Chapter Twelve

Raul might have been relieved that Helena would eventually return to Paxton, but, as he, Monica and his daughter headed towards their hotel in Ocho Rios, it occurred to him that – without her knowledge – the witch had given him and his mate what they had not had: a honeymoon. Had Helena told them that she would never come back, it would be very difficult for him to stay in Jamaica. Although he would get a chance to see her a lot, every time they would meet, he would remember her denial. What would be the purpose of spending another day in the tropics, if he had failed in what he had set out to do? The prospect of spending some alone time with his mate, away from all the troubles of work in Paxton sounded very interesting to say the least. Seven days in a warm climate, far away from the freezing cold, and in the company of Helena as well, were not something that he would not normally pass on. In this case however, he would have to.

The Alpha was somewhat disappointed, as their cab driver drove them around in Ocho Rios. Even in February, it was bustling with people. Hordes of tourists were in the narrow streets, and most of them were too intoxicated to keep their voices down. Almost every bar in the area was packed. Raul’s senses were experiencing torment, not that different from the torment he suffered, every time he found himself in New York City. But, as their taxi pulled over outside their hotel, he was glad to discover that it was far enough away from all the noise. Indeed, it was least three hundred yards away from the nearest club. The loud, beating music was nothing more than a deep rumble. Still, its finest feature was not seclusion. A few minutes later, Raul found out that Monica had booked for them a room with a balcony, and a breathtaking view of the ocean. More than that, on the front edge of the balcony, there was a small staircase that led directly into the water. A night swim stood literally just a few paces away.

A true son of the mountain like him was never really a big fan of the sea. He belonged in the mountain, not in the ocean. Nevertheless, the scent of the iodine in his nostrils, combined with his fatigue, filled him with an uncontrollable urge to feel the warmth of the ocean on his skin. Raul pulled the porch door open sideways, and then began to get rid of his clothes in a hurry, as if his own life depended on his speed. He stopped at the edge of staircase, and cast a glance down at Monica, over his right shoulder. She was still tucking their daughter in. Without wasting any time, Raul jumped off. As soon as his toes made contact with the surface, he realized that Helena was not exaggerating when she described Jamaica as “heaven on Earth.” The water was indeed warm, a lot warmer than he had dared to believe. It engulfed his large, hefty body, as he fell into the ocean with a splash. Never in his life had he felt like this. It was as if he was floating in a gigantic bathtub, gazing out at the glorious reflection of the moon on the surface, as tiny waves splashed onto his chest and his back. However, as the sound of Monica’s footsteps on the balcony rang in his ears, he realized that this experience was about to become much, much better. She was wearing a yellow bikini. Her olive skin tone was glimmering deep golden amber in the moonlight. Unlike him, she chose to gracefully climb down the stairs, her gaze never wavering from his face.

“Lose the bikini,” he urged, pushing his hair back from his face. “Trust me; naked is better.”

Her only response to his remark came in the form of a sexy smile. Her curvy body sent ripples across the surface, as she submerged herself into the water. Raul’s heartbeat started to escalate as she reached out towards him. Finally, they could be intimate with one another in an ideal, romantic setting.

“I would rather if you took it off,” Monica whispered, as she curled her arms around his neck. Putting his hands on either hip, Raul pulled her close, as he tilted his head down. His wet lips covered her mouth, as she splayed her fingers over the back of his head. Her muffled whimper sent shivers down his spine, as he felt her heavy breasts, pressing against his body. The tip of his tongue teased the seam of her mouth, as she threaded her fingers through his hair. He craved her with every molecule of his being. The long abstinence, combined with their surroundings had sent his desire sky high. He was burning to spend a hot, steamy night with her, just like the ones before she got pregnant, when he would claim her body again and again until the early morning. Raul knew it was a fool’s hope, but he would not give it up. Monica’s fingernails raked his scalp, as she wrapped her legs around his waist. The feeling that simple move was enough to make the blood pulse in his veins. In an instant, he sensed every vein on his cock throb, trapped between their bodies.

“God, I’ve missed you so much,” Monica whimpered, as Raul flexed his arm muscles around her. Using his weight and strength, he pushed her back, toward the staircase, at the same time struggling to fight off the urge to take her, right there and then. The mere sight of her body had turned him on; their passionate kiss was testing his limits. However, the Alpha was not going to change his ways. One of the things that his doctor loved about him was his thoughtfulness. Why would he do something so reckless, and so out of character? Why should he even consider attempting anything that could potentially ruin their first night together in months? No, a quick, unsentimental encounter was out of the question. A light bump off the railing told him that they had reached their destination. Raul’s hands traveled down Monica’s body, as she stepped onto the stairway. A lustful sigh fled her lips, as he slipped his hands into her bikini bottoms. A rumbling snarl rattled in his throat as he squeezed the juicy flesh of her ass cheeks. His right index finger was tantalizingly close to her entrance. He even felt the softness of her pussy on his fingertip. But Raul quickly discarded the thought of penetrating her like that. He had other plans for that night. His hands crept around her waist, as her left hand slid along his shoulder. Hooking his thumbs into the waistband of her bikini bottoms, he pulled them down her legs, as Monica tilted her head back.

