“We’re so much alike,” she says.
“Thankfully not too much,” I say, looking down at her perfect breasts which are just inches from my eyes.
She laughs and then her hand pinches my side.
“That was the most incredible experience of my life, both physically and emotionally.”
“This is one hell of a connection,” I say.
“Is?” she says. “Are you still hard?”
“I’ve been hard since the moment I saw you, and that’s never going to change.”
“You don’t need a minute in-between?”
“Have you looked at yourself naked in the mirror lately?”
“Stop!” she says squeezing my cheek.
“Never,” I say, as I kiss her deeply and that fever pitch of need stays right with me, even after we’ve just joined as one.
Having her for the first time was incredible, but as I knew it would be the case it didn’t satisfy me in the slightest.
Now I only want her more, and I have to have her all the time.
“I’m going to slide off and get a glass of water.”
“Can you get three?” I ask.
“Two for you?”
“Two glasses of water and when you get back…right into round two.”
“Ding ding,” she says.
“I like the sound of that,” I say.
“And I like the sound of that growl you made when your seed first spilled inside me.”
“Oh it didn’t spill. I put it there on purpose, because now I know my true purpose.
“It may have taken me thirty-eight years to figure it out, but that’s because it took me thirty-eight years to meet you, as an adult at least.”
“And what is your true purpose, the adult me asks?” she says with a smile.
“To make a bunch of not adult you’s and me’s, and together we raise them into adults in a house full of laughter, love, and happiness.”
“I’m all in on that goal.”
“It’s not a goal,” I say. “It’s a promise…of forever.”
CHAPTER 9
Fiona
He quickly downs the two glasses of water in the time I finish one, and as soon as my hand places my glass down on the table his hand is wrapped around my wrist.
I look up seeing the fire in his eyes and know the intermission is over.
He lifts me, carrying me towards the patio doors. Cradling my entire body weight with one arm, his other arm extends and his hand slides open the glass.
I knew he was big, and strong, but we’re talking about freakishly strong here…and it looks like freaky time is about to begin.
He carefully lowers me. I feel my feet hit the ground, as the ocean breeze hits my face.
I look out across the expansive view, taking in the sight of the Atlantic and the other side of the island, where it wraps around from this angle, way off in the distance.
A flat palm finds the bottom of my tailbone and slides right up my spinal column, all nerves firing as my entire body arches into his touch.
My thighs shiver in pleasure as his hand continues up, finding my neck and massaging it right below my hairline.
I feel his warm breath on my back as he kisses me gently on my shoulder, just before his other hand slides in between my legs applying enough pressure telling me to spread my legs wider without him even saying a word.
His first two fingers find my clit, while his lips find every tense part in my upper back, kissing me as his fingers roll my nub gently around in-between the tips of his first few digits.
My hands grabs the cast iron railing as I push my ass back into him, feeling his still hard cock press against my back.
“I’d ask you where you want it, but I already know,” he says.
“Everywhere,” I tell him.
I should feel the chill of the hour, but I only feel heat ripple across my skin from head to toe.
He nibbles my earlobe and I moan, hearing a faint echo carry throughout the vast open space in front of us before it disappears into the darkness, but the feeling of his thick cock is nowhere near disappearing anytime soon.
His hand in-between my legs comes around my body, dragging across the skin on my hips and I feel my own wetness smeared across my skin.
“I’d cover you with my own, but that’s what we did when we couldn’t do the real thing. From now on I cover you from the inside,” he says, his hand reaching my front, finding my pussy, and rubbing in the perfect circle putting me on the brink already.
I feel the tip of his dick slide through my folds, lubricating him, but knowing his precome has already done the job for him.
“Hold on, beautiful,” he says, but my grip can’t get any tighter.
I feel his cock slide inside me, and this time I’m ready.
I use the railing as leverage as I push back against him, driving my ass into his waist as he buries his steel pipe deep inside me.
“You’re hitting my spot,” I say.
“I can feel it,” he says, as the crown of his cock finds my G-spot with each slow, deep thrust.
“Ready to pick up the pace?” he asks.
“Uh huh,” I moan.
“Good, because you bring out the animal in me and it’s the only way,” he says and I feel his hips slam into me.
My eyes close as I feel his girth throughout every nerve ending in my walls as he moves in and out.
I push harder with my body, praying this railing is prepared for what we’re planning to put it through, but if my first climax is any indication the feelings I’m feeling already tell me this isn’t going to take much time.
I moan loudly.
