LusitanianStud (6 page)

Diogo obliged as he too got closer and closer, his frantic
thrusts and his continuous groans heralding his impending orgasm. Lifting my
leg, he put it over his shoulder, again changing the angle of penetration and I
cried out loud, the sensation achingly wonderful. Reaching down, Diogo rubbed a
thumb over my clit and I went flying over the edge, screaming, taking him along
with me, his whole body jerking and quaking as he came.

“Oh
damn
, Sarah!” His arms buckled and he collapsed
on me, panting.

I lay limp against the cushions for a few moments before I
opened my eyes and stared at the beautiful open-beam ceiling. With Diogo’s
deliciously heavy body covering mine, I listened to the sigh of his breathing
as it steadied.

Once he regained some strength, he lifted himself up on one
elbow and looked down at me.

“Are you okay?”

More than okay
. I smiled and nodded, words failing
me.

He lowered his head and gently rubbed his lips over mine. “How
about a shower, then?”

I nodded again, the lump in my throat preventing the words
from coming out.

“The cat got your tongue?” he teased, nipping my jaw and
neck as I squirmed and kissed him back.

“Nice room,” I said at last.

He laughed. “Come on, gorgeous, let me show you my nice shower…and
what we can do in it,” he said, looking smug. Rising, he offered me a hand,
which I took, and followed him into the bathroom.

I watched women flocking to Diogo with ready smiles and
obvious intentions, and my heart ached with a burst of jealousy. Since arriving
at the Flying Horse Country Club for its annual prize-giving dinner I had been
surrounded by members of the organizing committee and their spouses, mostly
middle-aged men and women. From the corner of my eye I noticed young women—and
some not-so-young ones—suck up to Diogo, their returning national hero since
winning a very honorable second place in an international competition, putting
their town and club firmly on the map.

This was the first time I was meeting him in a week. After
spending an entire afternoon and evening having sex, Diogo had announced his
immediate and unavoidable trip to Dubai the following day. He had told me he
needed to tie up some loose ends and offered no further explanation, and I couldn’t
help wondering if the “loose end” was of a romantic nature. Following the most
mind-blowing lovemaking of my life, discussing his relationships had not been
my first priority, hence my insecurity on the real reason for his journey.

A week on and I still shuddered with the memories of those
highly intense, sensual hours. God, who would have known I’d experience again
the magic of Diogo’s lovemaking? We’d been so hot and insatiable for each other
we’d run out of condoms.

During a lull between highly passionate intimacies, Diogo
had explained the whole misunderstanding involving him with the Arabian
princess, the daughter of the prince to whom he’d sold a Lusitanian stud.
Apparently they had gone on a couple of dates and because of her royal status,
a number of photos of them leaving a restaurant had made headlines in some
magazines and the announcement of their engagement was expected to follow
shortly. That must have been why my grandmother assumed they were engaged. The question
of why I hadn’t heard from him in seven years remained unanswered, as he didn’t
offer a reason and I didn’t have the guts to ask, though he did say he never
loved another woman the way he’d loved me.

“You look lovely tonight.”

I trembled at the sound of his voice, my entire body flushing
with warmth, and I hadn’t even turned to look at him. When I did it felt as if
I’d been clubbed. Why did he have to be so sexy? Tall, dark and handsome,
especially in formal clothes… There was something fierce about his Latin-lover
looks that stirred spine-tingling sensations in me, adding to his sexual
allure.

“I bet you’ve said that to every woman in the room.”

He smiled, white teeth flashing across his gorgeous face. “But
I didn’t mean it.” His beautiful gaze flickered from my face down my body, clad
in a draped cowl dress that hugged me like a glove. My breath caught and it
took an effort to force out a response. “I’m sure.”

He chuckled. “What are you doing later?” he asked, his
expression mirthful as his gaze locked with mine.

Sensations zinged through me, making my tight peaks sting,
and I crossed my arms high on my chest. “I’m going on a date with a tall, dark,
handsome man who promised me a good time,” I answered playfully.

“And did you believe him?” Diogo rasped in my ear as he
pulled me into his arms and led me to the dance floor where other couples
already gyrated to the sound of the slow, driving beat of a rumba.

The ballroom-dancing classes I’d taken to please my Colombian-born
friend Eliana helped me keep up with the sensual movements of my strong,
gorgeous lover. His luscious stares made me feel sexy and appreciated, and I
blossomed and gained confidence as the dance progressed, teasing and
tantalizing him with my hip movements and sharp eye contact.

