The Cancun Trilogy, An Erotic Beach Romance (5 page)

His body jerked again, as if shocked.
She squeezed herself tightly around him. “Come inside me, Nik,” she
whispered in his ear. “Come inside me, baby.” He let out a primal
scream, pressing hard into her. The water splashed as he thrust
like a piston, driving into her. She watched his face as the orgasm
took him over, completely vulnerable and helpless in the grips of
his desire.

She felt him explode inside her with
his first powerful burst. Quaking and jerking against her, she
could feel each surge as he released into her. He thrust harder
each time, clamping her in his powerful, visceral grip. His body
seemed to vibrate as he continued thrusting and releasing, over and
over. She felt his spasms, warm bursts deep in her center, until
finally he slowed down. His body quivered against her, as if
suddenly weakened from the effort.

He was breathing hard against her, his
head over her shoulder. She stroked the back of his hair and gently
kissed his cheek. As she soothed him, she could feel his body
relaxing, letting go.

He finally pulled back and looked at
her, his breathing now normal. He gently pulled out of her and
dipped her backward, her legs hooked around the top of his legs.
Her hair spread out sideways on the water. She looked up at him, an
expression of quiet delight on her face. Looking down at her, he
saw her as an angel, a beauty so pure it could have dropped out of
heaven into this paradise he called his home.

He pulled her back up, her legs
slipping around his waist again. As he kissed her, he walked into
the deeper water. He kept walking until they were neck deep in
water. He took a deep breath of air—she did the same. Together,
they slipped under, holding hands but separated, gazing at each
other. The same school of fish swam between them in a swirl, like
they were the entrance to a tunnel that led to a secret place.
Other fish came and swam around and past them, as if inviting them
into their home.

Maybe it’s the way certain moments
seem to expand in time, or maybe somehow a spell had been cast on
them and they really were able to hold their breath for minutes,
but it felt to Terra like they were down there for a long time.
Long enough to feel, briefly, that they were part of that world.
That they belonged there. A mermaid and her Poseidon joined in
union. Eventually, he pulled her to him as the fish whirled around
them in a rainbow of colors. He held her in his arms as they kicked
to the surface.

He rolled on his back. She rested on
his chest, facing up. They floated on their backs, with her head
nestled under his chin. As they headed for the shore, their arms
stroking in unison, they stared up at the vast night sky, filled
with so many stars it was like looking at the grains of sand from
some cosmic beach mirroring their own.

He went to the boat to fetch blankets,
towels and a picnic basket. Though naked and wet, Terra felt warm
in the night air, as if his seed had lit her from within. He came
back and they toweled off. He spread one of the large, heavy
blankets over the sand, then covered it with a fluffy white duvet,
as soft and elegant as something on the bed of a five star hotel.
They climbed in under the duvet, like a couple in their honeymoon
bed. He reached for the basket and took out the food he brought
from the house; packs of cheese wrapped in paper, bunches of
grapes, a jar of olives, and fresh bread. He opened water and wine,
which they drank direct from the bottle. They fed each other
grapes, olives and cheese while gazing up at the stars and
listening to the lush sounds of the island.

He pushed the duvet down and leisurely
ran his hand up and down her body, his fingertips skimming the
surface of her skin. He looked over her body with a mixture of awe
and desire. His hand slipped inside her thigh, brushing past her
crotch with a whisper-like touch. Terra extended and arched her
back, her body stretching to meet his touch. He reached into the
picnic basket and pulled something out, then pushed the basket out
of the way.

Glow sticks. He set them all around
the blanket, breaking them to activate the glow. Then he pulled the
duvet cover over them, encasing them in a magical, glowing cocoon.
The sounds of the island disappeared. He kissed her belly, sliding
his hands over her breasts and along the side of her face. He moved
up and kissed her breasts, licking her nipples, causing her to
shiver and twist. He moved up and kissed her mouth, her cheeks and
ears. As he kissed her ear, his hand slid up her thigh and cupped
her. He bit her ear lobe and slid a finger inside her. His touch
was expert—gentle but knowing. She found herself spreading wider,
pushing her hips to his hand.

