“No fair,” she admonished. “If I’m butt naked, then you have to be as well.”
He chuckled. “Your wish is my command.”
Before he could strip out of his clothing, she was at his side, disrobing him. She took her time, peeling away his shirt and kissing the flat nipples on his firm pectoral muscles. He sucked in a breath as she licked his salty flesh. His body was gorgeous.
“What’s your fantasy, Roque?”
He growled with pleasure. “You.”
“Hmm…you have me here. What are you going to do with me?”
“Fuck you, hard.”
He pulled her into the shower with him. Hot needles of water sprayed over her body. Ooh, this felt so good. She loved shower sex.
Roque grabbed a bar of soap and began lathering her body. The erogenous way he stroked her skin with the soap made her nipples hard. He took his time, his big hands soaping her smooth skin, creating big filmy bubbles everywhere.
“You’re doing a great job with that soap. Too bad I’m just going to get dirty again.”
Roque slid his tongue inside her mouth. He cupped her ass and slid the bar of soap over her buttocks.
“Umm,” she moaned into his mouth. “Don’t stop.”
“I don’t plan on it.”
He turned her around so her back was to him. She braced her hands on the shower wall as he continued to lather the fragrant soap across her body. His hands trailed a soapy path past her shoulder blades, down her back, and to the smooth globes of her buttocks. He set the soap down and slid his soapy fingers along the cleft of her ass. She felt him on the back of her neck, placing tiny kisses on her nape. Wetness gushed between her legs.
“Spread those legs, baby,” he ordered.
Marlowe did as he instructed, opening her legs wider. Anticipation swept through her as Roque’s fingers played with the sensitive area around her backside. She gasped as the tip of his finger penetrated her anus.
“Easy, baby. I won’t hurt you,” he cooed.
She knew he wouldn’t. She just hadn’t expected him back there.
He reached his other hand around and fondled her clit. He was giving it to her from the front and the back.
“Ooh,” she moaned with pleasure.
“You like that?”
“Yes…”
“Relax, let my fingers do their thing.”
She loosened up, relishing the feel of his fingers filling her most intimate places. One finger was in her ass. The other stroked her clit. She bucked back and forth against his hands, enjoying the all-consuming pleasure. “Oh, God. That feels so good.”
“I know. I can tell you love it by how wet you are.”
“More,” she begged. “Give me more.”
He stroked her clit harder and slipped his finger deeper inside her butt. She’d done this before, but it had never felt so good as it did now. Roque was a master of pleasure. Soon, she was whimpering with the first stirrings of an orgasm.
“Yes, Yes!” she cried.
Roque increased his rhythm. A red-hot fire spread through her, erupting into a burning inferno that demanded to be quenched. Her body felt like it had exploded into a million tiny pieces of pleasure. She was powerless to do anything but lay there as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her.
Afterward, her legs were shaking so hard she could barely stand. Roque had to hold her. He slipped his tongue in her ear. “I’m not finished with you yet, Marlowe.”
He had her coochie humming like a machine. He wanted more?
“But I’ll wait until after dinner,” he promised.
She exhaled a breath of relief. After dinner, she’d be ready to handle him.
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The Altimara Restaurant in the Nayara Hotel boasted a menu of live seafood. Marlowe and Roque were served a delicious dinner of palate-pleasing dishes. Marlowe chose the Mahi Mahi in white wine sauce with seasonable vegetables. Roque, being the meat and potatoes man he was, selected rib eye steak and asparagus tied with bacon.
Marlowe watched as Roque attacked his food. And to think, she’d pegged him for an uptight dude who dined on escargot. He was shattering a lot of her misconceptions. He looked so handsome in his linen shirt and pants. She’d changed into a long sundress and sandals, not sure of what he had planned next.
“Too bad it’s too late to see the volcano,” Roque murmured between bites.
