she had, I wanted to think I was going to spurt into her without it.
"Sam! Fuck! I'm going to come!" I cried, the though of bursting inside her sending me over the edge.
Her mouth curled into a wicked little smile. Then her eyes rolled back. She tensed. She put her hands on my chest. Her hips kept flailing.
I felt my cock erupt as I unleashed all the seed I had into her. She looked down at me, her face a mixture of shock and wonder. Her orgasm took her too.
We both cried out as our bodies spasmed with pleasure. For a split second I wondered if she was thinking of me, or of him. It only made me come harder, that he might be in her mind. Gripping her hips, I released what I had left. She took it like a willing whore.
She rode out the last of her spasms on my waning cock, as if she wanted to milk the rest of what my body had to offer. When it was done, she fell onto me. I savoured the soft feeling of her breasts pressed against my chest.
***
We didn't talk about it the rest of the day. We walked into town. She bought trinkets. We had fish.
I wanted her again that night but by the time I'd emerged from the bathroom, she seemed to be already asleep.
I crawled into bed beside her. Sleep wouldn't come. The only thing I could think of was him.
Chapter 9
I did sleep, eventually but it was a fitful sleep, filled with vivid dreams. When I woke, she was gone.
I sat up and looked around, confused for a moment about my bearings. The song of a warbler atop the whisper of the ocean reminded me of where we were.
I turned and felt Samantha's side of the bed to see if it was still warm. It wasn't. I sank back down onto my pillow, yawned and allowed myself an indulgence in paranoia.
Perhaps she'd gone out in the middle of the night, while I was sleeping? Perhaps she'd so fancied our host the other night that, with my insistence, she'd gone out to fulfill my fantasy? The thought sent a rush of nerves through me. Closing my eyes, I let the image creep in.
There she was, in the middle of the night, crawling through the resort, her eyes wide, her nightie open, white skin silver in the moonlight. She was searching. Searching for him.
My eyes snapped open. Searching for who?!? I'd seen him. In my mind, I'd seen his face. I wondered whether I could bring myself to think of it again. There he was. It was Bastian.
My insides sizzled with a jealous lust. I saw him, his hand, reaching out from one of the doors in the hallway, just down from where we were staying. A big, black hand reached out and it surprised her. She didn't scream, but she gasped as she watched it pulling her into the room. In my mind's eye, I followed her inside.
It
was
him. He was standing there, almost naked, holding her by the arm and smiling that charming smile. What would she say? How would she react at being kidnapped and dragged into the room by a handsome, black stranger? Ignoring the anxious jealousy that was welling within me, I let the dream go on.
He was just as gracious as he had been at dinner last night. He let go of her arm and swung his massive palm in, towards his suite. There was champagne there and gentle music playing. I urged her inside. She listened.
She was wearing that same red dress, from the night before and looking just as stunning. Her walk took on an air of confidence as she relaxed around him, comfortable knowing what a gentleman he was. He glanced at her round, swaying ass as she passed. I saw a glint in his eye.
A wave crashed noisily against the beach outside. The ocean was coming to life. I pushed a hand beneath the covers to feel my hardness there. I wished Samantha were beside me. Her absence sent another electric shock through my nervous system, singeing my body with lust.
His hand was on her now, on the small of her back. It made me ache to be inside her, that vision that I'd conjured up. I started to stroke myself.
"You are a very beautiful woman," I heard him say with a smile. His hand travelled down, rounding the curve of
"Sam! Fuck! I'm going to come!" I cried, the though of bursting inside her sending me over the edge.
Her mouth curled into a wicked little smile. Then her eyes rolled back. She tensed. She put her hands on my chest. Her hips kept flailing.
I felt my cock erupt as I unleashed all the seed I had into her. She looked down at me, her face a mixture of shock and wonder. Her orgasm took her too.
We both cried out as our bodies spasmed with pleasure. For a split second I wondered if she was thinking of me, or of him. It only made me come harder, that he might be in her mind. Gripping her hips, I released what I had left. She took it like a willing whore.
She rode out the last of her spasms on my waning cock, as if she wanted to milk the rest of what my body had to offer. When it was done, she fell onto me. I savoured the soft feeling of her breasts pressed against my chest.
***
We didn't talk about it the rest of the day. We walked into town. She bought trinkets. We had fish.
I wanted her again that night but by the time I'd emerged from the bathroom, she seemed to be already asleep.
I crawled into bed beside her. Sleep wouldn't come. The only thing I could think of was him.
Chapter 9
I did sleep, eventually but it was a fitful sleep, filled with vivid dreams. When I woke, she was gone.
I sat up and looked around, confused for a moment about my bearings. The song of a warbler atop the whisper of the ocean reminded me of where we were.
I turned and felt Samantha's side of the bed to see if it was still warm. It wasn't. I sank back down onto my pillow, yawned and allowed myself an indulgence in paranoia.
Perhaps she'd gone out in the middle of the night, while I was sleeping? Perhaps she'd so fancied our host the other night that, with my insistence, she'd gone out to fulfill my fantasy? The thought sent a rush of nerves through me. Closing my eyes, I let the image creep in.
There she was, in the middle of the night, crawling through the resort, her eyes wide, her nightie open, white skin silver in the moonlight. She was searching. Searching for him.
My eyes snapped open. Searching for who?!? I'd seen him. In my mind, I'd seen his face. I wondered whether I could bring myself to think of it again. There he was. It was Bastian.
My insides sizzled with a jealous lust. I saw him, his hand, reaching out from one of the doors in the hallway, just down from where we were staying. A big, black hand reached out and it surprised her. She didn't scream, but she gasped as she watched it pulling her into the room. In my mind's eye, I followed her inside.
It
was
him. He was standing there, almost naked, holding her by the arm and smiling that charming smile. What would she say? How would she react at being kidnapped and dragged into the room by a handsome, black stranger? Ignoring the anxious jealousy that was welling within me, I let the dream go on.
He was just as gracious as he had been at dinner last night. He let go of her arm and swung his massive palm in, towards his suite. There was champagne there and gentle music playing. I urged her inside. She listened.
She was wearing that same red dress, from the night before and looking just as stunning. Her walk took on an air of confidence as she relaxed around him, comfortable knowing what a gentleman he was. He glanced at her round, swaying ass as she passed. I saw a glint in his eye.
A wave crashed noisily against the beach outside. The ocean was coming to life. I pushed a hand beneath the covers to feel my hardness there. I wished Samantha were beside me. Her absence sent another electric shock through my nervous system, singeing my body with lust.
His hand was on her now, on the small of her back. It made me ache to be inside her, that vision that I'd conjured up. I started to stroke myself.
"You are a very beautiful woman," I heard him say with a smile. His hand travelled down, rounding the curve of
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