she exploded around him. The walls of her sex constricted his movements like a fist.
Groaning in carnal delight, Roberto rose, pushing her back against the side of the bed. “Your pussy’s so tight. I’ve got to have more.” Spreading her thighs wide, he hooked her legs over his shoulders, palmed her hips and clutched her ass. “I’m going to fuck you…until neither one of us…can walk,” he called out, forcing his words through gritted teeth.
Stroking the deep recesses of her passage, he slammed into her repeatedly. The more she gave, the more he took. Their breathing hitched and quickened to pants, causing both of them to struggle for air. Refusing to let up the pace, they both rode through the storm of need, neither willing to concede or acknowledge anything, but their loving.
Roberto drove into her sopping slit, his hands lifting her higher and urging her to take more. The aroma of their coupling permeated the room.
She was ready to come again. He rotated his hips against her mound, causing his wiry tight curls to tickle her clit. “More, Roberto. Fuck me. Hard! Hard!” Once again, Delilah found herself thrown into jubilant pleasure that took her beyond sane reason. She sought only erotic gratification.
Plush carpet greeted her back when suddenly she lay on the floor. Through a lust-filled haze, she watched Roberto sit back on his haunch. His strong hands pressed her thigh down, splaying her open for the full penetration of his cock. Obeying her request, he fucked her hard.
His head tossed back, his voice rough, he called out, “I am going to miss this come morning.”
As his balls slapped her ass and the carpet bit into her back, he took her with angry, hot thrusts and brought her once again to a mind blowing climax. Her screams poured from her mouth, until they became hoarse cries.
Body tensing in mid-thrust, his thick hot fluid filled her core; it became trapped within the glove fit of her sex around his length.
Roberto collapsed onto her, his glorious weight bearing down on her. He buried his face in her neck and his low speech whispered in her ear, “You have saturated my soul with your essence, mi cereza oscura hermosa .”
Chapter four
Sore, thoroughly pleasured and exhausted, Delilah looked at the bright glow of the rising early morning sun. In a little over an hour, the morning flight would leave from Cat Island to Nassau. Glancing away from the spacious window, her gaze rested on the mysterious man. Roberto Sanchez. His features were relaxed and peaceful as he lay on his side under the covers. She wanted to touch him. To reach her hand out and caress his skin, but she didn’t want to chance waking him. Or even worse, he’d awaken, rise from the bed and leave her first.
As she lay on her side, facing him, her heart ached. She was shocked by the feelings assailing her. This was supposed to be one reckless adventure, not a night filled with unforgettable passion this man brought to her. I shouldn’t have asked for his name. The mask should’ve stayed on .
It was too late now to understand Silverman’s wisdom of secrecy and subterfuge. It was a lot easier to leave something behind when the true essence hadn’t been revealed. When it was intangible.
Uncertainty lay like a rock in the pit of her stomach, weighing down her heart and mind as she turned over and slipped quietly from the bed. She needed to leave. If he awakened, he might coax her to spend more hours in his arms, and she couldn’t do that. Her raw emotions already hovered under the surface. He made her imagine cozy dinners, quiet evenings in front of a fireplace and whispered conversation at bedtime. This man was an enigma. She didn’t come to Cat Island to risk her heart, but for a distracting night of sex with no strings. Job done, it was time to go home.
Grabbing her small satchel, she silently unlocked the door then turned and looked at him one last time. The back of her eyes burned with brimming tears,
Groaning in carnal delight, Roberto rose, pushing her back against the side of the bed. “Your pussy’s so tight. I’ve got to have more.” Spreading her thighs wide, he hooked her legs over his shoulders, palmed her hips and clutched her ass. “I’m going to fuck you…until neither one of us…can walk,” he called out, forcing his words through gritted teeth.
Stroking the deep recesses of her passage, he slammed into her repeatedly. The more she gave, the more he took. Their breathing hitched and quickened to pants, causing both of them to struggle for air. Refusing to let up the pace, they both rode through the storm of need, neither willing to concede or acknowledge anything, but their loving.
Roberto drove into her sopping slit, his hands lifting her higher and urging her to take more. The aroma of their coupling permeated the room.
She was ready to come again. He rotated his hips against her mound, causing his wiry tight curls to tickle her clit. “More, Roberto. Fuck me. Hard! Hard!” Once again, Delilah found herself thrown into jubilant pleasure that took her beyond sane reason. She sought only erotic gratification.
Plush carpet greeted her back when suddenly she lay on the floor. Through a lust-filled haze, she watched Roberto sit back on his haunch. His strong hands pressed her thigh down, splaying her open for the full penetration of his cock. Obeying her request, he fucked her hard.
His head tossed back, his voice rough, he called out, “I am going to miss this come morning.”
As his balls slapped her ass and the carpet bit into her back, he took her with angry, hot thrusts and brought her once again to a mind blowing climax. Her screams poured from her mouth, until they became hoarse cries.
Body tensing in mid-thrust, his thick hot fluid filled her core; it became trapped within the glove fit of her sex around his length.
Roberto collapsed onto her, his glorious weight bearing down on her. He buried his face in her neck and his low speech whispered in her ear, “You have saturated my soul with your essence, mi cereza oscura hermosa .”
Chapter four
Sore, thoroughly pleasured and exhausted, Delilah looked at the bright glow of the rising early morning sun. In a little over an hour, the morning flight would leave from Cat Island to Nassau. Glancing away from the spacious window, her gaze rested on the mysterious man. Roberto Sanchez. His features were relaxed and peaceful as he lay on his side under the covers. She wanted to touch him. To reach her hand out and caress his skin, but she didn’t want to chance waking him. Or even worse, he’d awaken, rise from the bed and leave her first.
As she lay on her side, facing him, her heart ached. She was shocked by the feelings assailing her. This was supposed to be one reckless adventure, not a night filled with unforgettable passion this man brought to her. I shouldn’t have asked for his name. The mask should’ve stayed on .
It was too late now to understand Silverman’s wisdom of secrecy and subterfuge. It was a lot easier to leave something behind when the true essence hadn’t been revealed. When it was intangible.
Uncertainty lay like a rock in the pit of her stomach, weighing down her heart and mind as she turned over and slipped quietly from the bed. She needed to leave. If he awakened, he might coax her to spend more hours in his arms, and she couldn’t do that. Her raw emotions already hovered under the surface. He made her imagine cozy dinners, quiet evenings in front of a fireplace and whispered conversation at bedtime. This man was an enigma. She didn’t come to Cat Island to risk her heart, but for a distracting night of sex with no strings. Job done, it was time to go home.
Grabbing her small satchel, she silently unlocked the door then turned and looked at him one last time. The back of her eyes burned with brimming tears,
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