Dance Of Desire (4 page)

Ow! There!
She’d found her voice. No. That had been a shout in her head. She had no voice.
Ow. It hurts…
she whimpered.

“The pain will become pleasure, Beautiful,”
he stated, roughly parting her thighs with his own hard thighs.

There was a wrenching noise as he tore at her bra, and another smaller ripping sound as he yanked her panties off of her body, exposing her sex. He lowered herself and she felt her ass leave the bed as he lifted her lower torso and glued his mouth on her cunt.

He kissed her there like he was French kissing her mouth, his tongue flicking at her clit like it was her tongue and slipping inside her folds like they were her lips. She shivered and trembled and shook with pleasure! She had never been subjected to such expert manhandling. He continued to draw on her clit, slipping it between his teeth and sucking that she found herself screaming, though it was all inside her head.

She imploded. Or exploded. Whatever… it was a full-blown orgasm and it threw her into an ocean of heat wave that did not release her until he was done. And then he rose, fully-naked, and he came back to her, and she could feel his meat nudging at her soaked opening as she groggily came back to earth.

I can do more,
he promised. And she realized… he just talked to her without speaking!

And then he pierced her. She cried, startled, at his hugeness. She was already wet, so wet from her juices and his saliva, but it was still an excruciating, wedging fullness.

It had been a long time since her last boyfriend, and he had not been as big as the meat that she felt wedged inside her sex right then. She felt like she would burst.

She struggled against him, or thought she did. This magician was too much. He held her to him like he had more than two hands, strong hands like vices, and she wiggled and pushed away from the pain. But for some reason, he started to become lesser… like he was getting smaller, yet still very hard. She thought that couldn’t be possible the pain was making her think crazy things. But it was true, he has lessened that the pain melted into manageable discomfort. She opened her eyes and he was looking at her, his eyes inquiring.

In answer, she pulled him closer, reveling in the pain and sensation, like she wanted him more than she feared the pain. Then he moved, and the pain mingled into something so good that she was moaning hard and long inside her head. He began to earnestly fuck her, full and hard and getting faster. His urgency was so intense that he never let up, even for a moment, even as she came again, and again, and she cannot stop cumming.

This really must be a dream because that was just impossible, to have a hundred orgasm in just one fucking session?! But he moved like a whip, and she was burning, and she was still cumming. He was consuming her, eating her up like he was fire and she was dry leaves.

And she came, and she came, and she came until it was dawn and she had nothing more to give…

THERE WAS LIGHT everywhere and Cassie felt great.

She was soaking up the sun in a beach chair facing the sea with a pineapple fruit shake in one hand. Everything felt calm and she made a mental note that she deserved this; a reward for all her hard work about… something.

She shook her head. She could not remember what. But it had been hard work and it had depleted all that she has. She had to take all the sun that she could get. She needed the sun so much, but she couldn’t explain why.

She saw people working on banana boats, playful people dangling from parachutes being hauled by speed boats. But most of all, she saw gorgeous Paulo the Latino, or maybe a Greek transplant hottie from the hotel she was staying. She’d hired him for a full-body massage—
the Complete Paulo Package.

Cassie hadn’t made that up. That was the ad. Clearly it was meant to be suggestive. She hoped to find out if Paulo’s package was really “complete” as it promised.

Initially, she’d just wanted a regular massage. But after seeing him, she thought he looked vaguely familiar.
From school, a store, a club…?
She dimly remembered cushy sofas she’d bounced on. But, Paulo, here and now, smiled at her, his eyes bright and happy, his smile to die for, and she stopped trying to remember.

She didn’t know where that thought came from. She felt surprised for a moment, but then it suddenly did not matter because Cassie felt positively lascivious as she gazed at his smiling, handsome face. She wondered if she could get him to go back to her room with her and lock herself in with him and fuck him till he begged for more.

His sweet, angel-like smile made her sigh. His lips were almost femininely sensual. He kept combing his hair back against the breeze with his wicked fingers. He was a wonderful masseur but she still felt “tense”—but not from tired or cramped muscles. At least not “cramped muscles” in her limbs or back.

Paulo had just finished her… well, finished massaging her back and the backs of her thighs and legs. Now she’d flipped over to lay on her back and he was just massaging down her thighs. Cassie tensed her muscles on purpose, to make him knead the muscles longer. Naughty, naughty Cassie.

“You’re so tight, señora.”

You have no idea. Damn it.
Now, she worried that she might explode.

She relaxed, but that delicious “tension” he generated in her was still there, deep between them. He was now kneading down her lower leg. He touched a particularly sensitive cluster of nerves that made her core nearly burst.

Cassie stifled a moan – or a giggle. She wanted to do both. She saw him glance furtively at her through his thick, long lashes, probably to check if she were watching him. Of course she was, but she had on her super dark sunglasses. Paulo’s powerful muscles flexed divinely in his tight shirt and his beautiful hands were… magic. She looked downwards and she almost grinned.

Cassie's intense, shielded stare and the naughty things brewing in her mind had her breathing in tune with Paulo’s. Finally, she couldn’t control a low moan from escaping her lips. She hadn’t noticed it. All she knew were the ticklish feelings every time he touched pretty much any part of her. They were shooting up tender nerve endings from his fingertips, though her, straight to her. She did not know if he intended this, but by this time she did not care.

She closed her eyes and savored every sensuous moment of her limited time with him. Time was passing, the clouds slipping by overhead signaled so.

