Going to the Chapel

by Adriana Locke

  “For both of us then,” I say, attempting to rein in my excitement.

  “I like that. I don’t want to be taken to your go-to seduction site.”

  I’m taken aback by her comment. “I don’t have a go-to seduction site. That’s not my style.”

  “Good answer,” she says lifting an eyebrow.

  The twinkle in her eyes and the set of her grin gives me ideas. I take her face in my hands and give her a small kiss. We part for just an instant and then it’s on. We devour each other. They’re real ones this time, nothing veiled in a friendly hello and nothing held back. My pulse quickens with the feel of her tongue. My fingers wrap around the back of her delicate neck, and my lips move to kiss it. She smells like a night-blooming flower. And all I want to do is fuck her. I don’t care that I hardly know anything about who she’s become. What I see and feel here is enough.

  Leaning into my ear she murmurs, “I always wanted you to do that. And more.”

  My god. Chills.

  I don’t know if I’ve ever driven faster. Fifty miles in forty minutes, which is unbelievable for the roads we travel. About mile thirty she put her hand on my neck and ran a finger under my collar as we talked. I got lost in the sensation, and my words came to a halt. I could only concentrate on the sensation.

  Now with a few miles to go, I’ve upped the ante with my hand on her leg. I want to touch her so badly.

  In an unbelievably sexy move, she slightly opens her legs then looks up at me with a playfully innocent expression. I’m captivated. She takes my hand and slowly pulls it up her thigh. She’s self-assured and strong in such a feminine way, and it’s turning me on. She looks like Tinkerbell and thinks like Wonder Woman.

  I’d like to rip her clothes off right here. My dick is as hard as an anvil and obvious as hell pushing up against my pants. She reaches over and skims the outline.

  “Oh god,” I say quietly as I lift my hips toward her hand and just for a moment close my eyes…

  HONK!

  “Shit!” Zarah screams as we barely avoid being crushed by the truck coming toward us.

  I swerve back into my lane. In the heat of the moment I thrusted my arm out trying to protect her, but accidentally bumped hard against her breasts.

  “I’m so sorry! Scusami!” I say, pulling over to the side of the road.

  Her eyes are wide with fear and her lips are snapped shut. Then we start laughing. It’s just a scared chuckle at first, but it builds to an uncontrollable tear-making laugh.

  “You almost killed us!”

  “That would have really pissed me off,” I sigh, leaning my head back against the seat.

  “That the last thing you did would be dancing with a semi truck?” She giggles.

  “No. That I never got to find out how it feels to be in your bed. I think I could die a happy man after that.”

  3

  Zarah

  “Signor Dragoni…” is about all I understand. They’re talking too fast for my limited command of Italian. But the manager’s body language and Fig’s obvious pleas not to be cock blocked are clear. The men are the same height, but Fig’s body has twice the strength of the skinny man’s. Their hands know the same language, gesturing in the air, explaining their sides of the story.

  In a final comment, the manager puts his palms together, shakes them and looks heavenward. Fig’s wide shoulders drop in defeat.

  Turning to me with his mouth set in a hard line, he shakes his head.

  “So, I take it we got the Presidential Suite,” I tease.

  “Not quite. My reservations for two king rooms aren’t until tomorrow. The hotel’s booked tonight, except for a small room with one double bed. And that won’t be vacant and cleaned for another few hours.” He looks at his watch. “It’s three now. We should just head for the next town. I’m certain I can find something deserving of you.”

  He sounds so frustrated. So am I.

  “Or we could stay here and play it as it comes. I’ve never slept in a double bed.”

  The corner of his mouth turns up. “Sleep? I’m not sure either of us are going to get any sleep in any bed in any hotel.”

  I lean in close to his ear and sigh, “Let’s go into the pools then. I don’t want to wait any longer. Do you?”

  A sound barely heard slips from his lips. It’s a half moan.

  He turns and takes ahold of my hand. He’s talking to the manager again. I’m fairly certain telling him we’ll be taking the small accommodations. Meanwhile we’ll be in the Hot Springs feeling each other up. Maybe he left that part out.

