deep thrust, he was inside her. She felt the tree bark scrape at her back and winced. Ale stilled, looking at her. He shifted, and still holding her up, he turned, arching and bracing his own back against the tree. Mika felt her eyes roll back. The talented Mister Vargas. Would wonders never cease?
It was bliss, having him like this. He was so full, so deep. They were such a perfect fit. She squeezed her muscles, and he groaned, sending a rumble through his chest to hers. He threw his head back. Mika watched as his eyes seemed to look for something far off in the sky. She knew he was fighting to hold on, so she squeezed her muscles tighter and licked at his jaw. She would not have him so in control—not now, while she was so lost.
Mika pushed forward and then arched back, causing his erection to slide even deeper still in a sensual S motion. She let out a hiss, biting her bottom lip. She felt tears prick at the back of her eyes. Where he ended, she began.
Then he whispered her name, and it was like he turned on a switch. She whimpered and he answered, leaning forward and nipping at her lip, tugging it between his teeth. He lifted her slightly higher and brought her back down on him again. And again. Over and over. She quickly got the rhythm locking her arms around his neck and ground into him. They were like two animals, not able to stop until they were both satisfied.
Mika moved faster and faster, feeling the waves of passion ripple through both their bodies. Then suddenly it was too much. She couldn’t hold on no matter how hard she tried, even if she did want to stay this way forever.
He finally pulled her to him. His tongue mingled with hers, stroking her in the most amazingly tender and loving way. She broke. Unable to stop the orgasm that racked her body and shook her to the core. She heard him groan her name once again as a spasm shook his body, and he squeezed tightly at her hips. Her stomach, legs, everything quivered and turned to liquid as he shook with her. The only things stopping them from falling to the ground in a heap were his strong legs, which somehow held them both up, and that blessed tree.
*
“This isn’t real, you know.” Mika retied her swimsuit for a second time. She noticed Ale’s frown as she shimmied her hips and pulled her shorts up over her thighs.
He raised an eyebrow at her. “The fact that I’m still working on catching my breath, honey, tells me it’s very real.”
Mika leveled him with a hard stare. Then her eyes softened as she took in his sincerity. That was how Ale rolled. He went all out, 100 percent. “No, it really isn’t, but thank you. And please, don’t call me ‘honey.’ It doesn’t sit well with me.”
Ale said nothing for a moment as he studied her, cocking his head to one side. Then he spoke slowly, his voice rumbling over her. “You’re right, ‘honey’ doesn’t suit you at all. Too trite. But this was very real. That can’t be denied.” He reached down, snatched his shorts from the ground and shook them out with a violent snap before putting them on.
Perfect—she’d pissed him off. Way to keep it light.
Mika couldn’t help but notice that he didn’t waste time with his underwear, instead stuffing them into the side of his equipment bag. But he was right. It was real, it had happened. The briefs shoved in with her well-organized media cards were proof of that. The question now was how to deal with it.
They finished dressing and packed up the rest of the equipment in silence. Just as they were about to walk away, Mika watched as Ale bent down for the flower that had fallen from her hair. He picked it up and tucked it into the side of his camera bag. Mika turned away, not able to take in the tender scene. It hurt way too much. It was all just a part of the fantasy. She was nothing if not a realist and Alejandro had to know this wasn’t anything more than a passing thing. No more real than the fantasy shoot they were
It was bliss, having him like this. He was so full, so deep. They were such a perfect fit. She squeezed her muscles, and he groaned, sending a rumble through his chest to hers. He threw his head back. Mika watched as his eyes seemed to look for something far off in the sky. She knew he was fighting to hold on, so she squeezed her muscles tighter and licked at his jaw. She would not have him so in control—not now, while she was so lost.
Mika pushed forward and then arched back, causing his erection to slide even deeper still in a sensual S motion. She let out a hiss, biting her bottom lip. She felt tears prick at the back of her eyes. Where he ended, she began.
Then he whispered her name, and it was like he turned on a switch. She whimpered and he answered, leaning forward and nipping at her lip, tugging it between his teeth. He lifted her slightly higher and brought her back down on him again. And again. Over and over. She quickly got the rhythm locking her arms around his neck and ground into him. They were like two animals, not able to stop until they were both satisfied.
Mika moved faster and faster, feeling the waves of passion ripple through both their bodies. Then suddenly it was too much. She couldn’t hold on no matter how hard she tried, even if she did want to stay this way forever.
He finally pulled her to him. His tongue mingled with hers, stroking her in the most amazingly tender and loving way. She broke. Unable to stop the orgasm that racked her body and shook her to the core. She heard him groan her name once again as a spasm shook his body, and he squeezed tightly at her hips. Her stomach, legs, everything quivered and turned to liquid as he shook with her. The only things stopping them from falling to the ground in a heap were his strong legs, which somehow held them both up, and that blessed tree.
*
“This isn’t real, you know.” Mika retied her swimsuit for a second time. She noticed Ale’s frown as she shimmied her hips and pulled her shorts up over her thighs.
He raised an eyebrow at her. “The fact that I’m still working on catching my breath, honey, tells me it’s very real.”
Mika leveled him with a hard stare. Then her eyes softened as she took in his sincerity. That was how Ale rolled. He went all out, 100 percent. “No, it really isn’t, but thank you. And please, don’t call me ‘honey.’ It doesn’t sit well with me.”
Ale said nothing for a moment as he studied her, cocking his head to one side. Then he spoke slowly, his voice rumbling over her. “You’re right, ‘honey’ doesn’t suit you at all. Too trite. But this was very real. That can’t be denied.” He reached down, snatched his shorts from the ground and shook them out with a violent snap before putting them on.
Perfect—she’d pissed him off. Way to keep it light.
Mika couldn’t help but notice that he didn’t waste time with his underwear, instead stuffing them into the side of his equipment bag. But he was right. It was real, it had happened. The briefs shoved in with her well-organized media cards were proof of that. The question now was how to deal with it.
They finished dressing and packed up the rest of the equipment in silence. Just as they were about to walk away, Mika watched as Ale bent down for the flower that had fallen from her hair. He picked it up and tucked it into the side of his camera bag. Mika turned away, not able to take in the tender scene. It hurt way too much. It was all just a part of the fantasy. She was nothing if not a realist and Alejandro had to know this wasn’t anything more than a passing thing. No more real than the fantasy shoot they were
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