Spring Equinox: Celestial Seductions, Book 2 (4 page)

“Rafael…” She licked her lips. “Are you going to fuck me soon? Because I can’t wait.”

He smiled. There was fire in his eyes, pure, burning desire, as he tore open the condom packet with his strong white teeth and sheathed himself. She opened her legs for him, reached out for him. His smile widened as he lowered his body over hers. She ran her hands over his broad, muscular back. He was solid muscle, lean and strong, his skin smooth beneath her palms. She inhaled, breathed him in, that scent of earth and ocean, mixed with her own juices, the heady scent of sex.

His body was warm on top of hers, and she loved the weight of him. With his face next to hers she could feel the faint edge of stubble against her cheek, his breath as he whispered into her ear, “This is what I’ve needed for twelve years. To be with you like this again. To be inside you.”

“Too long, Rafael.”

His cock nudged her opening and she spread her thighs wider, slid her hands down to grasp his tight buttocks.

“Come on, Rafael. Don’t make me wait any longer.”

“Now, Isabella.”

He reached down with one hand and spread her pussy lips with his fingers to ease his swollen cock between them, and even his fingers on her needy flesh were too good. Her sex pulsed, greedy, wanting. When he entered her, just the tip of his cock, a sharp thrill stabbed through her, pleasure driving deep. She needed more.

“Please Rafael…”

“Yes, you’re so wet. You can take all of me.”

He thrust inside her, filling her completely. The walls of her sex clenched around his cock, held him tight. A small groan escaped his lips. He stopped there, buried inside her, his breath a panting gasp.

“
Mi Dios
, Isabella. You feel too good.”

He paused, his cock pulsing inside her, and brushed kisses over her cheek, her lips.

There was a small surge in her chest that had nothing to do with the sex, and everything to do with her heart. With their bodies pressed together, his cock inside her. With the memory of the two of them together all those years ago.

Don’t think, don’t think.

She wrapped her legs around his hips, sank her hands into his hair, while her heart beat with emotion. How long had they waited to be this close? To be this much a part of one another again? And what would it mean for them now?

He began to move, a primal thrusting rhythm, and all conscious thought was driven from her mind by the unhurried slip and slide of his swollen flesh inside her. Pleasure washed over her body in long, leisurely waves. With each devastating stroke, her hips rose to meet him, her clit pressed into his pelvis. She had never felt anything this good. This intense. Pressure built like a slow fire, spread out, saturated her body a little at a time.

There was an urgency to it, the torturously slow, even movement of his body, the pleasure cresting inside her.

He slid his hands under her, cradling her buttocks, raising the angle of her hips.

“I’m going to really fuck you now,
querida
. I need to.”

“Yes. I need it too. Do it, Rafael.”

He changed his rhythm, moving faster, deeper, whispering in Spanish into her ear. She didn’t know what he said to her. It didn’t matter. All that mattered was his cock inside her, the lovely pressure building, building. Knowing this was Rafael here with her.

He moved faster, drove harder, his cock pounding into her. It was too good. She was on the verge of coming again, but she wanted to hold on, hold back.

His panting breath was in her ear, his fingers digging into her hips as he held her. Her body was thrumming with pleasure. Each thrust brought her closer to the edge. Pure ecstasy.

Rafael…

He pumped harder, deeper, his body hot, his muscles tense beneath her hands, their bodies slick with sweat. She could sense his climax approaching as he plunged into her. She couldn’t think, didn’t want to. All she knew was pleasure, that intense build of sensation upon sensation.

When the first wave of orgasm hit her she gasped, her nails biting into his flesh. The wave turned into an electric surge and heat slammed into her, overwhelmed her. Her pussy clenched and shuddered, squeezing his hard cock still pounding into her body as her mind went blank.

“Ah, Isabella…”

Then he was coming, too, his entire body tensing. He shivered, groaned, over and over, slammed into her, driving the last of her climax on.

When it was over, they were both shaking, panting. He kissed the side of her neck, her jaw, her cheek once more, warm, sweet kisses.