  “Come on. This way,” Fig says leading me to the side door.

  As we walk out, there’s not only the parking lot, but a cobblestone path leading to the front of the hotel. Halfway there I notice the sky is darkening and the wind has whipped up. It lifts a thick piece of his hair and settles it on his forehead. That one out-of-place detail sets me on fire. I stop walking. When he locks eyes with me I see a flash of desire. We go at each other like two horny teenagers.

  Taking my hands, he raises them above my head pinning me against the stucco wall. His kisses begin on my lips then move to the neck. Then he starts kissing my breasts and sucking them, right over the silky fabric of my top. I almost melt in a puddle at his feet. God! What a sensation. My nipples pop out in response. I feel the tender bites. For the first time I see the hidden side of Fig. Part animal, all man and absolutely void of shyness when it comes to sex.

  My hands are released, and he leans his on either side of me. His forehead rests against mine.

  “Touch me.” He says it so softly as if it’s a prayer.

  I wrap one hand gently around his neck and bring my lips to his. Our tongues search for every bit of sexual gratification they can find. Very slowly my other hand trails down the front of his shirt. My fingers dancing across his nipples, over his stomach and to the waistband of his pants. I feel him grow against me as I lay my hand over his impressive package.

  “I can’t wait,” I say against his lips. Tucking my hand inside I touch the head of his cock that lifts for me.

  Fig dips his chin and takes in a breath. He pumps for me to go deeper, grab the shaft, do more.

  “Take it!” he orders.

  Then the door squeaks open and we hear the laughter of two women about to walk outside. Fig and I regain our posture one second after I pull my hand from his pants. Trying to look nonchalant, we start talking just as the two bathers come into view.

  “So, we’ll change into our swimwear.” I may have said that a little too loudly.

  “Good,” he says looking at my boobs and sending some sort of secret message with his frown, pointed stare and the nod of his head.

  I look down at the two wet spots from his sucking fest. My nipples are still erect.

  “Oh shit.” I cross my arms over the offense just as the women pass.

  “Good afternoon,” I say looking as guilty as I am.

  “Apparently!” the older one answers with a knowing smirk. Her friend let’s loose with a loud laugh.

  Fig is busy angling his erection away from the bathers’ sight line. As soon as they pass and round the corner of the building, we burst out laughing.

  “If we get arrested for indecency I’m going to blame you,” Fig says trying to tame his stiff cock.

  “If we get arrested, you’ll be charged with concealing a weapon. A big nightstick,” I laugh.

  The frown line between his brows softens. “I like how easy it is to be with you. Nothing changes your mood.”

  “There’s nothing at all wrong with today. My mood is because of you.”

  He looks at me and a smile lights his face. “I feel the same, Zarah.”

  We walk to the car and he pops the trunk, and we find our swimwear. Mine is three triangles of turquoise, and it fits in my palm. When he eyes it he bites the knuckle of his index finger, which makes me laugh.

  “Would you like to change first?” he offers politely.

  “I apprecia
te your being a gentleman,” I say smiling. “But wouldn’t it be more fun to change together?”

  Now he’s biting his lip. “That’s a much better idea.”

  Walking toward the changing booths, he takes my hand in his. It feels like the first time a man has ever held my hand.

  “They’re supposed to be right around the building here,” he says.

  When we round the corner I’m hit with a breathtaking sight. Wide rushing waterfalls tumble from a dormant volcano high above, into tiered sapphire blue pools. Each can hold at least thirty people comfortably. The top tiers are the most crowded as they’re closest to the falls. The bottom few are less popular, and the water is still.

  “Isn’t it magnificent?”

  “All I’m interested in is looking at you,” he says.

  He grabs the door of a booth just as a man is exiting. “Grazie.”

  Letting me pass he shuts the door behind him. Music plays over the loudspeakers outside. Lara Fabian sings and it’s accompanying our mood. It’s a small space with two rusted hooks on the back of the door and a timeworn bench to sit and remove your shoes.

