The rest of our day was nothing short of amazing. Since we were staying in what is known as the South Zone. John suggested we take a cab further into Centro, which is the core of the city, to get closer to the real feel of Rio. We explored many of the historic landmarks; the Candelária Church, (the former cathedral), the monasteries of Santo Antonio and Sao Bento, and the Paço Imperial, built during colonial times to serve as a residence for the Portuguese governors of Brazil. The Centro also contained the modern concrete Rio de Janeiro Cathedral. Around the Cinelândia Square, there are several landmarks of the Belle Époque of Rio, such as the Municipal Theatre and the National Library building. I marveled at the architecture, many of the buildings ranged back to the 16th century. John was able to explain a lot of the culture to me as we went along. I had to explain to my feet that this was a special occasion and not to give up on me.
After our long, tiring, day we decided to have dinner at the hotel, but agreed to have authentic Brazilian fare another time. At the hotel we met another couple traveling from the states. Scott and Heather were on their honeymoon, and were happy to meet another young couple. They were a fun, talkative pair, and kept our dinner conversation fun and lively. Heather was a dead ringer for Charlize Theron. She was tall and slim with a short platinum blonde cut. Scott reminded me of a retired athlete. He had a sturdy frame that looked like it had once been all muscle, but was now softening up. They complimented each other. She was energetic and bubbly, and he was the more laid back sarcastic type. They made for a good time.
As the night progressed, we attracted another couple into our fold. Too bad I can’t remember their names, because by that time Heather had ordered enough round of shots to kill my short term memory. I do remember they were an older Brazilian couple. We all spent the night laughing at Heather’s various tales of being a nurse.
“OK guys, I think I better get this little lady back up to her room before she gives us another story to talk about.” He grinned at me as I slid gingerly off of the barstool.
“Aw, cmon. I’m fine. I just need some wa-water.” I stuttered on the word water and everybody laughed. One of the other females grinned wickedly as she eyed John propping me up.
“Well I’m sure you will be well taken care of, hun,” she teased. We said our goodnights and headed for the elevators. I was more disoriented than I was sick, which was a relief. When the doors opened, I staggered inside the car and leaned up against the cool metal wall. I could feel John behind me as he made sure I stayed upright. The elevator dinged that we were on our floor and I tried to perk up.
“See, I’m fine. One foot, the next foot. One foot, the next foot.” I tried walking in the wobbliest straight line ever. John laughed hysterically at my attempt to prove my sobriety. I guess I was failing. I soldier marched up to my room with his hand at the small of my back to guide me. I fumbled in my tiny purse, searching for my hotel key. John leaned in behind me, brushing my hand away and reaching into my purse, pulling the key out in one shot.
I was increasingly aware of his solid chest pressed up against my back and the warmth of his hands against mine. The heat from his breath was dangerously caressing the back of my neck, giving me goosebumps. A warm flare of desire began to spread through my body. I turned to face him and he leaned back to give me space. Grabbing his shirt I pulled him back towards me, rubbing my body suggestively up against his. I felt him tense and inhale deeply before he said, “Now you know I’m not in the habit of taking advantage of a people.”
I just looked into his eyes, and pulled him closer as I eased up on my tip toes to reach his lips. “I just want you to take advantage of me.” Then I pressed my mouth against his full sexy lips, molding my body to his. John held me to him, pushing closer into me. Without a word he used the key to open the hotel door, guiding me backwards into the room.
Our hands were all over each other. We pulled at each others clothes until they were strewn all over the room. I licked little circles across his chest while he licked and sucked my neck and nibbled on my earlobe. I moaned in anticipation of feeling him inside me. He lifted me against his body letting me slide slowly down, creating a delicious friction of our skin. Then he tumbled me backwards onto the bed, and followed right on top of me. My pelvis grinding into his, trying to take the edge of the hot throbbing desire between my legs. I felt his erection straining thru his pants as he slowly pressed right against my hottest spot.
Taking my right leg, he lifted it up until my calf was level to his mouth. He licked and sucked me down to my ankles. I smiled as I watched him make love to my leg. Kinky ass. He pulled my leg down bending it slightly and pushed my foot into his chest, placing small bites on the arch of my foot and nibbling this one certain spot that made me jerk unexpectedly from the intense pleasure. John just grinned and grabbed the other leg spreading me open wide. He leaned forward, gripping me under my butt and pulling me to him with my legs over his shoulders. My body arched into his mouth as he slowly tongue kissed my folds.
“Oh, you’re so juicy. Umm, taste so good,” he groaned into my pulsating flesh. Slowly, he lapped his tongue across my most sensitive spot, occasionally thrusting in and out, making me cry out with each thrust. Unable to help it, I gyrated my hips rubbing my clit into his lips. Chasing the slow ache that was building up. Then just as I was picking up the pace, he pulled me tighter to his face and sucked hard. I groaned out a guttural sound that was a moan mixed with profanity. Heat surged through my body as I climaxed, writhing into the sheets. John kept licking and sucking until I pleaded that I couldn’t take it. With one last little kiss, he crawled up my body. Licking and sucking along the way.