“Always my naughty wolf,” she breathed, her raspy voice filled with lust, sending waves of desire coursing through him, as she stroked his firm skin.

“I’ve never wanted you more,” he muttered under his breath, pulling her bikini bottoms off her feet. Taking the dripping material out of the water, he tossed it over his head, and onto the balcony. Eager to pleasure her, Raul put his hands on her waist. Her playful laughter filled his ears, as he pushed her body upward. Countless drops of water dripped off her legs and feet, as he pulled her out of the sea. The Alpha bit his lower lip, at the sight of her wet, half-naked body. Monica’s hardened nipples were ready to poke out of her top, whereas her shapely legs were glowing under the moonlight. Raul eased her down onto the top landing, locking his gaze on her eyes. Reaching behind her back, she undid the knot of her bra, and let it drop to the balcony floor.

“Never?” Monica whispered, drawing her gaze down to his chest. Ample water drops were rolling down his chiseled pecs, as he bent down towards her.

“Never,” Raul admitted, catching a glimpse of her glorious breasts, just before closing his eyes. Saltiness overwhelmed his taste, as his lips landed just below her stomach. Snaking his tongue out of his mouth, he collected some drops of water, as he reached up. A deep grunt escaped him, as his hands encircled her breasts. For a moment, he thought about focusing his attention on them. But, with his mouth just a few inches away from her pussy, he could not resist the temptation. Gently squeezing her beautiful globes, Raul started to kiss his way down her body, savoring the sound of Monica’s quickening breath, as she leaned against her shoulders. He trailed his index finger around her nipple, as his chin brushed against her clit. His big, stiff cock twitched, as his lips found her supersensitive area. Monica thrust her right arm up to cover her mouth, as he sucked her clit into his mouth. The Alpha would love to hear her pleasurable moans once again. Even so, he was ecstatic. She was his to dominate, worship and pleasure. With her muffled moans in his ears, he traced the tip of his tongue around her clit, as his hands slid down her body. Closing his lips around it yet again, he squeezed the sides of her stomach first, and then used his hands to spread her legs a little more.

“Oh, my God!” She groaned, pressing her wrist to her mouth, as she tossed her head back. Raul swirled the tip of his tongue around her clit, sliding his right hand closer to her pussy. By now, he could feel his balls tightening more and more by the second, aching to release all the energy that had been building up inside him for so long. Using his index and middle fingers, he spread her velvety pussy lips, as he flicked his tongue across her clit. Monica pulled her palm away from her face, as her loud, pleasurable moan filled the air. He loved to hear that sound… Not only did it turn him on, but it also told him that what he was doing to her had overwhelmed her so much that she could no longer attempt to stifle her cries of pleasure. Sensing her juices, mixed with sea water on his fingertips, he moved his mouth further down. Her softness on his lips made his heart pound against his chest, as he French kissed her pussy. Raul slipped his index finger into her, feeling her inner walls stretch around him, as a bigger wave splashed onto his back.

“I’m so close…” Monica whimpered, squeezing her eyes shut as her thigh muscles flexed. She bucked against his face, and he pushed his finger all the way inside her. Her words had come as no surprise to him. It was somewhat fast, yet it was nothing more than he expected. Abstinence had affected her, just as much as it had affected him. And Raul loved her confession. It spurred him on, compelled him to make this first orgasm special. Therefore, he snaked his tongue out of his mouth, driving his finger in and out of her, as Monica lay her back down on the balcony floor. Sensing the hardness of her clit on the tip, he used his free hand to stroke her inner thigh, as she squirmed beneath him. His doctor’s moans picked up in volume. Raul’s eyes snapped open; he was dying to catch a glimpse of her arousal. When he looked up at her, the sight that greeted him sent massive shots of adrenaline, rushing through his veins. Her eyes were shut, her face was twisting, she was licking and biting her lips, as moan after sexy moan fled her mouth. Slipping his middle finger into her as well, he started to nibble on her clit, feeling her hot, sticky juices on his skin. Once again, Monica thrust her arms up to cover her mouth, much to his dislike. But, he was not going to stop. Her entire body quivered beneath him, as her aggressive orgasm washed over her, stealing her breath. The waves were still subsiding, as he slowly pulled his fingers out of her. Raul laid one last kiss on her clit, and then opened his eyes, as she dropped her arms down on the floor.

“Oh, God…” Monica gave a short chuckle, shaking her head sideways, as he climbed the staircase. “I had almost forgotten how good it felt.”