“Oh yeah, just like that,” he says as he slows his pace to speak, moving in and out of me so slowly, inch by inch, and then quickly resuming the persistence of his movements.
His hand knives in my hair and he gives it a light tug as his other hand comes down on my ass cheek, palming it, kneading it, and squeezing it tight.
I feel his chest on my back as he leans in close, and then his breath on my exposed neckline. “Mine,” he says, and then squeezes my globe even harder.
“I can feel you swallowing me up, beautiful,” he says, his mouth so close to my ear still. “I feel you opening for me, taking me, claiming me…every…fucking…inch.”
A growl rumbles through my own throat at his filthy worlds. “Yes,” I say, with a deeper tone than I even knew I had.
He picks up his pace. “Yes,” I say closer to my normal tone. I feel his balls slapping off my backside as he thrusts and suddenly they don’t and I know what’s coming next.
“Yes!” I scream, my breaths shallow. I scream it again and again and again, until I try again and the word won’t come out.
“Oh, fuck,” he moans and he thrusts and holds. I feel his pelvis rotate as he angles his hips so he can get as deep inside me as possible.
Then he moves in and out of me twice more and I feel his warmth enter me and it sets off a chain reaction, a tidal wave inside me that washes over and through me and then covers his cock.
My body spasms forward as my neck sticks out and I come up on my tip toes, but his hands grab my hips possessively as if I’m running away and he pulls me right back down his pole, throwing thick white ropes inside me.
“Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god,” I say feeling a second powerful wave right after the first and I unleash again.
My feet steady, but my thighs become wobbly and my knees weak, as I come down from my high.
He kisses my neck gently as a silent moan escapes my lips and just when I think I can’t stand up straight any more, his arms wraps around me, pulling me in close.
I release the railing and turn my body within his grasp, pressing my tits against his chest as I wrap my arms around him.
I don’t say anything, just feeling the safety of him holding me as I snuggle into him feeling his heartbeat right under my ear.
In a matter of seconds his heart goes from racing to a steady and d
eep thump-thump…thump-thump…just as I feel the tension in his muscles ease.
I feel a sense of pride knowing I was able to affect him so much, and I know he can feel my heartbeat as well, as his big body seems to make contact with so much of mine. He must have his skin on more pulse points than I can count, so he knows just how much he affected me.
The night is still young, and I know we’re just getting started.
The effects of this night will stay with me forever and always, but the question is what effect will it have when we eventually have to tell my dad?
I shelf the idea as he scoops me up again and carries me into the shower, feeling that he’s still hard just as he told me he always is when it comes to me.
CHAPTER 10
Fiona
We check out of the hotel at four in the morning, knowing we want to get back in our accommodation where dad is before the sunrises.
The plan is to at least get some sleep and to avoid getting caught before we have the chance to break the news to him.
Breaking the news to my dad on some small paradisiacal island in the middle of the ocean is less than ideal, not that this is going to be that much easier on the mainland.
As we get close to our place, Francisco wraps me up in his arms and pulls me in for a kiss.
“I wish we could have stayed in the hotel like this…you just holding me in your arms until the sunrise.” I say.
“You know I do too, beautiful. And we will in time, when the time is right.” he says.
“And when will that time be?” a voice rings out from a good thirty yards away.
My mouth falls open as my body pulls away from Francisco, my hand coming to my chest.
I gasp as I shuffle backwards, feeling my muscles become rigid.
My other hand reaches out for Francisco’s arm, but the only hand I can focus on is my dad’s.
He’s holding my swimsuit, the one I hid in my bag. It’s covered in Francisco’s seed and there’s no way to even think of pretending it’s not, or that my dad doesn’t know.
“How long have you two been planning this?” he says taking a step towards us, and then another and another. “Dad, I want to go sailing for my high school graduation gift,” he says mimicking a bratty and whiny girl’s voice. “No, you wanted me to fly you over here so you could have a fling right under my nose with some sailing stud, somebody I thought was my friend.”
“It’s not like that Frank,” Francisco says, putting his body in-between my dad’s and mine.
“Oh it’s not? Then what is it like, friend?” my dad asks as he’s almost to us now.
“It just happened by surprise, neither of us was expecting it.”
“A surprise, huh? Like this,” he says taking a swing at Francisco, but he raises his forearm and blocks it. My dad’s a big guy, but Francisco’s bigger, and there’s no way my dad’s going to take him down. No amount of rage can make up for Francisco’s size, strength, and most importantly his commitment to me.
“Let’s go, Fiona. We’re taking a ferry back to Lisbon and going home. And you can forget about studying over here. That’s over.”