Time seemed to slow down as he tantalized my skin. I ran my hands down his back, sending shivers through him. Our eyes met and he gazed at me intently as he slid his tongue up the slope of my belly and targeted my sensitive pointed nipples. Looping his tongue around in circles he then slowly pulled one aching peak into his mouth. Like a button straight to the deepest part of me sending waves of pleasure outwards.
“Ooh, baby. Yes!” I wriggled and moaned not ever wanting him to stop but wanting him inside me more. With my hands back in his hair, I urged him up towards my lips. His breathing coming harder and caressing my neck as he toyed with the one spot that he knew would drive me wild. My hips flexed as I pushed my body against his, needing desperately to feel his skin against mine.
John pulled away from me unexpectedly, and I groaned in disapproval. “Shh, be a good girl. Open those sexy legs wide for me. That’s it. I want you to touch yourself, pretend it’s me. Let me see how bad you want it.” He backed away from the bed, pulling out a condom before he dropped his pants to the ground. He kept his eyes on me, gazing at me thru sexy, hooded lashes. Swiftly the condom was slid up the length of his erection, and the sight of him holding and stroking himself turned me on even more. He came back to bed, pulling my legs and sliding me towards him, then he flipped me over.
“Arch that sexy ass up for me baby,” he demanded. I did just as I was told and was rewarded with a firm slap on my ass cheek, causing me to cry out and then moan as he massaged the very spot he just slapped. Positioning my body just where he wanted he pressed his tip right to my entrance rubbing back and forth before he slid it in just a little deeper. He gripped my hips to keep me from pushing back on him. I whimpered in frustration as he teased me, reaching one hand forward to gently pinch and rub my nipples.
My body began to twitch and jerk as I begged for him to give it to me. Leaning over my back he licked a long, wet trail down my spine.
“Please! Ahh I can’t take it,” I moaned. John bit and nipped the rest of his way down, then grabbing a tighter hold of me he slowly pressed into me, pushing as deep as he could go. My body clenched his, already so close to letting go.
“Uh, Jade. So tight!” He whispered as his body trembled and he pulsed inside of me. All that teasing he’d done was backfiring on him now. We were both too worked up to make this one last. I angled my body so that I
could thrust back at him, and we both moaned simultaneously with each thrust.
“I’m so close, ohh, I’m so close.” I cried out.
“Owww,” was all he managed to utter as he whimpered with every breath he exhaled. Then he pushed me flat onto my stomach, grinding into me hard and deep. With his head nestled into the side of my neck he sucked and licked me in between his deep groans.
“You like it when I fuck you like this? Huh. Feel how wet you just got. Shit!” As he was whispering dirty nothings into my ear, he slid a hand underneath me to rub my clit. My hands gripped the sheets, as I screamed my pleasure into my pillow when I erupted, feeling like I was being consumed by him.
“Shit!” I heard him yell out before he collapsed onto me. We both laid there panting frantically as we tried to catch our breath.
John kissed the back of my neck as he rolled onto his side, pulling me with him. “Jesus, Jade! You’re an animal!”
Ch 17 Reality Strikes
Our second full day began bright and early. I silently loathed John’s ability to have a late night and still wake up before 7:00 am. My annoyance was trumped by my secret joy of waking up next to him, even though he thwarted my advances for a little morning roll in the hay. He said we’d spend the whole day in bed if we got started. I pouted, but followed his instructions to be ready by eight. Ok, he was probably right about that. I don’t know why it still bothered me so much that he hadn’t spent the first night with me, but holding true to the promise I made to myself, I didn’t analyze it.
The only part of the trip that I did pre-plan was where I wanted to eat. I had a list of restaurants for each meal, that I wanted to try. For breakfast, we dined at a German cafe named Kurt. Upon entering the quaint patisserie, we were rewarded with the delicious aroma of fresh cappuccinos and baked goods. My mouth watered at the tempting sights of all the cakes, pies and exotic pastries. We ordered the breakfast quiche, and shared a slice of Bee Sting cake. Next, we hit the streets for some more exploring. I liked the fact that we didn’t really have a plan, and just sort of went where the day took us. Maybe John had more of an idea about what he wanted to do, but I was fine just winging it.
The weather was gorgeous for our visit to the Jardim Botânico, or the Botanical Gardens, by far my favorite stop. There was a peaceful tranquility throughout the grounds, and the mixture of exotic plants and flowers mixed with the ancient ruins was a captivating experience. The almost magical quality to the site had a calming effect on me. John held my hand as we took our time exploring the gardens, and we were approached to have our picture taken together by various visitors that we met. From there we headed to Sugar Loaf Mountain, famous for the Christ The Redeemer statue that commands a view of the entire city. We rode a train through the lush Tijuca Rainforest in order to see the entire site. On T.V. it’s impressive, but the view as we rode a cable car up to the top was awe-inspiring. Magnificent! We stopped for dinner at Marius Carnes, which boasted an array of succulent roasted meats, served table to table. The decor was reminiscent of a luxurious pirate ship decorated with hidden treasures. After our feast, somehow, we managed the short walk back to our hotel, where we both passed out on my bed. It was the perfect day.
