"Your powers of foresight are amazing," I teased, reaching for the button on his shorts. "What about these?"
"You could probably drag these through a half mile of jungle and nobody would care," he said. He let me undo the button, then took my wrists in his hands, pulling them away gently. "Now, that wouldn't be fair. It’s your turn.”
I let Cam place my arms over my head and left them there while he lifted my t-shirt up and over my head. Desire sparkled in his blue eyes as he looked at me, and I felt sexy. I felt wanted. "Perfect."
"Hold on, big boy," I teased, reaching behind my back for the catch on my bra. "You're topless, shouldn't I be too?"
Cam’s hungry look in his eyes was all the answer I needed. I unhooked the catch and shrugged off my bra, holding my left arm across my breast as I handed it to him. "Souvenir?"
“Stop it,” I laughed and shook my head. "Go put it with your shirt, we should be at least a little neat."
I used the moment Cam's head was turned to sit all the way down without feeling like a goof while still keeping my arm over my breasts. He came back and saw me sitting with my legs crossed and leaning back on one elbow like some sort of pinup, grinning. "You don't have to pose for me."
"I know, but I like the way you look at me," I replied.
He nodded, and I uncovered my breasts, waiting for his reaction. Cam's smile as he looked at me when I lay back told me everything I needed to know. I hooked my fingers in my waistband and Cam reached for the zipper on his shorts. As I slid my panties down, he unzipped and let his shorts fall to his ankles, pulling his boxer-briefs along with them.
To say Cam was well-built was an understatement. His legs were just as well muscled as his upper body, defined but not overly bulky, strong but lithe. His hips and lower abs were rock hard and led to the long, semi-hard cock that dangled between his legs. It was like someone had read my mind for perfect length and girth and blessed it between his legs. I got to my hands and knees and crawled over to him, taking it him my hand without even thinking. "May I?"
"Please," Cam said, grinning at me.
I looked up at him, slurping the rapidly hardening head into my mouth and running my tongue over the velvety skin. He even tasted perfect, masculine without being overpowering, and I sucked more of him in, swallowing him deeper.
"Melina..." Cam groaned, stroking my hair out of my eyes as he looked down at me. "I...."
I pulled off and smiled, shaking my head. "Show me."
I laid back, opening my arms to him, who knelt down and laid beside me, kissing me again. His hard, wet cock nestled between my thighs and I clamped down around it, not to arouse him further but to keep it just where it was while we kissed more. Cam cupped my breast, his thumb playing over my nipple and sending sparks down below. "Cam...."
"Shhhhh," he whispered, leaning back and looking at me. He pulled his cock from between my thighs so he could kiss down my body, taking my left breast in his mouth and sucking. I was in heaven as his tongue teased and flicked over my nipple, my legs parting to let him adjust himself on top of me.
As he kissed over to my other breast, I started to see fireworks shoot across my vision. I grabbed his free hand and pulled it up higher, and he cupped my face, stroking and caressing me until I sucked one of his fingers into my mouth and licked it around like it was his cock.
He moved his other hand between my legs, teasing my labia with his finger while I sucked his finger. I caught on to what he was doing and smiled, licking up and down while he mimicked with his other hand down below, tracing my lips with his finger and gathering my moisture before rubbing in slow circles. I sucked him in deeply and he slid a finger inside me. I couldn't help it, I let go of his finger and cried out, relishing in the pleasure that I so longed for. Grabbing his hair, I pulled his head in between my breasts while he wiggled his finger up and down inside me. "Cam!"
He mumbled his reply, and if it wasn't that I could hear the air rushing in and out of his nose, I'd have worried I was smothering him, but instead of pulling back he started pumping his finger in and out of me, preparing me for the fuck of my life. When his other finger entered me I cried out again, pushing up against him as I felt myself enter a place I had never been before.
It wasn't an orgasm. This was different. It was something deeper, inside my mind or maybe my soul that opened up. I lifted his head from my chest and looked him in his eyes, and he understood my unspoken words.