Marlowe smiled. “Oh, I saw a very impressive volcano. And it left me more than satisfied.” Roque had delivered on all of his promises so far. They’d had hot, mind-blowing sex in the oversized tub—twice. She figured nothing could match the intensity of round one, but she was proved wrong when Roque gifted her with two successive orgasms.
He chuckled. “I’m glad you liked that volcano, but I have something else in mind.”
“I’ve seen your plans. If they’re anything like the ones you made in my bathroom, I’m in.”
He grinned. “So, are you ready?”
“What do you have planned?”
“A walk.”
“A walk?”
“Yes. You have a problem with that?”
“No, I was expecting something else is all.”
“Well, you’re going to need to change into something more comfortable.”
“Ooh,” Marlowe got excited. Was he ready for round three? “Don’t tell me you’re getting all romantic on me.”
He grinned harder this time. “No such luck.”
The walk Roque had planned was not a normal walk. The Night Forest Walk was located on the outskirts of La Fortuna in the Eco-centro Danaus. It was a small nature reserve that boasted a fantastic night tour. When Roque told Marlowe to slip into something more comfortable, she had no way of knowing it would be long pants and hiking boots. They joined a private tour with a group of ten other people, and after spraying themselves liberally with insect repellent, they were ready.
“I’m going to have to take a shower to wash this bug spray off,” Marlowe observed.
Roque arched his thick brows. “I do some of my best work in the shower.”
She laughed. “I’ve noticed!”
“Hello, everyone,” a man with jet-black hair and a heavily accented voice spoke. “I’m your guide, Enrique. I’ll be assisting you tonight.”
Two teenage girls giggled and passed him admiring looks.
He flashed them a toothy grin before continuing. “Everyone will need one of these.” He passed out flashlights. “Watch where you’re walking. The path has been cleared, and it’s well-lit, but you don’t want to stumble upon any tarantulas or snakes.”
Roque elbowed Marlowe. “Try not to kill any this time.”
She smirked. “Don’t press your luck, sweetheart.”
“Tonight,” Enrique announced, “you’ll have the pleasure to observe a variety of plants including orchids, bromelias, palms, bushes, ferns, heliconias and others. All these plants also attract more than one hundred and fifty species of birds, two and three fingers sloths, bats, caymans, iguanas, basilisks, snakes, frogs and butterflies.”
“Wow,” Marlowe murmured. “Jade would think she’d died and gone to heaven here.”
Roque chuckled. “That’s why she must never find out this place exists.”
“I can keep my mouth shut—for a price.”
He stroked her cheek. “I’ll pay you later. You can choose the form of payment.”
“Ooh, I’m liking this trip more and more with every passing moment.”
He kissed her on the forehead.
“Be sure to stay together,” Enrique cautioned. “We wouldn’t want to lose any of you on the tour.”
“Are there dangerous creatures out here?” a tall brunette asked.
He shrugged. “You never know when some wild, nocturnal creature might be craving a tasty midnight snack.”
Enrique winked at Marlowe as she spoke.
What? I know Enrique is not trying to flirt with me!
She was saved from replying when Roque spoke up.
“Any wild creature, whether four-legged or two-legged, will have to compete with me for a tasty snack of this woman.”
His fingers entwined with hers, and she felt his reassuring squeeze.
Enrique turned away, a tight grin on his face.
Marlowe smiled at Roque. “My hero,” she whispered.
He brought her hand to his lips and playfully nipped at her knuckles.
She felt a familiar tingling between her legs. She couldn’t wait for this tour to be over. She had an itch badly in need of scratching.
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Roque wrapped his hands around Marlowe’s waist and hoisted her over a fallen log. He did it more out of a need to touch her than anything else. She didn’t need his help. She was holding her own on this hike. He silently thanked Brett for booking him on this adventure tour. Roque had no intentions of lying on his ass or sunning on the beach. He preferred to be active. And by the looks of things, Marlowe felt the same way.