“This is how we were always meant to be, Isabella,” he whispered.

“Yes…”

She held him tight while her heart hammered. She felt it too. But she had to question how much was pure chemistry, and how much was truly their destiny.

Being with him again was intense, dazzling. Her heart yearned for him as much as her body did, even now. But only time would tell if they were truly meant to be together, or if this was nothing more than a lovely fantasy come to life.

Chapter Four

Rafael ordered room service, her favorite dishes—freshly made
empanadas
—the small pastries stuffed with seasoned meats that she’d loved as a teenager—
aroz con coco
—rice made with coconut—tender slices of fresh mango and guava, and sweet grilled plantains.

He wouldn’t let her get out of bed to eat. Instead, he set the feast around her naked body on the blue, brown and white striped bedspread. Ah, that body…how could he eat when all he wanted to do was touch her, taste her, make her come over and over?

“You must eat, Isabella. Regain your strength. You’ll need it later.”

She laughed at him, and the sound was like music to him. He’d missed her laughter, had missed her. More than even he had realized. Now that she was here with him, in his bed, he never wanted to let her go. But it was far too soon to know what fate had in store for them, and he had no right to assume she would want anything past this one reunion.

For now she was flushed from sex, her long hair wild. Beautiful. He would do anything to make this woman happy.

When she reached to pick a piece of mango from the plate he tapped her fingers playfully. “Let me do that for you.”

He picked up the slice of fruit, held it in front of her mouth. She smiled at him, the lazy, sensual smile of a sated woman, before opening her pink lips to take the mango into her mouth. He went hard again simply watching her eat, the ripe fruit sliding between her lips. He imagined his cock there, that lovely, lush mouth swallowing him. He leaned in and kissed her long, graceful neck, her throat, that tiny dimple at the hollow. She smelled like sex. Like woman.

“I thought you were going to feed me, Rafael,” she said.

“Ah, you’re impatient.”

She grinned. “For everything.”

He tore off a piece of the
empanada
and held it to her mouth. She took a bite, dropping crumbs onto the covers, onto the curve of her full breasts.

She laughed. “I’m making a mess.”

“Then I’ll have to clean up after you.”

He bent his head, his tongue darting out to lick the crumbs off her. Her nipples went hard at once, the pink flesh darkening. He couldn’t resist taking one into his mouth, sucking on the sweet flesh. She let out a soft moan.

When he sat up she was looking at him, her emerald eyes luminescent in the pale moonlight coming through the slats of the shuttered windows. He leaned in and placed a soft kiss on her lips, pulled back and fed her another piece of mango, just to watch her take the juicy flesh of the fruit into her mouth. He was getting harder by the minute.

But the look in her eyes spoke of something more than the lust they shared. She was watching him so closely, as though she were trying to figure something out. He understood how she felt. But it was too soon to talk about it. Later, after their various appetites were sated, after they’d had a chance to rediscover each other, they would talk.

For now, he had to have her again, right here, amid their picnic. He wanted to fuck her while he fed her more of the mango, while she sucked the fruit into her mouth, between those beautiful lips.

Yes, they would talk, but he couldn’t think straight. Not with her naked in his bed. His body burned with need, dimming his mind. Yes, he would feed his hunger for her first. Later they would have time to think about the possibility of a future.

He pushed the food aside, some of it tumbling onto the floor.

“Rafael?”

He wrapped his arm around her and pulled her in close to his body. “No talking now. I need you, Isabella.”

“Oh…”

She wrapped her arms around his neck and raised her mouth to be kissed. He loved that about her, her utter willingness. He pressed his lips to hers, and she opened for him, her tongue seeking his. She was so damn sweet. He could barely stand it. His cock was hard as steel.

He shifted, rolled over until he was on his back and she was on top of him. Automatically, she moved her legs down until she straddled his body. Her pussy was slick against the ridge of his cock. She smiled as she reached to pull a condom from the packet on the nightstand, moving back to roll it over his erection. Her fingers on his hardened flesh were almost too much to take.