“I’m guessing we can’t go inside.” Raul spoke in a low voice, as he swept the balcony.

“Not unless you want to be interrupted again.” She assumed a lazy tone, her eyes sparkling with bliss, as a slow smile formed on her face.

The Alpha did not dignify her comment with a comment of his own. Instead, he fixed his gaze on the blue sun chair, in the left corner of the balcony. Not wasting any more time, he passed her by, as drops of water raced down his chiseled abs. Raul jogged towards it, eager to take her in his arms, and make her feel like a woman once more that night. He lay down, as she sauntered towards him, sensually shaking her hips. Upon reaching him, Monica swung her left leg around the chair, as her smile disappeared. Her eyes had narrowed with lust, as she lowered herself onto him. Raul felt her dripping wet pussy on his balls, as she bent towards him. Her soft hands landed on his chest, as she pressed her lips against his mouth. Monica’s long fingernails lightly scratched his skin, as she pulled him into the magic of her kiss.

“Hot mama,” he whispered in her mouth, as he reached down. Gripping the bottom of his rock-hard shaft, he freed it, as he snaked his other arm around her waist. She swiped her tongue across his lower lip, as the swollen cockhead made contact with her soft pussy lips. Monica tipped her head back, as Raul’s cock slid through the wet folds of her womanhood.

“Yeah…” She hissed, licking her upper lip, as his shaft stretched her, going deeper inside her, as Raul licked her chin. His right hand gripped her hip as well, as he began to rock into her, feeling the heat of her pussy surrounding him. His lips collected tiny drops of water, as he kissed his way down her neck. Saltiness overwhelmed his senses, as he breathed hard on her skin. Monica tilted her head all the way back, exhaling hard, as his mouth traveled closer to her breasts. Raul let go of her right hip, and reached up, smoothing his other hand over her ass cheek. Driving his hand into her hair, he squeezed her delectable flesh, as he moved his lips over to her left breast. Kissing the underside, he let out a deep grunt, savoring the tenderness of her skin on his mouth, as he splayed his fingers over her ass.

“Sexy little doc,” Raul grunted, forcing a deeper moan from her, as he sank his very short fingernails into her skin. Releasing her hair, he slid his hand down her back, as Monica tipped her head forward once more. Second by second, she was leading him to a realm of ecstasy: her realm. She was not doing much to him, yet, the sensation of her pussy, clinging to his cock, and the simple fact that she was in his embrace were enough to sweep him off his feet. Monica pressed her lips against his cheek, as the flesh of her ass filled his left hand. It was as if she meant to distract him from kissing her breast; and it worked. Raul ran his tongue up her globe, flicking it over her nipple, just before their mouths joined in a sizzling hot kiss. She cupped his face in her hands, as he quickened his pace. He felt her thumbs on his temples, as he plowed away into her. His tongue crept into her mouth and found hers, as her muffled moans fueled his desire, causing his balls to tighten even more. Monica trailed her fingertips up his face, their tongues entwining with one another, as he released her butt cheeks.

“More…” she whimpered, as he bit her upper lip. “Give me more, baby. I’m close again.”

A deep groan served as his response, as his hard thrusts coaxed her closer to her second orgasm that night. He could feel her ass wobbling, as he held onto her hips. For a moment, he thought of cupping it yet again. Raul absolutely adored touching her there, and she loved it as well. Still, he would do no such thing. Instead, he preferred to let it brush his skin, as he pounded her pussy. Monica tossed her head back, abruptly ending their kiss, as she grabbed him by the hair. Her loud, wild moans ripped through the air, as pulsing ecstasy shot through her. Raul’s leg muscles tensed, as he stared at her bouncing breasts. Quickly pulling out, he grabbed the base of his shaft a split second before his own juices exploded out of him. His doctor tipped her head down, as she opened her eyes. Gasping for breath, she gave him one of her sweetest smiles, as she bent down towards him. Monica planted a juicy kiss on his lips, and put her head in the crook of his neck and shoulder.

“Thank you,” she purred, as he wrapped his arms around her back.

“Thank me?” He exclaimed, as his brows shot up. “What for?”

“For treating my body like it hasn’t changed,” Monica explained, her tone mellow, as she looked up at him. “For making me feel special.”

“Doc…” he snorted in amusement, as he caressed her lower back. “Your body hasn’t changed much. So what if you’re still carrying some pregnancy weight? You could turn into a five-hundred pound whale for all I care. You’d still turn me on. I’d still want to kiss you all over.”

“You’re too sweet, my Alpha,” she whispered, tapping her index finger on his cheekbone. Raul chose silence over conveying another truthful rebuttal. After all, words were not necessary at this time. All he had to do was gaze deeply into her eyes; the eyes that had captured his heart, ever since the night she found him on her doorstep. For him, this was more precious and more memorable than any type of conversation.