by Hazel Parker
I worked harder up and down his shaft, a little faster each time. I smiled at the noises he made as I lightly played around the head of him, before taking him deeper into my mouth, sucking in as much of him as I could.
“Oh, fuck… that feels amazing.” Marcus moaned. “Damn! You’re so sexy. Your mouth feels so good, I don’t think I can take much more!”
This time, though, his pleas fell on deaf ears. I was loving the feel of him in my mouth and savoring the power I had over him. I may have been on my knees but I was in charge. I alone could make Marcus feel pleasure or pain, I alone could make his brain fail and force his balls to shoot their hot seed right down my throat. I felt like a hot vixen, like a wild temptress, like a goddess.
His cock twitched in my mouth and, when I let him go, it stood up hard and proud, ready to explode. I slid my lips swiftly back over his smooth helmet, making him gasp and his whole cock jerk in my fist. I sucked him again, tasting him, sweet and salty at the same time, until he pulsed once more.
“It’s okay, baby,” I heard myself say, still holding him trapped in my hand. “I want it. Give me everything you’ve got.”
He was so hard in my mouth, like a stick of solid marble, and it felt like he was very close. No stopping now, I told myself, and stroked my lips up and down his shaft just a few more times, until he grunted, swore, and his thick cock throbbed against my tongue. I willed myself to hold him between my lips as he suddenly gasped, shuddered, and burst, firing wads of thick liquid into my mouth. Marcus roared. I rammed as much of him inside me as I could manage and kept swallowing until I was defeated, having to come up for air. Writhing in pleasure, Marcus reached down and clamped his fist around my hand, making me jerk his spurting cock hard and forcing more torrents of pure white come to fly out. A heavy jet landed splat on my breast, while the rest dribbled down his shaft and over our joined hands.
“Holy shit!” groaned Marcus. “Where did you learn that?”
I rolled onto my back next to him. I didn’t know just doing that could be so exhausting. I rubbed my hand in the sand, trying to wipe it clean. “Was it okay?” I smiled.
“Amazing.”
“In truth, I’d never really tried it before,” I confessed. I’d had my ex-husband in my mouth a few times, in fact, but he had always stopped me and switched to regular sex. I was grateful for that. I’d always been scared to find out what it tasted like.
“I’m honored,” he panted. “What made you try it now?”
“Just what you said about taking chances.”
Marcus laughed loudly and rolled around until he could pull me to him and kiss me on the mouth. I still had jizz on my chin and my breasts but he didn’t seem to care. I felt his sticky cock throb against me. Is he getting hard again already? I wondered. I really hoped so.
Before long, Marcus got up and suggested we go and swim in the black sea. He sprinted toward the waves, shouting for me to follow him in. I had to take a nervous look back toward the resort. When I felt reassured that they were far enough away there was no chance we’d be seen, I bit the bullet and ran into the surf after him. He held his arms wide for me and I ran into them, the ocean splashing warm up my legs. He scooped me up and we kissed, before he took us both down into the shallow water. I shrieked with laughter as the sea washed over us, soaking my hair. We rolled around together, kissing and fondling until Marcus wound up above me, staring down at me almost naked beneath him. My hungry pussy throbbed as he devoured me with his eyes, his cock hard again against my stomach. As fun as taking him in my mouth had been, I desperately needed to feel him inside me.
“Finally, we’re here for real,” he said, lowering himself down on me to take a hot, aching nipple into his mouth.
“What do you mean,” I gasped as he nibbled on my breast, tugging on the invisible thread that seemed to connect directly to my throbbing clit.
“I’ve been wanting to try sex on the beach with you since I first bought you one.”
My laughter quickly turned to pleasured moans as he kissed his way down my stomach, pulling down my bikini bottoms, and quickly settling his mouth between my thighs. I lifted myself up for him, inviting him to lick me more intensely, which he did. I was so turned on. My pussy was almost gushing onto his tongue as he ate at my clit, and I struggled to keep my hips still. I had my hands in his hair, pulling at him as I felt my climax about ready to explode out of me. He forced his mouth on me harder, his agile tongue licking, flicking and probing until I couldn’t stop myself from crying out.
