He took my hand in his and I walked after him, why had he stopped? Where were we going? I saw my answer. The day-beds for lounging tourists spread down along the beach. We walked in the soft sand, cool now in the dark, and he pushed one of the privacy curtains aside. They were romantic, private, and perfect for what he had in mind. Soft white sheets, a canopy and gauze curtains that would hide us from the moonlight.

My pulse raced as we kicked our shoes off, and I gasped quietly when he pulled me off balance to tumble me into the dark with him. Then his hands and lips were there, and I forgot to care about things like what was right and what was wrong. Tiago could never be a mistake.

He pulled me into him on the soft double-sized bed. Heat blazed through my core, igniting my skin as the world spun around me. I clung to him, whimpering quietly as his lips trailed over my neck. When he pressed a knee between my thighs to climb between them, I knew there was no going back.

I didn’t want to go back.

I knew I could, at any time. I knew one word and he’d pull away and let me go and do what I wanted. But, “no” wasn’t a word I wanted to use that night.

That night, all I wanted to say was yes.

I wanted to also say something seductive, something that would be an encouragement, or something that he’d think was sexy. But once he kissed me, I didn’t want to break my lips from his. Our lips sealed together, and our tongues tangled until I wanted to sigh with happiness. I had my arms around his neck, my fingers entwined together as he knelt over me, our bodies pressed together so intimately.

I was really going to do this. Using my arms around his neck I pulled him closer, pulling the heat of his body, the realness of him, closer.

I felt him, his body intimately pressed into mine as he rocked into me. His lips pulled away from mine to slide down my jaw, and down my neck. I felt dizzy for a moment as I fought for breath. The way that big, hard bulge in his pants pressed into my core felt so good. So very good. He brought his head back up to mine as his right hand began to explore my body.

My dress had ridden up over my hips and I gasped as his hand moved down to the exposed skin there. His hand travelled up, but not far, only to my tummy to tease me. It was a new experience, this anticipation of his touch. I inhaled his scent and that mixed with the need his hand on my bare stomach created. I wanted… I wanted to bite the soft skin of his neck. An odd compulsion but I followed it to nip at the flesh where his pulse was beat swiftly just beneath my lips.

He groaned in appreciation when my teeth scraped his skin. I moaned, letting my tongue dart out to taste him. My hands began to roam, to push away the buttons of his white shirt beneath the suit jacket and sought out the hard, silky flesh beneath. His skin was so hot, so fucking smooth.

I moaned softly at his throat when I felt his muscled chest and sighed in total delight when I felt his muscled back. This was a man that took care of himself. He moved back enough to remove the barriers to my hands but came back quickly, his hands at the top of my head to hold my face still.

“Why the hell have you been hiding from me all of these years, June? You’re amazing.”

“I didn’t—I never thought you and I…” I shook my head. “I’m not adventurous. I’m not brave. I don’t even have any real friends.” I looked away. “God, I even had to find somebody to take Oscar for a week while I was gone, and he was happy to leave. Happy! I bore my own cat and that’s not easily done.”

Tiago smiled softly and shook his head. “I always knew there was somebody interesting behind those shields you wear for glasses. I just didn’t know how to bring you out of your shell.”

“Wait, what?” I blinked, easing my head back against the hard pillow to look at his whole face.

“I always wondered about you, over there in the corner of my bar. I wanted to know your story, but you were so… unapproachable. Those books you always held out like armor, the way you’d never talk to anybody else. Just read and sip your wine. I thought you wouldn’t be interested in conversation. I figured you were like those books of yours with no covers; obviously something interesting enough to read but hidden away from prying eyes.”

“You noticed me?” I heard the tremor and squeak in my voice and cringed.

But Tiago’s eyes held mine, full of fire and heat as he moved against me.

“Yeah, for a long time now. I would sometimes catch glimpses of your eyes when your glasses slid down your nose while you read, and I’d have to think about my bills just to calm the hell down. Those eyes of yours have always been a temptation.”

Fire flashed behind his eyes.

“You’ve always been my temptation, June.”

“Really?” I breathed the word out.

His finger ran down my cheek, and he smiled. “Close your eyes, angel. Let me explore you.”

For a minute I wondered if I was still asleep on the plane and this was all a dream. Then his lips trailed down my neck and nipped at just the right spot. My hips shot up into his and that hit the most pleasurable spot. My hips ground into his as pleasure jolted through me.

“Calm, June. Take your time, baby. I’m going to get to that pussy of yours, but not yet. Not until you’re melting for me. Let me take you somewhere you’ve never been before.”