John and I slept away most of our last day. Between all our sightseeing, and the enthusiasm of our reconnection, we were exhausted. In an attempt to not squander the entire day we headed back to the beach, deciding to have dinner at a local restaurant that came highly recommended from the concierge. There wasn’t much conversation between us as we sampled our Brazilian seafood platter. For the most part, my mind was in a strange place about the way our previous night ended. As amazing as the sex was, it was the first time that I ever felt… fucked. The way John handled me and the aggressive tone in his voice sent a cold shiver through me every time I thought about it. The first night he had been tender, but each night after that had been fast and furious. I tried to push the unwelcome thoughts aside so that we could continue to enjoy our last day. I couldn’t help but notice that John seemed to be lost in his own thoughts too.
After dinner we headed back to the hotel lobby bar. Our friends from the other night were there, and had apparently convinced the hotel to play a little American music. Heather did a little squeal when she saw us and beckoned wildly for us to come over, even though we were already headed her way. I looked up at John with a slight smirk, and he just grinned and shrugged.
“There they are! The hottest couple from New York. C’mon Jade, dance with me.” Heather pulled me onto the dance floor before I could even protest. I watched as John was greeted by Scott and the others as they watched us dance. Although I hated the audience, I didn’t mind dancing. Heather was a lot of fun. I noticed Scott nudge John and point in my direction. John looked at me thoughtfully and shook his head no. Whatever the question may have been, John’s answer caused Scott to raise his eyebrows in surprise. I was smacked with Irritation, instantly. We weren’t together, and it shouldn’t have bothered me, but I hated that John felt the need to let everyone know that we were not an official couple. It burned me since he had spent almost every night in my bed.
I motioned to Heather that I needed a drink and headed over to the bar. Scott was in the middle of a statement when I got to where John was sitting.
“Yeah man, sometimes women just don’t know what they want,” he surmised. I couldn’t help it, I had to know what they were talking about.
“Is that true? I’m sure us women can say the same about some men.” I hit John with a pointed look. Scott, who was too drunk to use common sense continued to make his point.
“You could say that. But look at this guy. How could you not be sure about him?”
If anger could be visualized then I was sure you would be able to see the heat rolling off my neck. How could John tell this stranger my business, and make himself look like a victim?
“Well, Scott, John was the one who broke up with me. He wasn’t sure of my feelings, or his own.” An awkward silence floated in the air between us and I knew my night of fun was over. John had the nerve to look annoyed, but just sipped his drink and ordered another.
“I think I’m gonna head up. Today was kinda long.” I knew Heather might be disappointed but she would live. John just shrugged and sipped his new drink.
“Oh? Well i’m not ready to call it a night,” he said. I bit my lip to keep from saying something crass.
“That’s cool. You’re a single man, right? Enjoy your last night in Brazil.” I waited for him to respond and all I got was a nod. I nodded back and turned for the elevators.
I don’t know what I expected to feel, other than alone, in my room. Better? Suddenly tired? Well I was none of the above. Once again I was facing a foreign emotion. I had no right to be mad that John was honest about our status, but he had no right to embarrass me in front of strangers. They didn’t know our history. What was he hoping to accomplish with his smug attitude? I headed out to the balcony for some fresh air.
Dr. Lindsey said that the ocean was a source of calm for a lot of people. I watched the slight waves as they caressed the shore but it didn’t help me feel better. Now I was sad, and slightly turned on. This trip did nothing but remind me how much I missed John, and how hurt I was when it all ended. Maybe this trip was about getting John out of my system.
I heard the door to my room close and turned my head slightly to see John approaching in my peripheral vision. He stopped at the entrance to the patio, leaning up against the archway, with his arms crossed.
“What’s wrong?” His voice was barely above a whisper. A light breeze whipped in from the ocean and I turned my face towards it, letting it wash over me.
“Nothing.” I answered. We both stood in silence with only the sound of the waves breaking, between us. John didn’t ask me another question, or an explanation, but my breath caught in my throat when I felt him behind me.
“You’re upset?,” he whispered against my ear. I shivered involuntarily at the feel of his lips on my skin. I sh
ook my head no, because I couldn’t verbalize how I was really feeling, and I didn't want to talk about it right then and there.
“Why does it seem,” he said as his fingers made a slow trail up the seam of the zipper on the back of my dress, “that you are always saying no lately?” He unzipped me so slowly that at one point I questioned if he had changed his mind until I felt his lips, hot against my skin.
“What are you doing?”
“I think that’s obvious,” he drawled against my ear.”I’m undressing you. I’m trying to enjoy my last night in Brazil.” He said the words slowly, making sure to pronounce each syllable, as he slid my dress from my body. Every inch of my skin was buzzing with sexual tension, but I couldn’t quite swallow the bitterness of our exchange down at the bar.
“Oh, but I don’t know if I’m sure about this,” I questioned in a pretend whiney voice. John’s hands roamed from the dip in my back, across my hips, and up the center of my stomach until he was encircling a breast in each hand. Using his thumbs, he gently massaged the sensitive peeks of my nipples that were now protruding through my lace bra.
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