  Terra pulled on the t-shirt and stepped into sandals. She took Nik’s hand and led him out to the deck.

  Terra put her arms around him. “You’ll get wet,” he said as he embraced her. “It’s okay,” she said. Despite herself, she could feel her eyes welling up. Her hot tears were soon lost on his wet shoulder. He pulled back. His beautiful green eyes were swollen.
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  They looked into each other’s eyes, now a comfortable place for both of them. He broke from her eyes and looked out at the ocean, taking a deep breath. He turned back to her. “Are you a thief?” he asked her, as he pulled the medallion necklace over his head.

  “No.”

  “You lie,” he said, putting the necklace over her head and settling the medallion over her chest.

  “No. No, I don’t lie. I wouldn’t lie to you.”

  “You do lie,” he said, a hiccup in his voice. He took her hand and pressed it to his chest. She could feel his heartbeat. “Thief,” he admonished her with a whisper as he clasped her hand to his heart.

  She broke down, embracing him. “You have to go now,” he said, his voice hoarse. “Keep me in your heart.”

  “I will,” she said between sobs, letting him go. He turned toward the shore, and stepped off the deck. He walked stiffly toward the water, the only time she’d seem him move without grace. She watched, her hand on the medallion, as he walked into the water. The cab honked its horn as she watched him dive under the waves, returning to the watery Eden that he came from.

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  A preview of Part 2 of the Cancun Series, Return to Cancun

  Terra stretched, trying to look over the throng of people, wishing she was taller. Cancun airport was a swarm of humanity speaking different languages and all going in different directions.

  She had hoped he would be there waiting for her when she got off the plane.

  She got jostled by a boisterous group of boys wearing soccer jerseys and bouncing a ball between them as she wrestled with her shoulder bag, trying to find her phone. She wasn’t even sure which direction he would be coming from. She stood on a thermal seat and tried to look over the mass of people as they moved about like choppy water.

  Where was he?

  She had flown from Detroit to Los Angeles, then to Cancun. The flights had gone smoothly enough, but Terra was a wreck. Doubt had nibbled at her until it had fully taken root and spread. Was her time with Nik last summer a fluke? The whole way over she obsessed about it. They’d only spent one day together—not even twenty-four hours—and that was a whole year ago. What was she doing coming back here? Terra’s friend Vicky thought she was crazy. But there was a lot Vicky didn’t know.

  Last summer, when Vicky and Terra returned from their summer vacation, Terra was feeling sick. She thought at first it was something she ate, or maybe the sudden change in climate, going from Mexico back to Michigan. A few days later, she called Vicky, telling her she couldn’t eat. Vicky listened, then was silent. Rare for her. “Well?” Terra asked. “Oh, honey,” Vicky said softly, “you’re in love.”

  It seemed impossible, but Terra had nothing to compare it to. She’d never been in love, but she never imagined it like this. It was supposed to be a wonderful feeling, something blissful and romantic—not a non-stop stomachache. Not a feeling like she was constantly falling through the air.

  Weeks passed. She forced herself to focus on her schoolwork. Her sophomore year of college was much harder than her freshman year, plus she had taken on an extra class load, hoping to graduate early. Her advanced biology class alone felt like a full time job. Every night, no matter how late she finished studying, she would take out the medallion Nik had given her. As she traced her fingers over the face of it, she’d allow herself to drift back to the time they spent together. She could feel his body under her fingertips and see his beautiful green eyes. His smell. The deep sound of his voice. She’d take slices of the time they spent together and relive every second of it, trying to save the best parts to last, playing it like a movie. A movie she’d lived, felt, and breathed—but for such a brief period of time. She always fell asleep before getting to the end, waking up with an imprint of the medallion on her chest from pressing it against her heart.

  After a month, she realized she was getting worse, not better. If this was love, she wasn’t sure she wanted anything to do with it. There was a constant aching in her chest. She had to force herself to eat. She found herself crying at odd hours. The worst was at night, when her need for him was so great it would sometimes cause her to shake. She desperately wanted to feel his body, to feel the weight of him on her. To feel him penetrate her. She’d wrap herself around her pillow, imagining it was him, and sob into it. Sometimes she’d move her hand down and rub herself to a quick orgasm, crying right through it.

  She couldn’t share her feeling with anyone. Vicky might have understood, but Terra was embarrassed and pretended to be fine. In a desperate attempt to find relief, she mailed the medallion back to the dive school in Cancun where she first met Nik, with his name on the envelope.

  Three weeks later, it came back. With a letter…

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