He slide down and kissed her thighs.
He pushed her thighs wide apart and put his mouth on her. The
feeling was electric. She instinctively grabbed the back of his
head, coiling backward.

He licked and sucked her as he slid
another exploring finger inside. He built her up to near orgasm,
then backed off, nibbling her shaking thighs. He started over
again, this time bringing her so close she was sure she was going
to come, wanting to have that feeling again—only to have him stop.
He let her catch her breath, then began rubbing her with his
fingertips in a circular motion. She had so much built up sexual
desire she felt she could orgasm at any second. He sensed it, and
stopped again.

She bucked. Her body felt like it was
about to explode. She needed to come so bad she reached down to
touch herself. He pushed her hand away. She was close to tears. He
rolled off her onto his back. Grabbing her hips, he rolled her on
top of him so she was straddling his face. He pulled her down hard,
his mouth and tongue pressed into her.

She climaxed so hard she thought she
was going to smother him. The orgasms she’d been denied hit her one
after another. She ground on him, convulsing, moaning, grabbing his
hair, drenching him. Finally, the shaking of her body began to
subside as she tried to catch her breath.

She turned around and saw he was large
and firm, lit by the light of the glow sticks. She shifted around
and fell on him, putting her mouth on him as she grasped with both
hands. The head was smooth in her mouth, slippery with dribbles of
his seed. She tasted the salt water on his skin. His shaft was
thick, with heavy veins running the length. She slid a hand down
and caressed his satiny balls. He was so big she could barely get
more than the head of him in her mouth. She stroked his length as
she tried to suck him deeper.

He let out sharp cries, his body
tensing. He seemed to grow larger, pressing against the inside of
her mouth and expanding in her hands. Sucking him as deep as she
could, she jerked the bottom of his shaft with both hands. She
could sense his orgasm just as it hit. He let out a long cry and
great bursts filled her mouth. She could feel his orgasm pulse
through her hand, as if coming from some deep source. She felt like
she was holding a root that led to the center of him, to his very
being. He released into her mouth as she pumped, his seed spilling
out and over her hands, lubricating him further. She stroked the
last of him out, taking all he had to offer.

Chapter 8

The
first rays of morning light were tentatively touching the ocean’s
surface in metallic streaks when they pulled away from the island.
He guided the boat back around the white cliffs, toward the pier.
After they tied up, they went into the house and took a long shower
together, then climbed into bed just as the sun was coming up. His
bedroom had a wall of open windows, bathing the room in fresh ocean
breezes. They slept for a couple of hours, then made love again in
the white, crisp sheets of his bed. Afterward, he made them a late
breakfast of omelets, fruit, bread, and coffee. They ate on the
deck with Spidey watching them, happily chattering away from his
tree.

Nik was quiet as he rinsed the dishes
in the sink. They were both thinking the same thing. “If we take
the boat back, it will be faster,” he said, his back to her. “We
save time.”

“Save time? How much time?” she asked,
standing at the kitchen counter.

“Oh, maybe ten minutes.”

“So, we have ten minutes?” she asked.
“Before we have to go?”

“About. What do you say? ‘Give or
take’… yes, give or take,” he said, drying his hands on a
towel.

“Ten minutes,” she said again, looking
at him.

“Um-hum.” He tossed the towel
aside.

Still looking at him, she unbuttoned
her jeans and pushed them down, along with the bikini bottoms she
was wearing underneath. She slid them down to her thighs and turned
around. “Ten minutes,” she said.

He moved to her in a flash. It was
like flipping a switch. Terra had never known what it was like to
have someone look at her with such lust and desire. His face filled
with need as he moved around the counter so he was behind
her.

She bent over, pushing out, presenting
herself to him. She’d never done anything like that. In the broad
daylight, exposing everything to him. Never had she acted so
boldly. The excitement she felt from being so daring made her want
him all the more.