So far, they’d seen reptiles, sloths, and a host of other night crawlers. The trail wasn’t arduous, but they did have to watch for exposed tree roots and the occasional toad along the dirt and gravel path. Thank God for the insect repellent. Mosquitoes were rampant in this humid environment. While he enjoyed the outdoors, he did not relish the idea of being eaten alive by bugs.
They walked for miles through the trails and dense thicket of trees. Somewhere in the distance, a creature howled, making one of the females yelp in surprise. When the woman clutched Enrique’s arm, he chuckled.
“Do not worry,” he said. “It is only a spider monkey. I will not let it carry you to its home, the way it did with a woman last week.”
The woman smiled, her fear obviously put at ease.
A few moments later, the group passed a river with a film of vegetation floating on top.
“Ugh,” Marlowe remarked. “I wonder what’s living beneath those murky waters.”
“Only a few flesh-eating crocodiles,” Enrique answered.
Marlowe involuntarily took a step back. Unfortunately, Roque was standing directly in back of her. The heel of her boot collided with the toe of his shoe. She fought to retain her balance, grappling empty handfuls of air. Roque caught her, but not before her foot twisted sideways.
She cried out in pain.
He held her in his arms. “Are you okay?”
“I think I twisted my ankle.”
Enrique rushed to her side. “Does she need CPR?”
Roque glared at him. “No, but you will if you don’t back off.”
He held up his hands in mock surrender. “A dry sense of humor, my friend. Misplaced, but I meant no harm.”
Marlowe smiled. “It’s all right, Roque. He was just making a joke.”
Roque nodded. “Can you walk?”
She tested her walk, putting her full weight on her foot. “Yes, but very gingerly.”
He turned around and knelt with one knee on the ground. “Get on my back.”
“Are you serious?”
“Unlike Enrique, I don’t joke.”
“I can’t get on your back. I might hurt you.”
“Woman, if you don’t get on my back, I’ll have to put you over my shoulder.”
“Look, Harold.” A full-size woman nudged a scrawny man standing next to her. “That guy is so romantic. Why don’t you ever give me piggyback rides anymore?”
The man smirked. “Vera, I never gave you piggyback rides.”
“Well, let’s try it now.”
“Hell no. Not with this bad back.”
Roque looked up at Marlowe. “If you don’t hurry up and get on, you’re going to start an argument between Harold and Vera. I know you don’t want that.”
Marlowe laughed. “Fine. If you insist.”
Hours later, Roque and Marlowe relaxed with a cocktail on the patio of her suite. He didn’t know why he’d gotten separate villas. It appeared he would not be using his. He’d instructed Brett to book two villas because although he was confident, he didn’t want to make any assumptions about Marlowe. Booking two suites assured him the privacy of retreating to his own room if things hadn’t worked out the way he’d planned. He smiled to himself. He needn’t have worried about Marlowe. She’d more than exceeded his expectations.
After the night tour, they’d come back to her villa and showered again, ridding themselves of the bug spray and the sweat and funk of the forest. Freshly showered, he felt like a new man.
“How’s your ankle?” he asked Marlowe.
She sat next to him on a wicker couch nursing a rum and coke. “Much better, thank you. In fact, I don’t feel any pain at all.”
“Maybe it’s the combination of painkillers with the alcohol. I hope you’re not going to pass out on me.”
“Aw, live a little, why don’t you? I have a high tolerance for pain.”
He flashed her a wicked grin. “I think you did this on purpose just so you could press your breasts into my back and make me feel your nipples during the entire walk.”
She smiled. “Could you really feel them?”
“You know I could. I couldn’t wait for that tour to be over so I could get you back here.”
She laughed. “Me too. I had such a good time. Thank you for being my knight in shining armor.”
“You’re welcome.”
“And our tour guide, Enrique was so nice.”
“Yeah, right. I wanted to smash that guy’s face in.”
Roque didn’t like how the guy looked at Marlowe. In fact, all the men they encountered today had stared too long at Marlowe in his opinion. She was an attractive woman. He guessed it was to be expected. But still, he didn’t have to like it.
“Jealous?” she asked, reading his mind.
