Letting Go!

Tonight, Emma wondered if she could be bold enough to grab his hands and bring them to her aching breasts. Then she’d step in close enough to press her body against his, to discover if he was also aroused.

When she looked at Andres he was looking at her with a hunger she recognized.

He said something in urgent Spanish.

Though she couldn’t understand the words, she understood the tone, and she pushed closer to him, wishing she had the courage to ask for what she wanted, to beg for it. “Please.” It came out as a whisper.

He must have heard because he put his head down and rubbed his rough face gently against the side of hers. The need rose inside her, an appetite she’d never had before.

He nibbled on her ear.

She sucked in a breath. Her breasts ached and her nipples tingled.

“Please,” she breathed louder.

He bent to touch her lips, giving her a taste of what she hungered for. She felt the sweetness of those soft lips nibbling her skin, and the heat of his tongue tasting her mouth. As the kiss deepened, it fueled her appetite for more of him.

His hands slid down the neckline of her top. His fingers explored the mounds of her breasts, stopping to tease her erect nipples through the thin material.

It was the first time she’d ever gone braless in public and she felt vindicated. Let him dive in and touch her aching flesh. She might never wear a bra again if it felt so good to invite a stranger’s touch.

He kissed her again, dragging her down with him in a relentless undertow of heady pleasure. When she surfaced his hands were under her top caressing her breasts. She panted. It was happening so fast and so fiercely. She needed him to touch her everywhere.

“Will you take off your top for me? I want to see your breasts in the moonlight.”

“Someone will see.” The idea seemed so outrageous and yet she longed to be naked, caressed by his hand and the moonlight.

“There’s no one around, chulita.”

The exotic word sent shivers through her, though she could only guess what it meant.

He urged her top up and Emma pulled one arm out of her sleeve and then the other. She dropped it carelessly onto the sand as Andres lowered his face to her breasts. He used both hands to caress her nipples and then he took one of them into his mouth and suckled her. She curled her toes in the sand, while clinging to his shoulders, his shirt buttons hard against her naked stomach. When he laved the other nipple the breeze teased her and she shuddered.

Sensation lapped her in waves. She held on tighter.

“You taste so good, chula. Do you taste this good everywhere?”

She didn’t know how to answer him. How far did they dare to go? What did he want? As if in answer to her question he ran his hands down her naked abdomen, briefly teasing the sensitive skin at her navel, and then slid them around her hips, to cup her bottom. Pressed against his erection, Emma nestled closer. The little short skirt was hiked up between them and his hand stroked her cheeks, exposed by her thong.

“Ah, this is nice. I like the thong. I’d like to move it aside and tease the sweet flesh beneath it.”

Emma gasped the word this time. “Please.”

Andres took her mouth even more deeply and she melted against him. She would give him everything if he just slid his fingers closer to where she needed them to be.

Please just touch me there.

Those clever fingers must have read her mind because he ran them over the silk of her thong.

Once. Then again. Until the material was thoroughly saturated.

“You like this, chulita. I can feel you shudder sweetly beneath my hand.”

Unable even to nod, knees barely supporting her, arms wrapped around his shoulders, Emma held on for dear life. And when his fingers finally pushed the thong aside and teased her clitoris, she almost sobbed.

He stroked her, murmuring Spanish words in her ear, holding her securely as she approached the edge.

And then pulling back.

The thong slid into place, now a very sensitive place, and her hips twitched. She would have protested but he teased her nipple with clever fingers, pulling gently, then kneading.

She tried to gasp and catch her breath at the same time. Could she protest that he hadn’t satisfied her? She certainly wanted him to.

“You’re so sweet, chulita. So seductive. Like the cream on those sweet drinks you like so well.” He lowered his head to take her nipple into his mouth, and at the same time he slid his hand back down to nestle on top of the thong.

Emma couldn’t resist. She ran her hand over the front of his shorts. His erection was huge and she pushed against it, rubbing him, wishing there were somewhere that they could have sex, the kind of sex where he was deep inside her.

He groaned, then pushed the thong all the way down until it caught on the bend of one of her knees.

Emma’s breath swooshed out of her as she realized they needed a condom. How could she have left the room without one? She just hadn’t thought…“I don’t have any protection with me,” she whispered, wanting to cry at the thought of him dumping her on the sand to find a woman that would satisfy him.

That huge erection, those exotic love words…all she wanted was to lie down in the sand and have him for herself. But the risks lined up like bullets in her head.

“Shh, chula. I’ll take care of you.”

She held her breath, afraid, intrigued and hoping he meant that he had a condom and not that she would have to fend him off.

His fingers brushed against the surface of her clit, teasing.

Emma forgot the condom problem. She arched against his fingers, whimpering, begging with her body language for something she’d never be able to ask for with words.

He pushed his fingers inside of her, deeper. She pushed back, wanting him. She rubbed his cock beneath his shorts with short hard strokes, imagining it inside her.

He stroked her in an uneven, thrusting rhythm that was somehow just right. Deep, hard and yet she felt secure enough in his grasp to let go to the point where she couldn’t think, could only push back with her hips against that incredible pressure.

He said something more in what she assumed was Spanish. She begged, almost sobbing with need and on the verge of something miraculous.

“Come for me, amorsito.”

She crested with a little scream.

Emma could barely lift her head. Her thong had fallen to the sand, her body throbbed, and her breasts burned, with the breeze still teasing them.

He held her close, petting her butt cheeks, pulling her skirt down, caressing her quivering belly.

Breathing hard, she tried to orient herself. She was on a beach with a stranger who’d just given her a mind-blowing orgasm. Surprisingly, Emma didn’t want to waste time examining anything. What she did wonder was if it had to be over or could they…

Her watch beeped.