  “This was obviously meant for one skinny swimmer. It may be tight,” I say with a raised eyebrow.

  “I like tight.” A muscle in his jaw twitches and then his eyes lower to my body.

  “Well then, you’re gonna love me,” I tease.

  His head raises, and we lock eyes.

  “I think I always have,” he says.

  I know he’s joking, or caught up in the passion of the moment, but he’s not laughing. I decide to ignore his comment because to even entertain the thought he’s serious is too crazy.

  He faces me without the pretense of looking away and begins to undress. Our bodies so close to each other we’re touching. It’s possible to move apart a few inches, but why? We go slowly. And we kiss. So many kisses. Deeply, tenderly and for me with an emotion I’ve never felt before. Passion has been elevated to include a magical state of being. I always thought the idea of falling for someone sounded sort of boring. What a flippin’ fool. Nothing routine here.

  He unbuttons his shirt. I feel his knuckles against my chest as he undoes each one, down the center where they stop inches away from my pussy. When he opens it I catch myself holding my breath. His chest is hard and golden, stomach flat and toned. Then he takes it off and grabs ahold of my hands and places them both on his beating heart.

  I have no smart remarks to make. The man is stealing my words.

  He chuckles at my stare. “Let me help you get started,” he says, unzipping my pants.

  I lift my top over my head and look him in the eye. But it’s not my eyes he’s gazing at. He runs a finger over the edges of my cups and kisses the flesh that rises with my breath. His hands reach around to the back of my white lacy bra, and he unhooks it. I’m small breasted, but it’s kind of a point of pride for me, because they’re well shaped and my nipples are prominent and rosy. I know they’re hard.

  His fingers grasp the shoulder straps and bring the bra down and away.

  He looks up into my eyes first, and then directly at my breasts that graze his chest. I hear his intake of breath.

  “Bellissimo. Cosi bello, Zarah.”

  Taking me close with one arm around my waist, his hand finds my nipples. He puts them in his mouth, each one having their turn. Ohhhhhhhh. I feel the hard cock against my belly, pushing, straining to meet me.

  “My dick’s about to erupt,” he says under his breath.

  I don’t hold back from kissing those lips of his that are so close to mine. Then I purr into his ear. “Unzip. Let me have a preview.”

  It’s just a beat before he looks back into my eyes, smiles, bites his lower lip and unzips. I’m wet with anticipation. He unbuttons the one button holding his pants together. It’s almost unbearable feeling him against me as he strips.

  “All for you,” he says.

  I gaze down as he lowers his pants and shorts in one smooth movement. Holy shit. It’s a thing of beauty. Rock hard, thick and sized just right for me. I like a challenge. It presses against me, poking my belly.

  “Touch me,” he commands.

  My fingers reach for his cock and encircle the warm masterpiece. Veins run a course around and up to the tip.

  “Jesus. Oh God,” he gasps looking heavenward.

  I bend over as best I can and place my lips on the head. I kiss it. My tongue teases it.

  We’re interrupted by the banging on the booth door and the Italian voice telling us to hurry things up. I feel Fig’s strong hands on my shoulders.

  “Let’s hurry and get into the water.”

  He answers the intruder with a sharp retort. I have no idea what was said, but the angry man is silent.

  There are no more words exchanged as we continue undressing. It’s all visual. He steps out of his pants and his eyes haven’t left mine. He smiles as I remove my shoes and pants then do a slow turn so he can check out what’s going on behind me. I may have small breasts, but I’ve got a solid round booty. All my hiking has paid off.

  Before I make the complete turn, he spanks my cheek. Then I feel lips kissing away the sting.

  “This ass is magnificent,” he says holding both arms out and palms up. “I want to worship it.”

  “Well, let’s get in the pools and get to it,” I say.

  4

  Fig

  Zarah had to walk in front of me all the way from the booths to the third pool. Hiding my erection was our goal. Although being that close to her perfect ass did nothing to quiet this man’s hard on. It was funny because we had to take small unnatural steps to stay close enough. She stopped abruptly to let someone pass, and I smashed right into her. I laughed when she said I could stab somebody with my hard cock.

