She had talked about it, dreamt about it for almost a year.. going on an actual vacation with him. Him and her alone, no phones, no spouses with questioning conversations. They had been seeing each other for 1 ½ years and had only been able to steal away a few days at a time. Then it finally happened, he asked her to go away with him, just the 2 of them for 10 days... alone in paradise.
They had gone for a walk on the beach to town to eat lunch. As their passion for each other was at a peak from the days of lovemaking they could not keep from touching each other as they walked along, a couple that saw only each other and not those around them, oblivious to those that stared. Because the people along the way stared, not only because his hand lingered on her breast longer than need be; or that her hand was constantly touching his cock but because this was a handsome couple. Women stared in disbelief at their openness while men stared in envy.
They picked a restaurant where the tables were on the beach and as they ate their lunch... he absently pinched her nipple while she stroked his cock. It was all they could do to get back to their bungalow before they fell into each other's arms tugging at each other's clothes.
But, I'm getting ahead of myself. I wanted to paint you a picture of the paradise that was theirs. After going back and forth about where they would actually go they finally decided on a Central America country. As was his way with her, he spared no expense to make this vacation perfect. They chose, what they thought was a well-secluded resort. The room had a sitting area and a large platform where the bed took center stage. The room, arranged in an angle, boasted floor to ceiling windows. Since the resort was on the ocean the top of the windows were screens only with no glass. And, outside in the back of the bungalow was a shower. For months, they fantasized...
On their return to the bungalow, they were barely able to open the door and as they fell on the bed, she gave a muffled cry, from both pleasure and shock. She felt the instant heat and the instant need for him. Desperate for more she tugged at his clothing. The weight of him pushing her into the bed, the feel of his body filled her. She felt as though she would die if she could not feel his strength inside her. She could feel her nipples throb as if his mouth had already claimed them.
"Hurry" she said, "I need to touch you.."
The hot steam of lust flooded through him, clawed at his throat and loins. In one rough move, he was on top of her, caging her wrists in his hand then yanked her arms over her head. Even as she struggled for freedom he crushed his mouths on hers, devouring, taking greedy swallows of her ragged breaths until they turned into moans.
"Let go of my hands," she said breathlessly.
"No, you'll take what I give you now and won't think of anything but what I'm doing to you." With his free hand, he opened the buttons of her shirt, one at a time, letting his fingertip graze flesh as he moved from one button to the next exposing her.