He nodded silently, knowing what I needed. He pulled himself up back onto his knees, reaching over to his shorts and pulling out a condom, sliding it on adeptly. He took his cock in his hand and positioned himself, pausing as the tip of his cock just started to spread my lips open, and looked me in the eyes again. I smiled and wrapped my legs around his hips, urging him. "Take me."
Cam pushed in slowly, each inch lighting my body with excitement as he filled me perfectly. He even had the right speed, so that there was no pain at all, just warm liquid pleasure.
I felt him join me fully, his body meshing with mine, and I’d had enough with the gentleness. ”Give it to me, I can take it," I teased, stroking his hair with my fingernails. "I can see it in your eyes."
Cam's answering grin was just the first part, as he pulled back and thrust in again harder, his hips smacking against mine so hard that it startled me at first. I grunted in heat as his cock spread fire through my body, my muscles squeezing and trying to pull his perfect cock deeper. "Like that?"
I nodded, and he drew back, again and again pounding into me, my breasts quaking on my chest as he powerfully filled me. I thrust up into him, adding to the loving power of our sex. It was violently tender, the smack and slap of our hips mitigated by the explosions of pleasure inside me. Each hammering thrust of his cock built a ball of energy inside my body, seemingly centered just below my belly button.
The whole time, Cam's eyes were looking into mine, our smiles mirrors of each other as we pushed each other harder and harder, our breath tearing from our chests as we took and gave to each other with equal ferocity. It was passion and plunder at the exact same time, and I raced towards an explosion inside me.
My mouth fell slack as I lost control, knowing that even if I wanted I couldn't hold back any longer. “C . . . Cam, I'm . . .”
Cam's mouth crushed against me as I clenched and came around him, my body losing total control as shockwaves of pleasure exploded through me. Cam grunted as he thrust again, this time pounding and holding himself deep inside me until he reached his own orgasm. I clenched at his neck and head, our bodies claiming each other while my heart sang to the forest around us.
When it was over, Cam didn't roll off of me or get up like I'd expected him to do. Most of my former lovers didn't seem to like the feeling of sweaty skin against them as they tried to recover. But Cam was different. He didn’t seem to mind it, and he pulled his knees up to my ass so that he could keep some of his weight off of me. "You're amazing."
I kissed the tip of his nose and smiled. "I should be saying the same thing. I've never felt anything so intense.”
Cam chuckled and kissed me back. “It was powerful for me too.”
"It's the child-bearing hips," I joked, running my fingers up and down his neck. "They're good for more than some might think.”
"I can appreciate that," he said, shivering when I ran my fingernails over the spot along his spine where his neck joined his shoulders.
I laid my head back and looked up at the sky, praying that this moment would never end.
Chapter 10
Cam
The remaining days between the first time Melina and I made love and the Saturday luau were incredible. Thursday, rain showers kept us indoors almost all day, which was no problem for us as Melina happily accepted my invitation to my room. We ordered room service, watched On-Demand movies, and made love the entire day. I was sore and aching between my legs by the time I fell asleep that night, but still didn't want to stop.
Friday, Melina woke up in my arms, her hea
d resting on my bicep and my fingers of my right hand tingling from the loss of blood to the extremity. I didn't mind, considering the treasure I held there. Melina's eyes fluttered open and she smiled at me. "I must still be dreaming. I wake up and you're still here."
"Then we must both be dreaming because I'm not going anywhere," I said. "Well, except to the bathroom.”
* * *
Saturday morning, I woke up again with Melina in my arms, this time in her room, which was identical to mine other than the direction the windows pointed. This time, I was spooned behind Melina instead of us facing each other, and her wonderful backside was pressed against me in ways that soon had my cock hard and wanting more than just warmth.
"Mmmm, that's a hell of a way to wake a woman up in the morning," she cooed, wiggling her tush.
We lay there in each other's arms, kissing and enjoying the intimacy, my heart swelling with each little peck of her lips on mine. “This is like a fantasy,” she added.