“You’re going to pay for this…” he muttered as he drew me in
his arms.

I certainly hoped so.

The intensity of my need for him worried me. What if he
stopped wanting to be with me? So far his eagerness seemed to match mine, but I
hardly knew him anymore. If we continued to see each other I’d have to make
sure I kept my guard up to protect my heart. After all, I was returning to the
States at the end of the summer, and I knew from experience he wouldn’t follow
me there.

Over his shoulder I spotted Eduarda beaming at us. In her I
had an ally I could count on, and that was more than Diogo had ever received
from my family.

We finished the dance with the whole room watching, my
arousal at a record high.

“We’ll resume this dance later on,” Diogo whispered in my
ear as we moved off the dance floor. Images of our naked bodies as we loved
each other flooded my mind and my heart skipped a beat.
Oh boy.

* * * * *

A couple of hours later we were back in his studio for what
I hoped would be a repeat performance of the previous week. Still high on
champagne and the hype of a successful evening, I was almost hypnotized by
Diogo’s movements as he caressed the sensitive nape of my neck. Slowly, he slid
my body-hugging dress from my shoulders, holding me spellbound with
anticipation for more exquisite and intimate touches.

“Finally alone,” he murmured, his gaze flickering over the
exposed skin of my collarbone and the swell of my breasts clad in ivory lace. “You’re
still the most beautiful woman I’ve ever known,” he said with fervent wonder,
his eyes dark with passion. “And I’ve missed you something fierce.”

When? Last week or in the past seven years?

He lowered his head to my shoulder and languidly rubbed his
lips over my skin. The slow, teasing touch shot heat up my neck and face. My
breath hitched in a way that made him halt and look at me.

“You make me feel beautiful,” I admitted sheepishly. “And
hot.”

He smiled as he palmed one breast. Ripples of heat raced
under my skin and I couldn’t help myself. I took his face and held it at an
angle as I kissed his sexy mouth with all the passion he’d unleashed in me.

One hand on my neck, the other low on my back, he pulled me
tight against his magnificent strong body and rigid shaft, and I began to come
unhinged. He slid his agile fingers into my panties, searching and caressing
the drenched folds of my pussy. Finding me moist and ready, he rubbed the nub
at the center. I gasped and bucked against his hand. Soothing me with a murmur,
Diogo eased me onto the bed, and placing his mouth on my breast, he stroked me,
the rhythm of his fingers matching that of his tongue on my nipple. The hungry
assault of his lips and fingers on me tore away the last of my qualms over the
sanity of letting myself fall in love with him anew.

Too late now
. I was already deeply in love with him.
Again.

My breath shot in and out and my chest heaved as he touched
me with assertive knowledge of my body, sending me into a frenzy. He pulled his
hand from under my dress and with a few efficient tugs removed all my clothes
and then his. Sprawled naked on his bed, I opened my knees to give him access
and he filled me with one long groan. I threw my head back and arched into him
with ecstasy, crying aloud. He gripped my hips, undulating into my body with
agonizing slowness and shocking depth. I clawed at his back, tightening around
him, crying out his name, my nerve endings tingling with awareness of a
fulfillment that could only be achieved with him.

With one last lunge into my contracting pussy, he gritted
his teeth and let the orgasm take him. While pulsing he emptied himself deep
inside me, then collapsed, his face buried in my hair, his body heavy and
pressing me into the mattress.

A moment later he muttered something that sounded very much
like, “That fucking rumba…”

I snorted a laugh and pressed my cheek to his head and let
myself imagine a lifetime of lovemaking with him.

Glorious!

Suddenly he drew himself up on his forearms and stared at
me, his expression preoccupied, his brows drawn closed. “I forgot to use a
condom.”

I relaxed, as I knew I could easily reassure him on that
score, having been on the Pill for some time to ease my painful cramps. “No
worries, I’m on the Pill.”

I thought he would be relieved by the news. Instead my
announcement brought on the completely opposite reaction. I watched his worried
frown turned into a scowl. “Why?”

“Why?”

“Yeah, why are you on the Pill? Are you seeing someone?”

My first thought was to deny any involvement, then hoping
his reaction was driven by jealousy, I decided to play the odds and tease him a
bit. “I might be.”

He rolled off me and sat on the edge of the bed. “Which one
is it? Yes or no?” he demanded, turning to look at me.

I sat up and leaned against the headboard. I calmly brought
my knees to my chest and circled them with my arms. “I don’t know.”

That seemed to throw him. His scowl turned into a glare. “Are
you mocking me?”