  A light rain has been falling and it’s turned the solid path to the pools into a muddy mess. Rocks, twigs, slippery muck make for an interesting walk for the bathers to navigate.

  Since we joined them, the crowd has thinned. We’re afloat among only thirty or so other bathers in the entire Springs. Only four are in our pool.

  It’s hard to look away from her graceful form in that blue bikini. And a few minutes back, when she flipped over for the first time and her ass poked out of the water, my dick jumped. What a grand thing it would be to motorboat those apple-shaped cheeks. I’m imagining it now.

  Holding up her body as she floats on her stomach, no one can see that my right hand is underwater, inside the bottom of her swimsuit. I’m rubbing her pussy.

  The darkened sky can’t hold back the torrent any longer and the rain suddenly begins to fall in sheets. Mud along the steep pathway is getting looser and starts a downhill slide. People in every pool move to make their exits. All four of our fellow bathers are climbing out. But not us. Zarah’s getting close to coming. I’ll stay through a monsoon if need be.

  “Holy hell. Don’t you stop, Fig,” she pleads.

  Her ass is rising and falling in tiny pumps, barely visible to anyone but me. It makes little waves in the pool. But with the wind and rain I don’t think anyone is able to tell. My middle finger is moving in gentle circles right over her clit, while my dick is begging for relief. I hear the first roll of thunder above me then a shattering crack of lightning. It’s followed by Zarah’s orgasm.

  “Ohhhhhh yeah!” she screams.

  Oh, mio dio. Even in this weather I feel a flush creep up my face. More than a few of the people climbing the muddy pathway hear a woman’s scream and turn. There’s a variety of expressions. Surprise, envy, disgust. One man’s laughing and giving me a thumbs up.

  She loves a good storm, is all I can think of calling to our uninvited audience.

  Zarah takes my hand away and flips over. There’s a wide smile on her beautiful face.

  “Spectacular! Stupendous!” she says with her version of an Italian accent.

  Taking my face in her hands she brings me to her lips. Legs wrap around my waist. I could kiss her for hours if it wasn’t
that I want to do so much more.

  “Senore Dragoni!”

  I hear my name called over the rain and wind. The hotel manager is standing at the top of the path, trying to control the umbrella he’s holding. He’s motioning for us to get out of the pool.

  “Maybe our room’s ready,” Zarah says.

  “God, I hope so. Let’s go.”

  We make our way to the edge of the pool. I climb out and extend my hand to lift her.

  “Be careful, it’s slippery here,” I warn.

  “Don’t worry. I’m good at this kind of thing.”

  I get her in a standing position. For about two seconds. Her foot slips and she goes backwards. Grabbing my arm for support, we both fall back into the water.

  “I’m sorry!” she says with her charming laugh.

  I slick back my hair and start laughing. “Let’s give it another try.”

  So we do, and we’re successful this time. But it’s freezing out of the ninety-nine degree pools. The wind and rain whip our skin, and I see goosebumps spread over her body. Her stupendous nipples could cut glass.

  “Take my hand!” I say loudly.

  “What?” she says cupping her ear.

  I put her hand in mine and hold tight. We start uphill. We’re the only people still out here now. Almost every step is a battle. It’s a muddy and cold mess of a climb. But with her it feels like one of the best days of my life. We’re almost to the top, just three steps away when we slip. We go down hard, and the river of mud takes us back about fifteen feet.

  Zarah’s laughing so hard tears are welling in her eyes. I start laughing too. Our bodies are covered in mud. Her white hair is caked. She wipes the tears from her cheeks, but all it does is leave a muddy streak across the one place that was still untouched. I laugh.

  She picks up a fistful of mud and slings it at me. Landing on top of my head, the pile of goo slides down and onto my chest. I start coming for her. Attempting to avoid me, she only slips and slides further. Her feet and hands are moving, but the rest of her stays in place. I roll on top and easily pin her down. Holding both her hands above her head I gather a handful of mud.