“Oh fuck! Oh fuck!” I heard myself wail, toppling over the edge. My body rocked, jolted, and went into spasm as deep thrums of ecstasy throbbed out from my quivering clit to every part of my body. I held him hard against me, grinding my trembling pussy against his eager mouth, until I could stand no more. “Stop! Stop!” I pleaded. “Fuck me! Please just fuck me, Marcus!”
He pulled himself up until I felt the end of him pressing against my waiting hole, then cried out again as he rammed himself into me. He went so deep on the first thrust, my orgasm just kept flowing. My skin was buzzing, every nerve ending tingling, as I continued to be pummeled by wave upon wave of frenzied pleasure. He kept hammering his solid shaft into me, over and over, with no sign of stopping, and I just kept coming. My mind was filling with lights, my vision was blurring. I barely noticed the water that lapped against our bodies anymore. I could feel nothing but the insatiable crashes of pleasure ripping through me, and Marcus’s amazing cock piercing me relentlessly.
I barely registered it as he lifted me up so I straddled him as he sat in the surf, bouncing me on him. My moans just joined into one long scream as he thundered in and out of my pulsating pussy at incredible speed, before, after what seemed like hours, he began swearing as well. He suddenly froze, completely still, grunting madly as I wildly fucked myself on his hard tool, until I felt him finally erupt inside me. I collapsed on him, groaning softly as I felt him fill my willing sheath with his thick, hot load.
My senses began to return and my breathing calmed a little, as the pulses of his orgasm slowly died away. My quaking walls still held him tight, as though they were trying to squeeze every last drop of him into me, so I could take at least some of him with me when I left.
“Jesus,” Marcus panted.
I couldn’t help it. I felt the first tear roll down my cheeks just as the first sob escaped my lips. I buried my face in his neck. “I’m sorry,” I breathed. “I can’t believe I’m never going to see you again. I’m sorry to sound like a clingy little girl.”
“Hey, beautiful,” he whispered, coiling his arms around me and holding me closer. “You’re going to be fine. We knew we only had this week but, I hope, we both get to take away some wonderful memories, right?”
“Right,” I tried to smile. “And I want to thank you, so much, for making this such an amazing time for me.”
“Trust me,” he grinned, “It was my pleasure.” We kissed, long and hard. “Anyway, who says it has to be over just yet?”
He gently flexed his hips and I gasped to feel him still hard inside me. “Really?” I couldn’t believe he was already able to go again. He answered me by kissing me and sliding his way in deeper, forcing me to moan softly into his mouth, as my pussy throbbed back to life and that warm, tingling feeling of pleasure radiated back through me once more.
Chapter Ten
Once we’d made love on the beach twice more, we gathered our scant clothing and went back to his room. He took me again, on his huge bed, before we both fell into a deep sleep.
I awoke again as the sun came in through the curtains. I didn’t disturb Marcus this time; I just slipped out of his arms, dressed and left. I didn’t want to add anything to the goodbye we’d said last night. It was perfect and I wanted to leave it that way. I knew he’d understand.
I felt a little self-conscious doing the ‘walk of shame’ in only a bikini and sheer wrap but, thankfully, there was hardly anyone around to see. I was able to sneak back into my room aga
in, saying a silent prayer of thanks that Ruby slept like a log. I climbed into the clean, pristine white sheets and luxuriated in the feel of them against my skin. I still felt as though every fiber of my body was humming in joy. I felt so relaxed, so calm, and so, so satisfied. Everything looked and smelled fantastic. I drifted back to sleep wondering how long this feeling would last.
Ruby and I both woke up about the same time and quickly realized we didn’t have long before breakfast was done. We hurried into our clothes and rushed downstairs, where May and Daphne were already eating.
“Here,” said Daphne, passing us both tall, orange glasses.
