The Cancun Trilogy, An Erotic Beach Romance (9 page)

Nik traced his fingertips along the
length of her body, from her knees, over her groin, along her belly
and breasts, and all the way to her neck. He danced his fingers
over her face and over her lips. Though his touch was as light as
the flutter of a butterfly, she felt like there was an electrical
change coming from his fingertips. As his hand fluttered back down,
her body arched up, eager for more contact.

He leaned down, his mouth at her lips,
and paused. His hand traced back down her torso, his fingertips
doing the light dance over her skin. His lips brushed hers. She
felt his breath on her face. He smelled like the earth after a
rain—earthy, clean, and purely masculine. He traced her lips with
the tip of his tongue in the same way his fingertips were tracing
over her breasts, circling her nipples. She opened her mouth and
their tongues met. She reached up, grabbing the back of his head
and pulling him into a deep kiss. His hand cupped her breast,
kneading and massaging.

“Oh, God, Nik. Oh, God,” she said,
breaking their kiss. She was already breathing hard. He had a
mysterious command over her body, knowing just what to do. She
responded in ways she only half understood, as if constantly
discovering new sides of herself. He seemed to possess some key
that opened her up in a way that was exotic and dangerous. It made
her bold, giving up any pretense of self-control or propriety. She
felt she could do anything with him and it would be okay. They were
in their own little cocoon of a world, where they placed no limits
on each other.

“Nik, I want you in my mouth. I want
to feel you in my mouth. I want to suck you.”

While still sliding his fingertips
over her, Nik sat up so he was on his knees, next to her head. She
turned toward him, seeing how large and hard he was. He held
himself. She opened her mouth, looking up at him. He guided into
her mouth as his other hand palmed her crotch. She reached up and
slowly stroking him as she sucked.

She’d imagined doing this in many
fevered dreams. It was so wonderfully personal, like she was
sucking at the very essence of him, his life force. She loved the
power and strength of him in her mouth, hard but vulnerable at the
same time. Both powerful and delicate. She could feel his pulse
though her hands and in her mouth.

She pulled him in deeper, as far as
she could. He let out a long, low groan as his fingers rubbed the
outside of her opening. He seemed to expand further, pushing out
against the inside of her mouth, growing more solid in her hands.
His finger slipped inside her. She let out a whimper as his palm
rubbed her.

Nik turned and lifted himself over
her, straddling her backwards. He pushed her legs wide apart with
his elbows and gently pulled her open with his fingertips. When his
mouth touched her she let out a long moan of pleasure. Feeling him
hard and firm in her mouth while his tongue slipped inside her
caused her to arch back, sliding her arms around his lower back,
pulling him in tight.

They formed a perfect union, as if
synergized into a single organism. She lifted her legs and wrapped
them tightly around his back. He thrust his hips gently, pushing
and pulling himself in and out of her mouth as he rolled his tongue
over and around her. Moving his hand under her, he slipped his
finger back inside her, rolling it in circles against her inner
walls. She pushed her groin up, increasing the pressure. He locked
his arms around her hips and squeezed her tighter as he licked and
sucked. The boat rocked forward and back to their movements, adding
to their momentum. She could hear water slapping the side of the
boat.

He stopped thrusting. She clasped the
base of him, feeling him beginning to spasm. His body jerked. He
groaned loudly, the sound vibrating between her legs. The first
eruption filled her mouth in hot bursts. The feeling put her over
the edge. Her hips spasmed, then her whole body shuttered as a
powerful orgasm rolled through her. He continued to release in her
mouth in powerful thrusts. Her orgasm rolled on and on, shimmering
and vibrating through her body. Their energy combined into one,
long release of pleasure.