But she seemed to understand the desperation of his need. In moments she was raised over him again. Reaching down, she spread the lips of her sex and slid onto his cock.

“Ah…perfect, Isabella.”

Pleasure was like a punch to the gut. That powerful. Driving that deep. When he looked at her, her eyes were glittering, her breasts flushed, her nipples hard. He reached up to run his fingers over those stiff tips and she moaned, her head falling back, her lips parting.

He remembered the mango then, and found the plate still on the bed. Holding a ripe slice between his fingers, he lifted it to her lips.

“Eat,” he commanded, and she smiled a little before leaning forward to take the fruit between her lips.

There was something about seeing her do this, the juice running from one corner of her mouth, and the instant obedience with which she’d responded, that went through him like a shock. His cock pulsed hard inside her. He knew he wouldn’t last long this way.

Need to really fuck her while I can.

He grasped her hips and pumped up into her.

“Ah, Rafael…”

She braced herself, her hands on his shoulders as he lifted her, thrust up into her, slamming her body onto his. She felt so good, her pussy clenching around him, tight and silky.

“Rafael…” she gasped as he pushed into her. “I need…oh…”

“What is it,
querida
?”

“I need…come here.”

She took his hand and drew two of his fingers into her mouth. The heat and wet sent ripples of pleasure through him as she sucked, her tongue swirling over his fingertips.

“Ah, you’re going to kill me, Isabella.”

She pulled his fingers from her mouth and said, “Rafael, this is what I need.”

Leaning forward a bit, she held onto his hand, covering it with hers and placing it on her hip. Then she slid his hand behind her, until his fingers, wet with her saliva, were at the entrance to her ass.

“Here, Rafael. Right here.”

He smiled, another beat of pleasure drumming in his body, his cock.

“Ah, you have learned since I saw you last.”

He slipped one fingertip into that tight hole and felt the answering clench in her pussy. He had to focus, concentrate on her pleasure, or he was going to come.

She was tight, beautifully so. He slid his finger a little deeper, watched as she bit her lip.

“Are you all right, Isabella?”

“Oh, yes…”

Her lashes fluttered, but she kept her fiery green gaze on his, her eyes clouding with pleasure as he inched into her ass.

He realized she was taking it, her ass opening up for him. He swore he could feel a quivering deep in her pussy.

“Come on, Rafael. I’m okay. I want it.”

He pushed in, drew his finger out and felt the pressure of it on his cock through the thin membrane between her ass and her pussy.

She started to move, raising and lowering herself on his cock. He held on with one hand, and with the other he pressed into her ass, slipped it out, then in again. She was panting, moaning. Her breasts were two gorgeous mounds of satin flesh, the nipples hard and dark and tempting. He leaned up and took one into his mouth, sucking hard.

“Oh, yes…”

She rode him, faster and faster, and her nipple slipped from his mouth. He drove his finger deep into her ass.

“More, Rafael.”

He added another finger, pumped into her, pussy and ass. Pleasure was like a knife, sharp, keen-edged, driving into his belly, his balls. His cock was ready to explode. He bit his lip, waiting for her.

“Oh God, I’m going to come. Rafael.”

He felt the first spasms in her pussy, her ass beginning to clench, and his cock throbbed in answer.

“Just fuck me, Isabella. Fuck me hard.”

She did, her hips slamming into him. His finger in her ass rubbed that thin wall of flesh, adding texture, sensation. That and the clenching of her pussy as she came, her cries, were too much. He came, shattering, blinded, his hips bucking into her. Out of control.

She collapsed on top of him, panting hard. He could barely breathe, his climax leaving him shaking.

His finger slipped from her ass, but she lay on top of him with his softening cock still inside her. She was warm, a lovely weight on his body, her hair a tangle over his chest, his face.

She smelled of sex. Sex and need and woman.

He wanted her again already. Even though his body was spent. In his mind, he wanted her and wanted her, without end.

Would there be an end for them once more?