He pulled his shorts down. She lifted
herself higher, on her tiptoes, and dropped her head on the counter
top. She needed no warm-up, she was ready for him now. She felt
that just being around him put her in a constant state of
excitement. She felt him push against her, then slide in. A
familiar feeling now.

Instead of the gentile, considerate
lovemaking they’d done in his bed, now he fucked her. With both
hands on her ass, he moved in long, deep strokes, pinning her
against the counter. The sounds he made excited her even more. He
was grunting, like an animal, as if she’d awoken in him some
prehistoric instinct. He didn’t vary the pace, only increased the
speed, as if racing forward. He groaned loudly with each hard
thrust into her.

Terra held the edges of the counter,
giving herself over to him completely, taking pleasure in his
frantic lust for her. He seemed completely lost in his desire,
making guttural noises as he pushed into her in pounding strokes.
He grabbed one of her shoulders as he ground against her. She had
her cheek to the counter top, moaning, getting rocked forward and
back with each thrust. He let out a loud, grinding wail. The
animals and birds outside responded with a cry of their own. She
heard her own voice in the chorus and realized she was yelling as
well.

The orgasm hit her so hard it shocked
her. She wasn’t expecting it. It was like getting hit by a truck.
Her body shuddered and jerked as she came. At the same time, he
held himself inside her, coming in bursts and spasms. He pulled
back, then thrust in again, held, and continued to release in her.
Their orgasms blended together, into one extended pleasure they
both fed on at the same time, gorging on the combined energy like a
feast.

Eventually, he collapsed on her back,
sweaty and panting. The calls from outside died down. She didn’t
want him to move. The weight of him on her seemed to keep the
delicious feeling of their orgasm trapped inside her a few moments
longer, moving through her like waves of vibrating, fluttering
energy. Her body trembled as he spread his arms out over her arms,
kissing the back of her neck.

Chapter 9

It
had been more than ten minutes. Terra called Vicky from the boat.
“You’ll have to hurry,” Vicky said. “The airport cab will be here
in about twenty minutes. I packed your stuff. Where are you
now?”

“On the boat.”

“On the what? The
boat
? What
the hell, girl?”

“It’s alright. We’re right off shore.
I can see our cabana from here.”

Vicky went out to the deck. Sure
enough, she could see a sailboat just outside the breakers.
“Alright, just be careful. I’m not much of a swimmer, so don’t
drown on me.”

Terra put her phone in a sealed
plastic bag and stuffed it in her backpack. Nik had just thrown the
anchor over. He took her backpack and put it on. They grabbed hands
and dove in. For Terra, wearing a bikini in the water now felt
awkward, like it was somehow unnatural. “Pace yourself,” Nik said
when they surfaced. “Go slow and easy.” They swam for
shore.

The swim wasn’t the hard part. It was
knowing what would come after.

When they made it to the cabana, Vicky
was just coming in from outside. Terra could see the cab through
the open front door. “Hello, Vicky,” Nik said. “Olla,” she said,
tossing Terra a towel. “You have about two minutes. I left these
out for you.” She indicated a pair of pants and t-shirt on the
couch.

“Thanks,” Terra said, toweling off and
grabbing the pants.

“I’ll be in the cab. Nice to see you
again, Nik.”

“You as well,” Nik said as Vicky went
out the door.

Terra pulled on the t-shirt and
stepped into sandals. She took Nik’s hand and led him out to the
deck.

Terra put her arms around him. “You’ll
get wet,” he said as he embraced her. “It’s okay,” she said.
Despite herself, she could feel her eyes welling up. Her hot tears
were soon lost on his wet shoulder.

He pulled back. His beautiful green
eyes were swollen.

They looked into each other’s eyes,
now a comfortable place for both of them. He broke from her and
looked out at the ocean, taking a deep breath. He turned back to
her. “Are you a thief?” he asked her, as he pulled the medallion
necklace over his head.