I wondered just how far I could take it before he turned the
joke on me. “No, I just don’t know where I stand with you.”

Understanding flashed across his face as the corners of his
mouth lifted. “You had me there for a moment,” he admitted, seemingly relieved.
His long fingers cupped my face before he rolled his lips over mine. “You mean
everything to me, Sarah,” he said.

Sheer happiness engulfed me. The impulse to throw myself in
his arms and declare my love for him was huge. There were, however, still
issues we hadn’t discussed or resolved, and until I’d heard straight from his
mouth why he had so rapidly given up on me, I couldn’t trust him completely.
His next words took my breath away.

“I realize I just can’t ask you to leave your life in the
States and come live here with me, but perhaps we could try a long-distance
relationship and see how it goes.”

I sucked in a breath, shocked by the enormity of what he was
offering me, thrilled by the meaning of it. He wanted us to carry on seeing
each other. This wasn’t just a summer fling, he wanted to commit. To me. Oh
dear God, how many times I’d dreamed of hearing those words, only to wake up to
the harsh reality it had only been a dream. It was no longer a fantasy. This
was for real, and there was nobody, nothing that would keep us apart this time.

“Yes, you can!”

His eyes widened. “You would give up the States?”

“If you loved me,” I said, my eyes filling with tears.

Diogo opened his arms and I crawled into his lap. “Oh Sarah,
don’t you know? I’ve never stopped loving you,” he said, pressing kisses all
over my face. “This time I’ll do whatever it takes to keep you, I’ll even fight
your family if I have to,” he said, cupping my face, his intense gaze locked
with mine. I could only nod before he took my mouth for a deep, languid kiss
that pledged all his love to me.

Arousal zipped straight to my core. I was his, all his. For
good.

I straddled him as my arms went around his neck. He grabbed
my ass, his semi-hard cock pressing my warm, moist flesh.

“Ah Sarah, how I’ve missed having you in my life all these
years. So much wasted time…” he said, his beautiful dark eyes nostalgic and a
little sad.

Waves of warm pleasure rippled through me and I hugged him
tight. “You won’t have to anymore because I love you, so very much, though I’m
scared this is another dream like so many I’ve had before…”

Diogo disentangled himself from me and, closing his large
hands on my upper arms, faced me straight on. “I’m real. We are real,” he said forcefully.
“And I love you!” Then he tipped his head and took my mouth, proving that he
really, really did love me.

“Diogo, what did you mean when you said you’d fight my
family to keep me?”

We were holding each other in post-coital bliss, my head in
the crook of his shoulder, my hand idle on his hairy chest as he slowly stroked
my arm. His hand stilled for a moment before resuming its caressing.

“Let bygones be bygones, Sarah, your grandmother is no
longer here to defend herself.”

Defend herself?
From kicking him out of the house and
shipping me back to the States?Surely he understood her reasons for
feeling responsible for me. In her mind I felt sure she believed she’d failed
me, by unknowingly allowing her innocent granddaughter to be seduced by an older,
more experienced man.

I lifted my head to look at him. “Do you still resent her
for kicking you out of the house when she found us in bed?” Diogo said nothing,
though his silence spoke louder than any words, and right then and there I knew
there was more to the story than I had believed, and I had to get to the bottom
of it.

“What was it?” I asked, sitting up and tugging the sheet
around me. This was a serious conversation and I didn’t want my nakedness to
distract him from it. “Tell me.”

Diogo sat up beside me, staring at the ceiling as he ran his
long fingers through his dark mane. “I wrote you some letters,” he said,
turning slowly to me while searching my face for a reaction to the news.

My eyes widened
. What?
I hadn’t received any letters.
I opened my mouth to deny receiving them as Diogo’s next words baffled me even
further.

“I’d already suspected you hadn’t received any of my letters
when you said to my mother I’d forgotten you the minute you left town, and your
reaction just now confirmed I was right… You didn’t, did you?” He took my hand
in his, his expression pensive. “We both assumed wrongly we had forgotten each
other.”

I couldn’t believe he thought that. I’d been so sure he knew
how deeply I felt for him. “How could you?” I breathed, tears swimming in my
eyes. “I loved you. S
o
much!” I pulled my hand from his grasp, and when
he reached for me I avoided his touch—I was hurt by his lack of faith in me.

“Sarah, your grandmother assured me you had gotten a new
boyfriend whom you loved very much. What was I to think?”

I frowned, confused. “When did she say that?”

“At Christmas, after I’d been back to her house to ask one
more time how to reach you.”