I sighed, my train of thoughts turning toward the next day, when reality would once again horn in on our fantasy. Melina had to fly back to Ohio, and the very next day I had to start my return trip to New Mexico. She smiled her magical little smile and kissed me again. "None of that, mister. We’re going to make memories today that last a lifetime. Let's get a shower and breakfast."
I was only able to resist making love to Melina in the shower by jumping out before my hair was actually wet, yanking on some shorts and doing pushups in the bedroom while she finished. Melina came out just as I was finishing up, grinning down at me. "It's things like that I love so much about you. You make me feel beautiful without even having to say a word. Come on, Rocky Balboa, get up and let's get some food.”
After a light breakfast, just enough to tide us over until the luau, we walked up the mountain again, taking our time while we talked. Invariably, our conversation turned to back home. "So do you really enjoy teaching High School?" Melina asked as we strolled. "Especially English?"
"It's a lot of remedial work," I said, "with many of the kids coming from either homes that speak only Spanish or aren't very well educated to begin with. Lots and lots of broken grammar and even sometimes working on basic handwriting skills. But for all of that drudgery, there are a few kids every year that really shine."
"What about the basketball team?"
"Not much going on there,” Cam replied with a laugh. "We're a small school, so the JV team isn't much, we don't even have enough kids to be a full five on five practice, so we work with the varsity team. They're short-handed too, so anytime one of my kids even shows a glimmer of promise, he's up on the varsity sitting the bench and filling up a backup slot. It's actually a little frustrating. It might help the varsity in the short run but I think Coach is doing the wrong thing in the long run."
Melina nodded thoughtfully. "I'd like to see you coach some time."
"Me too," I said, taking her hand. "It feels strange, I've only known you a week, but it feels a lot longer, in a good way of course."
"Of course."
The day passed, and as the sun touched the far horizon, the luau started. We grabbed one of the woven mats that were spread out on the beach while the staff did their thing, topping the birthday party with a huge show. There were dancers of both Caribbean and Hawaiian styles, steel drummers, bands, and performers. And that was before they brought out the food.
"You know, I wonder if they ever forget where they bury the pig," Melina commented as she took a platter of pit-roasted pork. "What do you think?"
"I think whoever does that probably spends the rest of their shift digging up the beach to find it," I said, laughing while trying not to burn my fingers with the hot pork. "Imagine how long that could take."
Melina chuckled, and we spent the next hour and a half being entertained by the acts. I was only semi-surprised when she reached over and took my hand, entwining her fingers with me. "Thank you, Cam."
The music stopped, and the emcee announced a thank you and good night to the crowd. A lot of people got up and left, but we stayed where we were. The full moon was out over the water, giving us plenty of light and a view that was unparalleled.
"This has been the best week of my life," Melina said, her voice catching at the end. "I'm sorry, I know I've been the one to say that we shouldn't think about when all this ends, but I can't help it."
"I know," I replied, wrapping an arm around her shoulder. I thought about it and decided I couldn't help but say what I had to say. "Melina, I have something to say. Uhm, I know this sounds strange because we've only known each other for a week, but, well . . .”
"Yes?" she said, turning her beautiful face to me. I could see the unspoken words in her eyes, the question she wanted to ask but was too afraid to.
Though every fiber in my body told me this could be a mistake, I couldn’t help myself. “I think I've fallen in love with you," I said softly, stroking her cheek. "You're amazing, kind, funny . . . you're everything I've ever looked for in a woman."
Melina turned her face away from me and looked out at the ocean. She sat forward, leaning her elbows on her knees. I sat next to her, saying nothing, letting her process what I'd just said. It's not the sort of thing you expect to hear from a vacation fling.
Finally, just when I thought she wouldn't say anything and I'd have to break the silence before it became uncomfortable, she spoke, her eyes still fixed on the low hanging moon.