But he couldn’t think about it. He couldn’t really think at all.

She rolled off him, onto her side, and he pulled her in close. She nuzzled into his neck.

Everything about her felt right, somehow. And he was too exhausted to question it. Not now. Now was time to sleep, to dream of her, and even better, to wake up with her in his arms.

He closed his eyes, and drifted off.

Isabel stood in the bathroom of Rafael’s
casita
, drying her skin with a fluffy white towel. Her limbs were sore, and she felt stretched all over, well used. Well loved.

She took a second towel from her damp hair, shook it out around her shoulders.

Yes, she felt loved. Amazing. She still could not believe she was here, that she’d found him, that he’d come looking for her. That he still wanted her.

Something inside her warned that what looked too good to be true just might be. But she couldn’t turn away. Not until she knew if they were meant to be together. Only time, time spent together, would tell.

Rafael had left a few minutes earlier, telling her he had some hotel business to take care of, but he’d be back soon to take her to breakfast. She smiled to herself in the wood-framed mirror over the sink. Breakfast with Rafael. She couldn’t think of anything nicer. Except maybe sex with Rafael, but she was sure there would be more later. Meanwhile, she’d had enough to satisfy her long enough to eat.

Rafael had sent for her suitcase to be brought from her hotel down the beach this morning and it sat in a corner of his bedroom. She opened it and found her toiletries and an outfit for the day.

With her arms full, she paused a moment to take a good look at the room where she’d spent the night getting too little sleep.

The décor was a mixture of Latin and Caribbean, very male, but done with an artistic eye. Heavy wooden pieces with simple lines sat against walls painted a pale turquoise. A large area rug covered the tile floor. His bed was nothing more than a king-size mattress on some sort of wooden platform and piled with pillows in the same brown, blue and white as the bedspread. A tall, standing shelf held a small collection of what appeared to be pre-Colombian pottery and locally handcrafted baskets. The two bottom shelves were lined with books in both Spanish and English: literary titles, autobiographies, Latin American history books and contemporary thrillers. Among the books and art pieces were photographs of Rafael and his parents, groups of his friends. A small glimpse into the kind of man Rafael had become, the books, the art, the pictures. And in each photograph she saw the warm, intelligent man she was beginning to get to know all over again.

A glance at her watch sitting on the nightstand told her she’d better get herself put together. If he found her naked they’d just end up back in bed and she’d never get her breakfast. Not that she would be opposed to missing a meal in exchange for the feel of his skin against hers again…

Her stomach growled. She smiled to herself as she quickly combed her hair out before slipping on a pair of thigh-grazing khaki shorts that showed off her long legs, then a white gauze top embroidered with red and yellow flowers, forgoing bra and panties. She slid her feet into a pair of brown leather sandals, added a simple pair of silver hoop earrings and looked at herself in the big mirror over the heavy wood dresser. The shorts were awfully short and she could see the shadow of her nipples through the sheer fabric of her top. Her ex would have had a heart attack if she’d ever dressed like this at home. But Chicago wasn’t home anymore. She didn’t have a home. She realized she felt more at home here, with Rafael, than she’d felt anywhere in years.

He called out as he came in the door, “Isabella, are you ready?”

He was unbelievably handsome in his faded jeans and a simple white T-shirt that showed off his beautiful golden-brown skin. Her pulse quickened, her sex aching for him once more. She couldn’t look at this man without wanting him.

“I’m ready.”

He came to give her a quick kiss on the cheek, a simple yet intimate gesture. “You look beautiful. Come, we’ll go.”

Once outside, he picked up a canvas backpack he’d left at the door, slipped his hand around hers and led her down the beach. It was early, and they had the strip of white sand to themselves. The waves crashed on the shore, bringing the scent of the sea to her. Other than the sound of the ocean, it was quiet, peaceful. She took a long, slow breath of the soft tropical air, held it in her lungs for a moment. She loved this place. She couldn’t think of anywhere else in the world she’d rather be than right here, her hand in Rafael’s.