Waking from what seems to be a rest of a thousand years, so at peace with eyes closed still, not wanting to see the intrusive light that seems to beat down on her. Slowly raising her lashes, opening so slowly as she stretches with a soft sigh of aching pleasure that still seems to fill her. Eyes the vivid green that are as dark as a evergreen forest at sunset, she gives a little cry as she finds herself on the lounger alone, dressed again with morning sun warming her skin. The thin tank and sleep shorts on her body, a bit twisted but for sure on her. Her eyes darken with confusion even as she pulls a hand through her short dark hair. Sitting up with a start and with cold chill curling in the pit of her belly, she scans the area on the beach, a searching sort of manner. Seeing just a few early morning sunbathers and a pair splashing in the surf crashing its way up slowly closer to her chair in the cabana, she gets up quickly. Movements jerky and nervous as she wraps her arms around her, the room key in her sleep short pocket, she hurries away with her head down.
Toes and heels digging in the warm sand as she makes haste for the patio doors of her room, key carding her way in through the glass door, pushing aside the sheer curtain, then closing it and the heavy curtain behind her too. Leaning against the wall next to the patio doors, she sinks slowly down as tears run down her cheeks. Hitting the floor with a bump, she trembles as a sob tries to tear up through her closing throat. Fighting it back and down by sheer force of will, she stays, curls onto her side, letting the tears flow, hand stuffed into her mouth to stifle any sound that might escape her. Berating herself in her head for being ten different kinds of a fool while even wondering if any of it was even real. Her coming to grips of finding herself alone, she forces her body to lever up off the cool teak wood floor. Feeling a tender ache deep inside, realizing it was all real, she sobs anew and hurries to the shower. able to smell him on her, his aftershave clinging to her skin, smelling the sex on herself. Turning the water on steaming hot and strips her clothes off, she gets in to stand there under the burning spray.
Standing there under the spray raining down in her head, bare feet on the tile as she shakes, leaning her weight against the cool marble wall, she cries until there is nothing left it seems. Raking fingers through her hair, she washes it seems on autopilot, her favorite scent reviving her it seems a bit, tea tree oil infused in her shampoo and soap, she lathers, then lets the water rinse the suds off her body. Eyes closed as she turns the temperature down on the water, twisting the knob a bit until it cools on her over heated flesh. Twisting the knob off of the faucet, she steps out with eyes closed groping for a towel on the rack. Hitting soft terry cloth, she covers herself with it, eyes closed as she dries her face, then tousles her hair a bit with the towel, wrapping it around her body. Opening her eyes, she finds her vision filled by the sight of the man leaning against the doorway of the bath, one leg crossed before the other, looking for all the world as if he belongs there.
His shirt loose about his body, open at the neckline, pants hanging low on his hips, dark denim that seems to outline every line of his body. Her mouth watering as she looks him up and down. Wanting curling low in her belly despite her simmering emotion, she fists her hands on the towel, holding it in front of her like a shield. When his cruelly sensual lips part to speak, she seems to sway, that voice, low and deep making her toes curl even as she feels a hot flood on her thighs. Speaking slowly, his voice warm "Morning Mine." uttered by him.
Rage blazing in her eyes at his sardonic smile pushing that emotion over the edge. Something in her seeming to break, she takes the towel off and throws it at him with whatever force she can muster. It hitting him square in the face, his look of shock in his glittering blue eyes before the towel lands square in it giving her a perverse satisfaction. She rushes the doorway, hoping to slip through and past him when his arm snakes around her waist and pulls her to him, into his embrace. Other hand throwing the towel to the ground, then encircling her too, to tangle those fingers into her hair, forcing her head back. Lips captured in a searing kiss, she arches even as her palms press with nails digging into his chest to try to push him away. Lips clinging to his, parting under the pressure as tongues meet, seeking one another, her mind screaming at once both "Stop!" and "God More!"
Body going aflame like a match struck anew, fueled by both her rage and growing passion, she drags her hands from his chest to tangle in his hair. His answering growl of desire nearly throwing her over the edge into spastic pleasure, he grips her by the hips, pushing then lifting her along the wall, cold tile on her back, his rock hard body imprisoning her against it. He reaches down, undoing his button and zipper, hearing it like a hiss as his head descends from her lips to capture one tight peak. Throbbing in his mouth as he nips then suckles it hard into the fiery cavern of his mouth, tongue lashing the nipple back and forth. His one hand moving, pulling his stiff cock free, he moves and fills her in one single deep thrust. Rocking his hips to push deeper each time, stretching her sheath that grips him like a liquid hot silk glove. Pumping with fierce possessive need as she cries out, her pussy clenching around him as the spasms grow, building to a peak that steals her breath.
His hold on her tightening as he pumps with savage force into her willing body, feeling the delicious friction of his cock working in and out of her, thighs wrapped around his hips, her nails raking down his back as she cries out with passion for every inch of his taking her. His growls of passion raising the hair on the back of her neck, deepening the awareness of him to such a degree, she is unable to stop or stem the flood that comes, soaking his shaft, running down his thighs as she cums with the pure and utter helplessness of a girl knowing herself taken completely. Pussy clenching onto his cock, as he groans to feel the hot juices of her surrender to him, pulling from her nipple, stretching it until it pops free. His hisses in her ear "You will pay for that my little vixen!"
With his words, the thrusts grow more savage, pounding into her pussy with such ferocity, she is sobbing, tears running freely down her cheeks. When he pulls from her creaming pussy to position his cock head just at the entrance to her tight pucker, she shakes while looking up into his eyes. His blue eyes like deep ocean ice when he begins to ease up into her dark passage, the muscles protesting as she screams, the burning too much, she beats on his shoulders with small fists. Inch by searing inch he stretches her asshole around his thick shaft, hard as steel, unyielding as he will take what he will of her. Her entire body tensing, the burning too much for her senses to bear, she cums just as he pushes through the tight ring and seats himself deep into her dark hole. The forbidden taken by him, her ass ring clinging, sucking at his cock as he waits for her body to adjust to the invasion.
The intensity building in them both until she breaks, utterly shatters in his arms as her pussy and ass muscles clench to milk at his cock. Body begging for more as her juices erupt to run down, splashing onto his balls, some going so far as to pool on the floor at the base of the wall. He begins to thrust with a growl seeming to be torn from his lips, a pull back to then thrust up into her. Her writhing on his shaft, ring squeezing his length, begging for every inch he feeds into her ass like a piston. Able to feel every throbbing ridge and vein of his thick shaft, her head thrown back with wild sounding cries of need that leave her panting, breathless, begging for it. Her hands going from beating at to digging into his shoulders, he pushes into her ass hard, trapped between his rock hard body and the wall, thighs wrapped around his hips, ankles locked together. His hands leave her ass cheeks to grab both her hands to pull, jerking them to be held over her head "Who owns your ass Baby girl?" he hisses in her ear.