Before they could even catch their
breath, he disengaged and turned around. He moved up her body,
kissing her stomach and breasts. He kissed her neck and behind her
ear. He breathed in her ear in hot breaths, then bit her earlobe as
he pulled her legs up around his waist and entered her. Supporting
himself on his arms, he stared down into her eyes as he pushed deep
inside her. He held himself there, filling her. She was amazed at
his capacity as a lover. He’d orgasmed only moments before. She ran
her hands over his chest and abdomen, then behind him to the large,
hard muscles on his back and shoulders. She had dreamed of this—the
feel of his raw, physical power, weighted on her.

They made love for a long time,
unhurried, luxuriating in it, kissing and looking into each others
eyes. The boat tipped and rocked with their easy rhythm. Their
momentum built slowly, almost imperceptibly, until their pleasure
nearly peaked. He could sense exactly how close to orgasm she was.
Just as she was about to go over the edge, he’d back off, denying
her.

He kept her at this precipice of
pleasure for so long it became nearly painful. He backed off again,
then once more brought her to the brink. As he pushed her to the
edge once more, she clawed at his back, whimpering, pleasure
saturating her so completely she felt utterly helpless. He seemed
to have complete control of her, and all she could do was give
over. Just as she felt her orgasm catch hold, he pulled out,
leaving her pushing her hips up, desperately wanting
more.

“Turn over.”

She turned, completely at his command.
Her body was so excited it was like a live wire that might explode
at any second. He slid a pillow under her hips. She felt the weight
of him on her back as he slid back into her from behind, allowing
his weight to push her firmly down against the pillow. A white-hot
pleasure took over her whole body. She felt like he’d just pushed
her into some other dimension of physical sensation. His lips were
at her ear.

“Come for me,” he said in her ear,
then pushed the hair away from the back of her neck and gently bit
her neck as he pushed deep into her, pressing down with his full
weight, pinning her.

She climaxed. Her head was turned to
the side, looking out one of the small windows. The water level had
gone over the window so she was looking at the colorful, brightly
lit fish moving in big, fanning groups, like whooshes of richly
colored fall leaves.

She couldn’t move. If he hadn’t been
on top of her, she would have flown off the bed. He could feel her
whole body vibrate beneath him as her orgasm held her in its grip.
She let out a long cry. It felt to her like some giant gong had
been hit somewhere in the ocean depths, and its deep vibrations
were now centered inside her. He was still nibbling at the back of
her neck, mixing a drop of exotic pain to the climatic pleasure. As
he let go of her neck, the orgasm began to drift off, slipping away
like the echo of a distant memory.

Chapter 6

They slept on the beach. He brought out blankets and pillows
and laid them out. She had no idea what time it was, but she knew
it was late. Or early. They lay their naked bodies down together,
totally spent. She snuggled into the crook of his arm and rested
her hand on his chest, watching it drift up and down. The island
birds and animals were quiet in consideration of their special
guests. The air was warm and fragrant, as if infused with a magical
sleep potion. They fell into a deep, heavy sleep.

She didn’t know how long they slept,
but knew it couldn’t have been long. When she opened her eyes, the
first light of morning was streaking across the ocean. She looked
at him and found he was already awake, staring at the water. He
gave her a light kiss. They lay quietly, the morning sun warming
their bodies. Eventually they got up and went into the water,
allowing to it revive them like a natural elixir as they stretched
their stiff bodies.

They sailed back in a happy daze.
After tying up at the dock, they went inside to find most of the
others already up, grabbing breakfast and drifting in and out of
the house. Red stood in the kitchen, nursing a cup of coffee, her
flaming hair a wild mess piled atop her head.

“Hey, sunshine,” she said to Terra.
“Want some breakfast?”

“No, thank you. Just coffee.” She
found a mug and poured herself a cup.

“Well, you better eat something. Big
day ahead of you.”

After a shower and a change of
clothes, Terra met Nik out on the deck. “You sure you want to do
this?” he asked her. “Yes,” she said. “I want to help. Put me to
work. Please. I want to be a part of what you’re doing.
“

Carmine joined them. “’Sup,
man?”

“Hey, Carmine, can you use Terra today
to help you?”