"When I came here, I didn't know what was next in my life. I'd lost my job, I hated everything about where I lived, and to be honest, I was pretty hollow on the inside. I was hoping this vacation could allow me to escape, but I never expected this.”
“When you came up to me on the beach that day, and since then I've felt better, felt more beautiful, more alive than I have in my entire life. Wednesday, when we made love on that mountain, it was the most amazing experience,” she said, her voice quavering. "This whole time, you've been an amazing man. I guess what I'm saying is, I've fallen in love with you too."
I slid behind her, taking her in my arms. "Then what's the problem?"
"The problem is that Lima is exactly one thousand six hundred and four miles from Truth or Consequences," she said, her voice breaking. "I looked it up this morning after breakfast on the lobby computer. Sixteen hundred miles. And I can't imagine us surviving sixteen hundred miles. No matter how perfect you are for me, we've only known each other a week. How can love survive that?"
I thought about it for a moment. "It doesn't have to, you know. Did I ever tell you about my parents?"
Melina turned and looked at me, curious. "No.”
I laughed softly and laid back on the mat, staring up at the sky. "My Dad was in the Air Force. He was an F-15 pilot, an Eagle Driver back when the Eagle was the hottest shit in the sky. Anyway, this was back when Reagan and Gorbachev were just sitting down to talk, and they were trying to do a lot of public affairs stuff about peace and cooperation, so he was invited to be part of some sort of air show. He was stationed in West Germany at the time, and he thought it'd be a lot of fun. Anyway, the event was to take place over the course of three days, in what was East Germany. Dad flew in, and the first thing he says he saw when he got out of his Eagle was this beautiful East German Lieutenant."
"Your Mom is German?"
I nodded. "Yep. She was the assistant public affairs officer for the East German Air Force, picked because she had perfect English. Anyway, over the course of three days they got to know a lot about each other, and I think from the way they told me about it, they fell in love back then. They couldn't stay together then, of course, it was the height of the Cold War, but they traded letters, heavily censored of course since he was American military and she was East German military.
Later on, though, Mom took a chance. She’d been assigned to be part of the security detail for Katarina Witt for the 1984 World Championships, which were in Ottawa. On the second to last night, right after Witt had been checked on, Mom supposedly went on a se
curity patrol with her partner. She rounded a corner and knocked out her partner, running away. Somehow she made it all the way to the US border without the Germans finding her. She had nothing but East German papers, her warm up suit that all the members of the athletic team were supposed to wear, and a phone number."
"Your dad?" Melina asked, and I shook my head.
"No, Dad knew that there'd be no way she could contact him there, he was in West Germany and would most likely have rotated back to the States. He’d given her his parent's phone number. The border patrol was willing to let her make the call, and Grandpa called Dad. The State Department got involved of course, but in the end, they agreed to give Mom refugee status, provided of course that she had family in the USA. So, Dad provided one and married her."
Melina sat there quietly for a moment, then turned and smiled. “That’s an amazing story. But you know, I’m not quite ready to get married yet. I mean, I haven't even met your parents."
"I know we’re not ready for all that yet, but what I am saying is that if my parents can get past the Iron Curtain, you and I can get past the Mississippi River."
Melina smiled and leaned over, kissing me. "Thank you. Now, I believe the proper thing to do now is to take me to your room and make love to me. Unless you want to right here on the beach."
"I think I'd prefer my room," I said. "Less sand in the butt crack."
Chapter 11
Melina
Despite the wonderful night of lovemaking and tenderness, Cam and I were still down as we had breakfast. The weather didn't help any, as for only the second day of my vacation it was cloudy and threatened to rain. Dark gray rolling clouds filled the sky as Cam carried my bags over his shoulder. "So I fly out of here tomorrow, and I'll be back in New Mexico by Tuesday," he said. "What about you?"
"I drove to Columbus for the flight to Miami to catch the seaplane. By the time I get there, it's going to be late, I have a long layover in Miami on the flight back. So I should be getting back to Lima tomorrow. After that, I don't know."
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