“Why should I be?”
“Exactly.”
“You’re stunningly beautiful. Men are bound to look.”
“Exactly.”
“I mean, it’s not like you encourage the attention.”
“Exactly.”
He gave her a sideways glance. “Is that all you’re going to say?”
“I’m hungry.”
“I can order room service,” he offered.
Her lips curled into a seductive smile. “I’m ravenous for something else.”
He grinned as Marlowe rose and performed an impromptu strip tease. Within seconds, she stood in front of him wearing nothing but a scrap of lace that passed for a thong. “Are you ready for me, Mr. Coleman?”
Hell yeah, he was ready and willing!
He nodded, licking his lips in anticipation. He wasted no time unbuttoning his trousers and freeing his throbbing cock. He shifted in his seat and then pulled a condom from the wallet in his back pocket. Once he was sheathed, he curled a finger in Marlowe’s direction.
“What’s your fantasy?” she asked.
“Ride me.”
She straddled him, poised above the head of his dick. He ripped the delicate thong from her lush body.
“Umm, somebody’s impatient,” she cooed.
“Somebody needs to be inside you, now,” he growled. He grabbed her hips and thrust himself inside her. She was hot and wet. “Looks like I’m not the only one who was ready,” he said.
Marlowe began riding him with slow, undulating movements. Her pace was unhurried as her velvety walls stroked his cock. Roque groaned with pleasure. As she arched her back and moved against him, he gripped her hips, digging his fingers into her delicate flesh.
He flicked his tongue over her hard nipples, lavishing each one with attention, and rolling the distended buds between his teeth. He loved the shape and feel of her full breasts. It seemed he would never get tired of sucking them. Trapped between her soft thighs, Roque surrendered to her fully. Her eagerness excited him, and all too soon, he found himself responding to the molten heat building inside of him. His passion was like a runaway horse, breaking free and galloping at full speed. He wanted to delay the feeling, drag it out, and savor the feel of Marlowe’s voluptuous body for just a few
minutes more.
But she was relentless, pounding, grinding. She slid up and down on his dick, coating it with her milky essence. Her tight walls squeezed and pulsated as she rode him with frenzied bucking movements. It was too much. Jolts of pleasure ripped through him, quickly sending him over the edge. Marlowe cried out, gripping his shoulders as they shared the same hot sparks of a budding inferno.
He held on as long as he could, but a blast of heat rocketed through him, searing him to the core, and crumbling his resolve. He gave a final powerful thrust. Marlowe shuddered against him and screamed out his name as she claimed her orgasm. Roque growled as he erupted for the third time that day. He pumped until he was drained, riding the wave of his orgasm like a professional surfer. As he drifted down from his cloud of ecstasy, he shook his head.
Nasty.
Pure, unadulterated nasty.
That’s what this had been.
And he’d loved every fucking minute of it.
Marlowe had met him stroke for stroke, thrust for thrust, and rhythm for rhythm. Her tight walls had gripped him, milking every drop of his essence from him.
He breathed hoarsely in her ear. “Woman, what am I going to do with you?”
She purred back, “Whatever I let you do.”
She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and laid her head in the crook of his neck. Surrounded by the fragrant aromas of the garden and bathed in the faint glow of the moonlight, their bodies lay entwined like a pretzel. For the next few moments, they floated languidly, hanging on to the fading vestiges of ecstasy. As his ragged breathing ebbed, he cradled Marlowe in his arms. In one day, she’d given him some of the best sex he’d ever had. So, now they had a problem: Marlowe, it seemed, had a voracious sexual appetite to match his. If this is what the next two days would be like, he was in a world of trouble.
THIRTEEN
Their second day in Costa Rica was action-packed. They started the morning with what should have been a leisurely horseback ride. However, since Marlowe had never ridden a horse before, the day got off to a slow start. She was convinced the ornery mare she rode had a personal vendetta against her. She should have known the old nag would be trouble when she tried to bolt every time Marlowe attempted to mount her.
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