“Thanks Daph, but I’ve got some grapefruit juice,” I said.
“Oh, it’s not all juice,” she smiled. “These are celebration mimosas.”
“Booze? At this time of the day?” I asked.
“Absolutely,” Daphne wiggled the glasses. “We have to mark our departure and they’ll help the journey home go easier.”
“I can’t believe it’s been a week already,” May moaned.
“I know,” agreed Ruby. “It went by so quickly. But at least we know someone had a good time.” She sipped her mimosa and looked sideways at me.
“Don’t start, Rube.”
“In fact, I’m pretty sure it was multiple, multiple ‘good times’.”
We had to check out at twelve and get straight to the airport, so we disappeared upstairs after a quick breakfast to pack our bags. I got downstairs first and was checking us out, handing back mine and Ruby’s keys, to save time, when the receptionist handed me another note. I looked it over as I held it in my hands. It said: Read me on the plane. A happy smile crept across my lips as I realized it had to be from Marcus.
Something felt strange as we rode the bus to the airport. I couldn’t put my finger on it, but there was definitely something in the atmosphere. We pulled up at the door to departures. Nicholaas got out to open the doors and help us out, before unloading our bags. I almost missed it but, as he handed Ruby hers, I looked over just in time to see them kiss quickly, but passionately, before she turned and joined us.
“What?” demanded Ruby when she realized I’d seen her kissing our bus driver. “I’m being judged by you for hooking up with a random resort employee? Blow me.”
I put my arm around her as we walked side by side, and placed a smiling kiss on her cheek.
Even though it meant I’d have to listen to an X-rated account of exactly what they did, I had to tell the other girls what I’d found out. We all had a great laugh about Ruby and Nicholaas in the bar of the departure lounge. And that wasn’t all. I wasn’t aware how much I’d missed during all that time I’d spent with Marcus. I regretted none of it, but hearing about May managing to spill one of her cocktails all over the crotch of a stern and very married man at the resort one night, and missing Daphne’s drunken and heartfelt karaoke rendition of Puff the Magic Dragon at a club in the town, among many other highlights, made me wish we’d spent a little more time together. In next to no time, though, we had to board.
Back in first class, the girls were all in deep conversation. I, on the other hand, settled into my seat with a glass of champagne and Marcus’s note. I made a vow to spend the next two months alcohol-free. I opened the letter, my hands shaking very slightly. I read:
Dear Sarah,
I just wanted to let you know you are a beautiful, desirable, and an amazing woman that any man would be lucky to have in their lives. I am so grateful you allowed me to get to know you and for all the time we got to share together. I will always cherish it.
I know neither of us is looking for a committed relationship but a part of me can’t help but wish we had met under different circumstances. Circumstances where we might continue to see each other. In the unlikely event that I’m ever in Kansas City, I sincerely hope you won’t be offended if I look you up.
In the meantime, I wish you all the very best and hope you do find a guy that will treat you like a princess, as you deserve.
Love,
Marcus
I felt a tear well up at his words. I was going to miss him, but our time together would stay with me always.
“What’s up baby, everything ok?” Ruby asked, looking concerned at my apparent distress.
“Yeah Rube, I’m good,” I sniffed and smiled. “I got a letter from Marcus. Here.” I handed it over for Ruby to read.
“Wow baby, that’s lovely,” Ruby smiled, handing the note back. “I’m glad he was such a nice guy, not the usual type of man you meet at resorts. They’re just usually into one-night stands. You were so lucky.”
“Yeah, I was, wasn’t I?” I agreed.
“And you deserved it,” Ruby’s face broke out into a cheeky grin. “At least those cobwebs are well and truly blown away now.” I gasped and smacked Ruby on the arm. “I mean it! Everyone has to stop whacking me!”
I felt like I was at sea, being tossed about on a ship in a storm. Then I felt like I was sinking. The boat I was on began plummeting down into the icy depths, until it hit the ocean floor with a thud that made everything rattle.
