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Shallow breath and rapid pulse, champagne blood rushes through my limbs, concentrating and knotting at the delicious tension he’s creating between my legs, begging for satisfaction. The waiter comes back with the dessert tray. And oh sweet mercy help me, I still can’t pull away. Even as the waiter looks me in the face. I meet his eyes, he’s explaining the desserts, pointing to samples on the tray, and Javier keeps working his fingers rhythmically over my engorged clit. I tell myself the waiter can’t possibly know what’s going on as long as I keep it cool. Yes, Javier’s nuzzling my neck, but the waiter can’t see his hands under the table, beneath the tablecloth, especially in this flickering light. I can do this, I can hold it together.
But as the waiter starts reciting the menu, Javier picks up the pace, moving quick and firm, taking me higher, higher. God, this is awful, I’m close to getting off, I should stop this but I can’t, it’s within reach, it’s just too good. I stay still, dropping my eyes to hide the telltale twitches. And when the waiter finishes his descriptions, just as I’m on the edge, Javier stops his movements. I can’t stop myself, I just can’t help it, my back arches and my pelvis pushes forward, seeking satisfaction, pressing myself, subtly grinding against his hand.
He moves his fingers away, pulling up slightly, rubbing small circles against the base of my stomach as he orders us a chocolate torte to share. It’s horrible, even worse than the tantalizing indiscretion was, my nerves are screaming for release, my whole body in a knot and head swimming. The waiter takes his leave and instead of putting his hand back between my legs and finishing me off, Javier removes it completely. Languidly, he brings his fingers to his mouth and licks them with a satisfied smile, telling me I’m sweeter than any dessert.
Now I can’t decide if I want to fuck him or claw his eyes out. I slowly come back down as he feeds me the cake, adding a sinfully delicious balance of sweetness to round out the spice and heat of the meal. And by the time we walk back to the hotel, I’m melting to him as he holds a strong arm around my waist, leading me up the marble staircase and through the dimly lit hallway.
Once inside, I nod to the bed, but he wanders out to the balcony and beckons me to join him. We have a panoramic view of the ocean, poss
ibly concealing not-yet-forgotten treasures of a mythical civilization below. I slide into his arms and kiss him deeply, full tongue, arms around his neck. He responds, running his hands up and down my scantily clad back.
Releasing his neck, I reach down and unbuckle his belt, unzip his pants. I dive beneath his clothes and take hold of him, hot and hard already, caressing the silky hardness that I’m already burning for. Just moments after I start pumping him, he pulls my hands away and sets them around his neck again. His hands stroke my back, his kisses fall on my throat, my chest, he sucks deliberately on a nipple, sending silvery spikes of pleasure down my spine. I press against him, now shamelessly rubbing myself against his erection, the friction alone amping me up.
I can feel the tension building in him, palpable waves of lust coming from him. He brushes my hair aside; the breeze cools my neck as he warms it, massaging it with those strong, sure fingers. He runs a finger down my spine, his hands caressing the cheeks of my ass. I groan with desire, reach down and take hold of him and stroke demandingly on his erection. But he whispers in my ear, “Por favor, Americana. Suare.”
And then he kisses me. Strong and deep, stopping to mumble, “Señorita bonita,” into my mouth, and then kissing me some more.
My knees go weak.
No one’s been able to do that to me since I was a teenager. My Hitachi Magic Wand has never done it.
This guy, Javier, he’s done it.
I bite my lip and finally understand.
We humans, we haven’t fucked up everything just yet.
So I bend to his touch, letting the insistent buzz between my legs build while concentrating on his touches on my shoulder. His fingers curve, the slightest rake of nail teasing my skin, feeling electric everywhere Javier touches me, making everywhere else want the same attention. Twining my fingers in his hair, the soft ringlets tickle my palms; his eyelashes flutter against my cheeks when he kisses my ear. I kiss his sinewy throat and he moans, I trace the lines of muscle on his back with my fingertips, taste the brine of his lips on my tongue. His skin is warm and smooth, the musky smell intensifying as he heats up.
When he finally picks me up and carries me to the bed, I’m not just pulsing between my legs. My whole body is attuned, my slick skin smells like him, just as he’s tinged with me. Finally, lying on top of him; he puts a hand behind my head and draws me in for an extended kiss. As his tongue thrusts into my mouth I straddle his hips. One hand on my neck, insisting on kissing me, tonguing me, with his other hand he lines himself up and finally, mercifully enters me with a forceful thrust.
Just like the rest, he takes his time. Pushing into me, rubbing against me, until I have to beg him not to stop. Finally, mercifully, he sets a pace that puts all my hypersensitive nerves on edge. The orgasm builds, and when I come the shock and shiver isn’t just a release in my cunt, though that’s the epicenter of sensation. Tiny shivers sweep across my body, reverberating through my limbs, shaking through my core and up my spine, radiating outward.
Even after he comes, I can see the devilish glint in his now exhausted eyes as he flips onto his back, one hand reached over, stroking my stomach.
He says to me, “Cuba. Some say it’s the last romantic remnant of Atlantis. But all our treasures are forbidden to Americans.”
“I know,” I say. Admitting, “That’s why I came here.”
“It was worth it?” he asks. “You have found what you were seeking?”
Outside, the soft misty light of dawn illuminates the quiet blue of the sea, a diffuse glow that’s never able to reveal what’s supposedly sunk beneath. Built for love, then destroyed in vengeance when it became corrupted with power and greed, Atlantis was forever lost. I wander out to the balcony to watch the day begin, filled with a magical hope that I thought had been permanently eroded. Americans aren’t supposed to travel here because of the politics. What could a Caribbean island offer that we don’t already have anyhow? But I did find something here. Something perhaps not forbidden in our culture of haste, but something rapidly getting lost.
It’s already humid outside, a penetrating, sultry heat. Before long, the sun will intensify and warm the day, but the mild brisa will keep it in harmony, much like the sweetness of rum complements its heat. Then, it will be beautiful. But right now, for a few lingering moments, it’s perfection.
I go back inside, stretch myself next to Javier. I run my hand along his chest, slowly, carefully.
I sigh.
I Want You
Te deseo
William Fredrick Cooper
Te deseo.
I have to tell her so. The sun-kissed beige complexion, close-cropped black hair and beautiful hazel eyes captured me first, but her magnificent movement on the dance floor has the veins in my dick rearranging themselves, aroused in anticipation.