He’d already taken me to several places I’d never been before. He’d taken me down the wedding aisle. And to Hawaii. And now to here, on this very public, yet still private bed. His fingers trailed up beneath my dress again, and I decided to do some exploration of my own. I ran my hand down his back, down to the round outline of his ass, and when I squeezed his hard muscles flexed at my touch.

I clenched my hands on him until his hips jutted forward to press his cock into my hot center, and we both gasped. A thin slip of satin covered my pussy and I wanted it gone, I wanted to feel him against me, in me. I moved, my hands frantic on his belt, but he grasped them, until I fell back against the bed to let him explore me.

He groaned when I pressed my hips up into his, a defiant gesture. I wanted more.

He pulled at my dress, then removed my bra, and sighed when his hands cupped my full breasts for a moment. He moved on though, he didn’t linger long enough. His lips against my flesh guided him down my flat abdomen, and then lower, to the wet heat barely covered by the satin of my panties. His lips stopped at the part of me that ached the most for his touch.

His hands dove into the sides of the material of my panties and pulled them down. He moved back to where he wanted to be, right there between my thighs. I had my eyes clenched shut, I didn’t want to know what he thought about me there. I’d had a wax appointment, and it hadn’t been fun, but I liked the neat look of the groomed style I’d chosen—bare, with just a small patch of hair on my mound. I felt his breath on my hot skin and shivered. He lingered there, inhaled deeply.

“Fuck, June. Your pussy is so damn beautiful.”

Then he moved, his soft lips against my silky folds, and I melted.

For the very first time in my life I felt a hot, wet, tongue lap against my clit and I nearly jumped from the bed. It felt so good, but it tickled too. When he did it and I groaned, his hand came up to smother my cry of pleasure. He didn’t stop the pace of his tongue as it licked at my clit, and I didn’t stop my moans as pleasure rocked through me.

The way his hand covered my mouth made it even more erotic, we were too exposed, out in the open, but his tongue was still in my pussy and I just didn’t care.

My eyes opened wide as he used the fingers of his other hand to spread my folds wide, his tongue flattened out to taste all of me with one swipe.

My body moved of its own will and pushed up to meet his tongue on each stroke, my breasts rose and fell as I struggled to breathe through the sensations he sent through my body.

I watched him move in the moonlight, fascinated with the way his head moved each time he stroked his tongue up and down my cleft.

When he formed a vice around my clit and sucked, I exploded, the first orgasm a man had ever given me. My body gave in to his demands, into my need for release and I twisted beneath him.

I felt myself let go, his hand still in place to muffle my cries. I screamed against his palm, before another wave of pleasure shot through me, and I gasped. I’d never made sounds like that before, I’ve never come that hard before, but Tiago wrung every moment of it from that he could.

This might end up being a mistake, but he’d given me something that could be never taken away, a moment of pure bliss.

His tongue slowed as the aftershocks began to ebb, until the sensation became too much and I pulled my hips away.

He barely gave me a moment to catch my breath before his lips were on mine, kissing me like he never wanted to let me go. I moaned, kissing him right back. I could taste my own desire on his lips, and though it was never something I’d thought about, in that moment, it made everything even more erotic.

He pulled away and we both sat up, Tiago handing me my shoes as I slipped on my bra, panties, and then my dress. And before I knew it, we were in the elevator. He kissed me again, giving me back the taste of my own pussy, my body pinned to wall, until we reached the very top floor.

We walked to our room where he turned me, and then my dress was gone. He gazed at my panties and bra with lust and fire before he removed those too.

His own hastily replaced clothes were discarded and then my husband, my brand-new husband, took me to his bed. I slid up onto his body in the dark room. I leaned over, my lips met his as I reached between us, curious to feel a real cock. I was astonished at the size of him and gasped.

“I don’t think that’s going to fit.”

He chuckled against my lips and smoothed my hair down. “It will, beautiful. And you’ll be begging for more of it by the time I’m finished with you.”

I gulped and then scoffed. I wasn’t so sure, but he knew better than me.

His hands moved down to my nipples, another spot only he had touched, but he hadn’t lingered earlier as he did now. His fingers worked the tight flesh, until my hips shifted on him. I was on his cock now, the hard length between us another diversion.

“I’m going to fuck you until you can’t stand, June, and then I’m going to do it all over again.”

My eyes widened at his words, but I wasn’t afraid, I was eager. His fingers sent sparks of need straight down to my clit, and I ground myself into the very tip of his cock, against the ridge, hitting my clit just right. I might’ve been a virgin, but I wasn’t stupid. I knew what felt good and if something felt nice, it was worth a repeat.