“Home already!” Ruby’s smiling face woke me up and I realized we were about to land.
After the long flight, it was dark as we disembarked. It being so late, we were able to breeze through customs and baggage claim, and out into the chilly Missouri night. The shuttle was there though, to ferry us safely home. First to be dropped off was Daphne. The shuttle stopped by the foyer of her apartment building.
“Bye girls! It was an amazing holiday, wasn’t it?” she smiled.
We all agreed. “What about that guy? Are you going to see him again?” asked Ruby.
“What about Nicholaas?” Daphne countered.
“Drunk!”
“Slut! Love you all!” she blew us all kisses as she finally climbed out. We watched her disappear inside, with her cases, as we pulled away.
My house was next. I was so excited to be home, it seemed to take an eternity for the bus to pull up to my driveway. I turned in my seat to hug and kiss May and Ruby goodbye.
“Thank you so much,” I whispered to them. “If you guys hadn’t kept pushing, nothing would have happened to me. I don’t deserve friends like you.”
“We love you, Sarah darling,” May whispered.
“Maybe you’ll listen to me sometimes and stop whacking me?” Ruby smiled.
“Maybe.” I climbed out and accepted my bag from the driver. As the bus pulled away, I watched the two women hanging out the window and making silly faces at me. “Love you!” I called, waving them out of sight.
I went inside, dropped my bags and flopped down on the couch in my lounge. Everything was exactly where I’d left it. Home sweet home, I thought to myself. It was good to be back, although I missed Aruba already. I allowed myself a little smile as I thought about Marcus. I began to tingle as I remembered him touching me.
The next morning, I was up early and ensuring the house was ready for the children to get back. I cleaned everything that was already clean and then headed to the store to get some groceries. After hiding everything away, I’d put on some coffee when the doorbell rang. So excited, I practically ran to the door and opened it.
“Mommy! We missed you!” both Samantha and Henry shouted in unison, wrapping their arms around me.
“Oh! I’ve missed you both so much!” I planted a kiss on each of them and they both ran inside. “Go and take your bags to your rooms. I’m going to make some grilled cheese and I want to hear about everything.”
“Hey,” Josh was by himself at the door. “How was your ‘girls only’ holiday?” he asked.
“It was really nice, thank you. Had heaps of fun with the girls,” I replied, feeling like all the naughty things I’d done with Marcus were written all over my face.
“Well, you look amazing. Like you’re really relaxed and refreshed,” he replied.
I smiled to myself again. “Thanks Josh. Your tan’s not looking too bad, either. How were the kids?”
“They were great. We had so much fun.”
“That’s good,” I nodded. “I just put on some coffee. Do you want to come in for a cup?” I asked him. It seemed only polite.
“That would be nice but I should get going,” he smiled. “We have a load of shopping to do, restocking the refrigerator and cupboards. I can’t believe how much Henry can eat now! Those kids cleaned out the house.”
We both laughed at that before Josh said goodbye and headed off. I closed the door and turned toward the kitchen. Back to being a mother I thought. I hadn’t walked three steps before the doorbell rang again. I returned and opened it again to ask Josh what he’d forgotten. A man I’d never seen before was standing there.
“Sarah?” he asked.
“Yes, that’s me.” I told him, still holding the door.
“These are for you,” he said, opening a large box at his feet. He lifted out the most beautiful flower arrangement I’d ever seen. Sunflowers, peonies, roses, and a whole load more stems I didn’t recognize.
“Wow, they’re gorgeous. Are you sure you have the right house? Who are they from?” I asked him.
“If you’re Sarah Saunders, they’re for you. There’s a card is inside. Sign here, please?”
He smiled a goodbye as I signed his paper. I took the flowers inside and set them down on the kitchen bench to find the card. I opened it up, my heart skipping a beat as I read:
To my dearest Sarah,
You recall I said, ‘If I’m ever in Kansas City’? Well, guess where I’m going to be working starting a month from now?
I’m aching to see you again.
Love Marcus xxx.
THE END