Regina stared out into the night from the balcony of her hotel suite. Her eyes were mesmerized by the ocean's dance as it swayed to the rhythmic tune sang by the wind. The pale reflection of the moon's glow shimmered on the waves as they played a game of tag with the shore. They would rush in and briefly touch the white sand before quickly retreating to the sea.
Behind her, she heard the bed moan for a moment, and then stop. She clamped her eyes shut, as if the gesture would make her invisible. "I shouldn't be here." She repeated to herself as heavy, bare footed steps approached her. Within a few seconds, she felt gentle hands lovingly rub each of her naked shoulders.
"Whatcha thinking about?" Brian asked as he laid a soft kiss on her collarbone. The touch of his lips sent a shiver down her back.
"Nothing." Regina lied effortlessly, never turning away from the serene scene before her.
She seemed to be doing an awful lot of that lately; lying. Lying to Brian, lying to her family, lying to the fucking busboy who brought their bags up. If she was honest, she'd even been lying to herself.
Honesty. The word seemed like it belonged in a museum; a relic of things that were once important. Things like honor and trustworthiness belonged in another century.
She shook those evil thoughts away. They had no place here. This was a vacation; a chance to get away from it all. She'd left all the hostility at the airport.
But, had she really? No matter how hard she tried, she was never rid of it. Lately, it clung to her like a small child needing to be fed. It's food of choice was the anger and resentment that she stored inside of her.
That child ate good.
Brian kissed along all the vulnerable spots on her neck. The prickly stubble from the tiny hairs on his jawline tickled as he did that.
Regina tilted her head to give him more access. He took the invitation and nibbled on her greedily. His hands slid down the smoothness of her arms, and then took a detour to her stomach.
They didn't stay there long, though. They lightly grazed the skin around her ribcage, and then proceeded to travel upwards. The stomach wasn't their destination; it was a convenient path to get where they really wanted to be: her breasts.
He cupped each breast in a hand and squeezed their softness as his kisses now found their way to her ears. Her eyes closed and her back arched, as if she were trying to push herself into him. Fingers teased her as they circled her nipples, which had extended. They begged to be pinched and twisted. When Brian finally did that, tiny goosebumps popped up on her arms.
He needed to see her face, so he spun her around and locked his arms around her waist. Their eyes met for a moment before Regina grabbed his head to cradle him into her neck. She did this for two reasons: to communicate to him that she wanted him to keep kissing there, and to avoid his stare. He looked at her so lovingly, and with so much desire. To be looked at like that by him made this too complicated. She didn't need complicated right now; his baser instincts would do just fine.
"God, you're fucking sexy!" he groaned as his hands slid down her back to cup her bare ass. Her eyes squeezed shut as she silently begged him to stop talking. She didn't want to see or hear him. She just needed to be fucked.
No, that's not right. There she went, lying to herself again. She didn't really need to be fucked. What she needed was escape; to feel better, even for just a moment.
His cock would hopefully serve that purpose.
"Fuck me, Brian." Regina whispered in his ear, making her private thoughts audible. Using the grip that he had on her ass, he hoisted her up. Her legs wrapped around his back and locked at the ankles.
He carried her to the king-sized bed to do as she commanded him to. Despite this being the third time that they'd had sex in the last 6 hours, he was hard and ready. This weekend had been a long time coming, and he planned to stick his cock in her as many times as she was willing.
The two of them breathed feverishly as they explored each other's mouths. When Brian felt his knees touch the mattress, he threw Regina down on the bed. She scooted backwards to give him room, then laid there with her legs splayed open. The neat patch of hair pointed to the lips of her womanhood, beckoning him to join her on the bed.
He didn't want to rush. There was no need to; they had all weekend. He'd already felt the soft, wet folds of her pussy wrapped around his cock twice today. Now, he wanted to taste her; to smell her; to make her come on his face.
As if kneeling to pray before her, he fell to his knees. His arms snaked under her thighs and grabbed them, giving him the leverage to pull her forward. The musky scent of her arousal met him, and he breathed it in. When he looked up, he found her sitting up on her elbows looking back at him, as if she were waiting to see what he was going to do next.
Instead of just going for it, he decided to tease her a little. His lips found the hot, smooth skin of her inner thighs. He kissed there again and again with soft pecks, inching closer and closer to her pussy. Just when the next move was direct contact, he switched legs and started again.
Just when she thought that he wasn't really going to do it, he opened his mouth and released his tongue to do its bidding.
Her surprised gasps made her throw her head back into the mattress. Wet sounds came from between her legs as he hungrily feasted on a meal that very few get to enjoy. Her fingers curled under her and clutched a handful of crumpled bed sheets.
"Oh God! I'm gonna come!" she said, not even a few minutes later as she felt it rapidly building inside of her. It had been a while since anyone's mouth had explored her like this. His tongue, that blessed tongue, worked on her continuously. Her legs started shaking and she felt her body losing control.
"Right there! Right there!" she chanted in a begging whisper as one of her hands rubbed his head. The other one pinched her nipple to drive her closer to orgasm.
In this moment, which was an alternate universe set apart from the misery of her reality, she was in love with this man. It was a fleeting feeling that would be gone in a few minutes, but right now, it was as real as if they'd been married 10 years.
Her orgasm exploded inside of her with the force of a lightning strike. She clamped her hand around the back of his head ground her pussy into his face as she yelled out. As it tried to subside, heavy breaths came from her mouth.
He didn't stop licking her though. Even as she was coming, he kept up his attack on her clit with expertly paced tongue flicks.
Extreme pleasure soon turned into torture. It felt so good; too good in fact. She couldn't handle it. Her body was unable to descend from the high because it was so sensitive to the touch that it felt like she was going to pass out if he kept eating her.