“You’re getting close, baby, I can hear it in the way you breathe. Sink down on my cock now, before you lose the chance to feel something incredible.”

I didn’t know what he meant by that but followed the instruction. I grasped him as I knelt up, and then, slowly, I sank onto the hard flesh of his cock. I gasped as I finally sank down and slowly took every inch he had to give me. There was a lot to take, and for a few moments, I thought I wouldn’t be able to take all of him, but I relaxed and sank down all the way onto him as he guided his cock deep inside of me.

I’d worried about it, but there was no pain. It just felt tight—really, really tight. Different to what I expected or knew. He stretched me, but it was a good stretch. I breathed in deep as I became used to his girth within me and felt something else. An incredible sensation of pleasure mixed with sensation of being filled and I wanted to move. I needed to move.

His hands gripped my waist and flexed, a guide to my movements.

“Take your time, ride me like you want, baby. Take all the time you need.” It sounded as if his jaw was clenched, and I looked down to see a look of wonder on his face. “Fuck, you’re so tight, June.”

“Is that bad?” I stopped automatically, not sure if I had hurt him.

“Fuck no, don’t stop, June. Fuck me, baby. God, June, don’t stop moving.” His words came as gasps, and I couldn’t stop.

I began to twist my hips on him and he taught me what it meant to be in control. I grasped at the headboard with my hands and held on as I worked my hips on him.

“That’s it, baby. Take it.” His growled words sent a shock through my clit and I wanted more of his words. His voice a balm to my needy soul.

“More, Tiago. Talk to me more.” I was concentrating on the sensation building deep inside me while I danced on him, deep inside of me. It was a place only he could touch, only he could stroke.

“You feel so fucking good sliding up and down on my cock, June. So fucking tight, so fucking perfect. It’s like you’re sucking me with your mouth. It’s like your tight little pussy wants to suck all of me as deep as it can.”

That was it. Those were the words I needed to hear, how good I felt to him, in phrases that were only meant for a bedroom. Our bedroom.

I let my head fall back, my hair brushed at my back in a tickle, and I fucked my husband, as he demanded. I put my weight on my hands for balance. Completely naked, my body and soul bared, I rode him without fear, and when his thumb found my clit and his lips found a nipple, I found the right angle that had eluded me. I found the one that made my pussy convulse and grip around him.

I came on my husband’s cock, I came for him, without a hand over my mouth to hide my cries this time. This was even better than when he made me come on the beach. It was a totally different experience when he was inside of me, it sent me into oblivion, and so I kept on with the ride.

Tiago didn’t let me stop there. Oh no.

He pulled out of me and then spun me around, making me gasp as I pushed me onto my hands and knees in front of him. I thrilled in the loss of control to him as his powerful hands gripped my thighs, pulling them wide for him. He stroked my ass, making me shiver in anticipation as I lay there wanting him so badly, bent over for him. But he didn’t do anything else.

Not yet.

Face down, I waited with my breath caught in my chest, my body his and only his. He could have whatever part of me he wanted, he could have it all. One moment I was there, breath held as he teased me with his thick crown, the next he drove into me and I screamed in pleasure.

His hands pulled my ass up for a better angle then held my hips down as he bounced his hips off of mine. That wasn’t enough for him though, and his hands pulled me up so that he could slide them up to my breasts.

I looked up and saw myself in a mirror, my face a mask of pure wanton joy and it took my breath away. He was right, I looked beautiful, seductive when he fucked me. His body and mine coming together like that looked like we’d been made to fuck. Tiago, my husband, the man that made my breasts sway with each thrust, and my body pulse with ecstasy.

This wasn’t about love, not yet, or adoration. It wasn’t about the future or what we had planned, it was about two people that wanted to get off and he was good at what he set out to do. Brutal raw need was all we shared right now and neither of us cared to examine what had caused that need. We just felt it and I gladly took the pleasure he offered and gave it back. I used my body in ways I’d never dreamed I could. I learned I could squeeze him with my pussy to make him groan my name in a provocative way I’d never heard it said before. And when he made me come once more, I learned that I could make him growl with satisfaction.

He let me ride it out and when I slumped against the bed, he drove into me hard and fast until he found his own release. I felt him still, a growl escaped his throat, and then I felt a hard pulse.

“Fuck, June. That pussy, baby. I want to come in it over and over again. I don’t want to ever leave it.” He stopped the words as a groan broke free and he lost it again. His hot cum spilled into me, filling me and pulsing deep inside as I gasped in pleasure, lost in him.

This is what I wanted, and he’d made that a reality. I slumped into the mattress, totally exhausted now. How could this possibly get any better?