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My neck goes weak. His lips take small pinches that turn into kisses and are now pressing hotly against my lips. Waves of pleasure I have never received in my life. I am falling into him like molten wax being poured into a beautiful hard glass sculptor. As press back on to his lips, his hungry tongue playfully enters the space between our mouths, wedging its way and spearing the space between my upper and lower lip. His chest heaves and I tingle to the rumble in his powerful throat and chest. I can’t keep his tongue out of me much longer, and he is relentless, licking, knocking, with a growing urgency, as if he wants to swallow me. My tongue has come alive in a way that I have never experienced. My tongue wants to meet his tongue, and my lips can no longer control the rebellion of my senses. I open my mouth slightly, and his hot tongue stabs the opening, colliding against my front teeth, grazing playfully against them.
Oh god what did I just let into me?
His explorations clearly convey that he wants more. I open my mouth further, and his hungry tongue has completely invaded my mouth. His tongue darts to the roof of my mouth, probably tasting margarita and wet slippery skin.
“Mm, your mouth is so delicious,” He mumbles, sending vibrations into my throat, down to my stomach.
I gather the strength to pull back a little to speak my mind, which is not clearly working.
“I don’t know you. We shouldn’t be…”
“You mean we shouldn’t be doing this?” He asks with the devil’s mischief. “Should I stop this?” He is kissing the corners of my mouth. Softly, he bites my chin. I lower my head to find his lips. I cannot resist this dream of a man. Maybe just one last kiss and run away. But my body wants to stay here in this hot tub, attached to his massive, muscular chest.
Oh God, the warmth of him is so satisfying.
Our tongues crash into each other for an exchange. The small bits of conversation had been collecting into a reservoir of desire. Obviously, the exchange we had downstairs, the banter, the playful healing. Rubbing his chest was not everything. The rest is being communicated in hot kisses and pleasure filled caresses. I have not been with a man for some years. A dam that had held back a river of desire has been broken with his hot kisses. The flow of heated, salty, minty pleasure from him into my mouth is like some possessive force I have never met before. Is this a kiss? Or an invasion that I have shamelessly welcomed. I have never been kissed like this and my head is deliciously dizzy- delirious. The pleasure itself justifies what I have allowed him to do. The pleasure is in charge.
When he presses another hand just above my waist, pulling me even closer to crash and sink into his firm body, I gasp with surprise.
“This is not the place…”
“Do you want me to stop?”
The demons of desire speak for me again. “No.”
My permission energizes his muscular body as he pushes me against the pool wall. A jet spray is deliciously spurting hot water on to my back just below my waist. From the front, the real pleasure. He grinds into me, and I enjoy the rub of his growing hardness against me, growing large. The only thing between his manhood and my core is my bathing suit and the wet fabric of his swimming trunks. His fingers slide and rub against my thighs as they find the edge of my bathing suit. He urgently grabs the edge, moving it aside. I am now naked down there, yet, as the hot water washes into the bare skin between my thighs, my skin welcomes the rush of liquid heat.
“Oh, that feels hot!” I squeal out, which brings a smile of mischief on his face.
The hot, foamy water is not the only thing I experience between my thighs, my core now fully exposed underneath the water. His fingers rub against my inner thighs, making their way to my hot, hungry center. His thumb grazes my core, and his other hand slides back beneath the bathing suit, cupping and squeezing my ass.
Oh God, this is a Devil’s paradise, and I want to be punished with pleasure.
When his fingers bump with the edge of my cleft, the touch of his fingers is irresistible. Pleasure fills my body and spills out of my mouth.
“Oh, gosh.”
I let out another moan.
He breathes harder, faster. His hungry kisses fall all over my neck.
The warm, hard touch of his powerful hands on the bare skin of my ass is making me lose my mind. I fall back into him, gifting his fingers with more of my flesh, I push into him as he receives the gift of my enthusiastic participation. Both his hands are waking up something in me, like a trail of torches, one lighting the other, spark after unending spark.
“Sir, I am very sorry, sir, but you are needed on the yacht.”
It is the voice coming on an intercom device lying near a beach chair, along with a heap of clothes. The beeping sound shows that it is some kind of walkie-talkie.
I reluctantly pull back from him, which going by his voice annoys him further.
“What the hell James, what could be this damn important?”
The voice on the device becomes apologetic, some chatter about broken agreements.
I am suddenly brought back to the real world. The intrusion is enough to crash me back to my senses. What on earth am I doing in a whirlpool with a stranger? I place both hands on his muscular chest, wanting to keep my hands there longer, appreciating the warmth of his skin, and push him off me. He glides away, taking all his pleasure giving beauty with him.
“Wait, listen, I have to deal with this, but we can meet after...” He exhales in disappointment.
My whole-body tingles, but I am out of the pool and grab one of the freshly folded towels piled neatly next to the whirlpool. The spontaneity of this beautiful moment is shattered. I want to end this on my own terms. I loved every minute of it, no, every moment, every touch. I want this to remain a memory that delightfully entered my life. I want to remember him and only him.