She knew that she might get carried away and someone might hear, although she truly felt no one else was in the beach but her and gorgeous, dark Paulo. But she knew she was wrong. The beach had people enjoying the sand and the water before she focused her eyes at Paulo. She tried to control herself and stifle her moans to a sigh.

He looked at her, not boldly, like you’d think a hot guy like he was would look at a woman or a massage client. He gazed up at her shyly, under his lashes, again, with those remarkable eyes of his. And the sun came out again, chasing the clouds away.

She nodded, unable to talk. Everywhere his hands landed and his fingertips touched her was pure heaven. She also felt the sun’s heat, the pressure and warmth of Paulo’s strong hands, the scent of coconut oil, and the breeze that ruffled his hair and tickled her softly against her cheek. Without thinking, she slid her hands over the plastic and metal edges of the beach chair, gripping so hard her knuckles paled.

Their world darkened again, the warmth of the sun slowly dissipated and a cooling breeze took its place. Each time the breeze hit her she felt cooler and cooler.

Then colder. It was like an iceman were blowing his frigid breath on her, making her nipples stand more erect with the chill that crept up her skin. But Paulo’s hands only burned hotter, and so did her body. She imagined her nipples poking so hard they’d cut two revealing holes in her bikini top. Would he like seeing that result from all his industrious work?.

Paulo’s two hands kept kneading her, warming her against the very cold breeze. The rest of the world fell away. His hands were making her needy, until they slid down her shins to her sensitive ankles.

She frowned behind her glasses, eyes still closed, as she realized she felt him using his entire hands now, not individual fingers together, almost like he wore fleshy mittens.
Huh.
It felt so good, though, that she didn’t want to burst the bubble by looking. She just wanted to enjoy. She wanted to purr, while wondering how he could make his hands feel like that, firm but almost boneless. It was as if she felt a gentle, rolling motion of something fleshy and muscled, almost like a hand-sized tongue on the delicate inner sides of her shins all the way up her thighs and into her center as she parted her knees for him.

She moaned again as he teased her by massaging away down there.

She really shouldn’t ask it of him or encourage him. She didn’t want him to lose his job, or to stop. But, really, this man’s exquisite skill, and that tongue-like maneuver, made her feel so damn good, heightening her libido and cranking it way higher. The delicious rolling motion continued between her thighs—seductively, slowly, again and again. Each part of her body was tensing and aching in answer. It felt so good that she stayed that way, tense and resisting.

Cassie knew if she let her muscles relax in any way into the massage, she would involuntary shiver and moan, and
that
would give away what was really happening to her. But she was so damn close. She didn’t want anyone stopping them. She didn’t want him stopping.

His magic-filled hands gripped hers, making her hands release their taut grip on the edge of her beach chair. She welcomed the shift, knowing her hands were next to be touched. She was pretty certain that she really would come just from glorious Paulo’s massage.

Like a freak lightning storm, it hit her. A pair of hands was grabbing her wrists, but her inner thighs were still being firmly held and massaged by another pair of hands!

Cassie’s eyes flew wide open to utter darkness. She was completely lost right away, not knowing where she was, certainly no longer feeling like she was by the water, under the sun and getting a massage any longer.

Everything
was suddenly… intensely, dark. Her heart pounded and she didn’t notice one of the hands releasing her wrist, allowing her to rip off her sunglasses.

Yeah. The sun was gone. The beach – gone. Ocean – gone. The darkness was like a dense blanket upon her. Like being immersed in Indian ink.

A hand seized upon her freed wrist, imprisoning her. When she tried to pull and squirm free, she couldn’t. Cassie tried to control the fright but it was like a pack of startled birds within her.

“Wh-What’s going on, Paulo? Paulo?”
she demanded.

Then she realized – she wasn’t awake. She was still dreaming. And she was still with the man from the club of lust. She cocked an ear to hear Paulo answer. Nothing. Although the warm rolling, tongue-like massage still touching between her thighs continued quite aroused. Her eyes frantically searched the dense darkness.

Finally, a little bit of light revealed the dim outline of the silhouetted person in front of her. She was about to utter words of protest or a demand for information, but there was only one man in front of here so she calmed down a bit. It could only be Paulo.

She opened her eyes wider in the solid dark to adapt more quickly to the radical change in the surroundings. She finally got a good look at the “person” who was caressing her so intimately.

Fuck!
This wasn’t good. It wasn’t a clear picture, but it certainly wasn’t Paulo!

And a clear, whispering realization flashed as a feeling first in her mind. Her dream was continuing… and she was still getting fucked. It truly never stopped.

And then she was cumming… cumming again!

CASSIE SCREAMED!

Or she
thought
she was screaming because her throat felt like she was screaming full out. Even the tenseness in her neck muscles told her she was. But there was no sound coming out of her mouth! None whatsoever assaulted her eardrums.

When the orgasm died down, she struggled against the strong hands, all four of them from
one
man – god, her dream was becoming a nightmare! – and tried fighting against him. But her arms and legs were firmly pinned.

The only way she could move was by using her full weight to try to flip and launch herself to the side using her torso and hips. And she was making some headway, until a third pair of hands appeared before her, then gripped and pinned her shoulders back.

There was still no one else with her but Paulo. But
this
wasn’t sweet, handsome Paulo. The figure in front of her was wrong. It still gripped her ankles, her wrists, and her shoulders. Without releasing them, he now stood up to his full height.