“Of course. Come on. I think I got a
tool belt that’ll fit you. We’re building walls today.”

“Okay, great.” Terra said, a bit
nervous. She hadn’t really expected to be building anything, just
helping out however she could. But Carmine would have none of that.
He was a master builder, and very patient in explaining things to
her.

They spent the afternoon leveling a
floor and setting a brick wall. It was hard work, and by the end of
the day she was exhausted. But it was satisfying. She ran her hands
over the red bricks, taking satisfaction in having helped create
something so tangible.

“Good work, Little T. You got a knack
for it. See you tomorrow,” Carmine said.

The next day, she helped pour concrete
flooring. Terra quickly learned there was little deference to her
as a girl. Nobody treated her like the weaker sex. Everyone was
expected to pull their weight. It was both taxing and liberating.
Terra remembered her father always made her feel like she was
capable of nothing more than holding a flashlight. Here, the guys
didn’t think twice about asking her to grab the wheel barrel and
haul over two more bags of concrete mix.

When she took a shower after working
all day, muscles she didn’t know she had ached. She discovered for
the first time the satisfaction that could come from physical work.
After a week, looking at her naked body in the mirror. Terra could
see she had gotten leaner and stronger. She developed a deep tan
from working outside. Come ‘fire time’, she ate ravenously, and
began eating a big breakfast every morning. Every day, her body
felt more powerful.

For the next few weeks, they fell into
a rhythm. Every day, Terra would help Carmine with the construction
of the buildings, and at night, after fire time and dinner, she and
Nik would go to the island. Nik would anchor the boat and dive off,
turning on the underwater lights. Sometimes they’d dive, and
sometimes they’d go straight to the hull of the boat, eager to get
at each other. Usually they’d start with hurried, fevered sex, as
if the long wait since the night before had caused their bodies to
starve. They’d go at each other with a hunger that grew stronger
the more it was fed. Afterward, they’d lie together on their backs,
or look out the boat window at the brightly lit water and swarms of
colorful fish.

After resting, they’d have sex again.
Every night, they’d try something different. Their total comfort
and openness with each other brought out their adventurous side.
Feeling free and more emboldened each night, Terra was shameless in
her quest to learn everything possible about how to please him. She
felt Nik had an unfair advantage in that he seemed to have an
inexhaustible sexual knowledge. She was determined to even the
score.

He proved both an expert teacher and a
willing subject. As the weeks passed, they explored deeper and
deeper pleasures, beyond what Terra knew was possible. She felt
enormously empowered as she learned to do to him what he’d many
times done to her—bring him just to the brink of orgasm, then not
let him come. At these times, she felt drunk on the power she had
over him as she kept him on the edge, in complete control of him as
he would writhe and beg her to finish him off. In his delirious
state, she’d tease him relentlessly, describing in detail what she
was going to do to make him come. She learned how to stretch his
pleasure further and further, and the more she could excite him,
the more excited it made her. In the end, they were always
exhausted and fully satiated.

In the middle of the night, after
their bodies were too tired to go further, they’d sleep on the
beach on thick blankets, under the warm duvet.

One night, they got to the island
late. They were both extra tried from a long day of work in the hot
sun. Instead of going into the hull of the boat, Nik suggested they
lie on the beach and look at the stars. They lay on their backs,
naked, looking up at the vast night sky. They talked for hours. Nik
told her about what life was like in Greece. He told her how he
first developed his love for the ocean by taking a small sailboat
out by himself to fish when he was only eleven years old, one time
staying out for three days and nights. Terra talked about college,
and why she wanted to be a pediatrician.

They talked until they were nearly
delirious with the need for sleep. Terra had been amazed at how
little sleep she was getting, and how little it seemed to affect
her. There were nights they only slept a couple hours, but she’d be
ready to work the next day, full of energy, as if being with Nik
gave her super powers. Now the need for sleep was catching up with
her.