I just stand there behind Francisco, not sure which way to go.
My dad is my dad, always has been and always will be and I love him.
But he’s acting crazy right now.
Not only that, but Francisco’s my future. I believe in him. I believe in us.
“I can’t, dad,” I say softly.
“What do you mean you can’t? I said let’s go, now let’s go!”
He turns and takes a few steps back toward our place but I don’t follow. When he stops dead in his tracks at the silence which confirms he’s the only one going anywhere I swear I can see his muscles flexing just before he spins around and stares me down.
“I’m not going.”
“You’re going.”
“I love him, and I’m staying.”
“I’ll give you one chance to reconsider and if you don’t, well…you’re on your own.”
I feel a tear roll down my cheek, but my dad’s vicious words only reconfirm my decision, not that I needed it. They certainly don’t do anything to make me reconsider, not that I would.
I know he’s angry, but still…he’s over the line.
I also know if I want to be treated like an adult I have to act like one, not like what most people expect an eighteen-year-old girl to act like.
It’s time to be an eighteen-year-old woman, and that’s exactly what I’m doing.
“I’m sorry,” I say. “I’m staying.”
My dad exhales hard and then huffs and puffs off back to the room.
“Come on Frank. Don’t do this.”
“Me don’t do this? You’re the one who did something you shouldn’t have done and you know it,” he says.
We watch as my dad enters our place.
“Should you go in there and stop him?” I ask.
“I know your dad. It’s not going to work. Approaching him now in that confined space is going to be like cornering a wild animal that’s injured and fighting for its life. It would only make things worse,” he says. “I wish I could, but he needs time to cool off, and I don’t want to get him even more fired up and then something even worse happen…something that can’t be fixed, ever.”
Francisco’s right. I’ve never seen my dad this way. Even when my mom passed he was different. Back then he was just really sad and acting very defeated for a long time, but never violent or angry at someone like this.
Less than three minutes later and the door comes flying open and my dad storms out.
There’s no question where he’s going. He’s headed right to the port to take a ferry back to Lisbon, just like he said he would…but without me.
We watch as my dad eventually just becomes a spec in the pre-dawn light.
“I feel terrible,” I say.
“You shouldn’t,” he says, hugging me. “I’m proud of you for acting like an adult, and in time your father will be too.”
“What do we do now?” I ask.
“All we can do is wait. We can’t control the things out of our control, no matter how much we want to.” Francisco pauses. “This might sound crazy, but technically we didn’t check out of the room. We just left the key in the room and left, the silent check out so to speak.”
“You want to go back after what just happened?”
“We can go back inside where there’s a bad vibe and bad feeling, or we can get our things, go back to the hotel and have them let us back in the room. We can just lie in bed, you in my arms, as we watch the sunrise on a new day, together.”
When he puts it like that it does make the most sense.
“Okay,” I say softly as I nod.
“Hey,” he says, placing his hands on my shoulders and looking down at me. “Things are gonna be alright. We just have to be patient.”
“I know, but I hate this feeling,” I say.
“I hate it too, but…”
I watch as a small smile overtakes his lips as he looks at me. “I heard what you said to your dad and I just want to let you know, the feeling is mutual. I love you too, I have since the moment I laid eyes on you.”
Just hearing that makes me feel a bit better already.
“And just as importantly I want you to know my love is unconditional. I’ll love you now, tomorrow, and until the end of eternity. We’re in this together, and together we’ll always be stronger, as one.”
I put my head on his chest and feel the warmth of his skin.
“Together as one,” I say.
“Always,” he says.
CHAPTER 11
Fiona
We extend our stay another night in the amazing hotel.
After sleeping in until past noon I feel much better, although I am still worried about my dad.
I know it’s not a problem for him to get back. We checked and saw there wasn’t a ferry back, but there was a budget flight on TAP airlines. No doubt my dad took that
and he’s back in Lisbon already.
Our tickets home aren’t for a few more days and when I checked the Internet all the flights back before then are sold out. There’s no way he’s going to fly to a neighboring country and then do multiple transfers to get home, just to get out of Portugal. It would wind up taking the same amount of time except he’d spend those days sleeping in airport lounges and not a proper bed. At thirty-eight years old multiple days of sleeping sitting up or in the airport aren’t an option, unless you’re Tom Hanks playing that guy in the movie The Terminal, based on the eighteen-year stay of Mehran Karimi Nasseri in Terminal 1 of Paris-Charles de Gaulle Airport.
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