Jamaica

I gasp when his mouth finds mine and rage inside even as I open, pushing my tongue against his in a kiss that has everything in me heating up.

My nipples, hard already from the cool water, become stiffer and my sex lets off an awe inspiring banshee cry reminiscent of a Valkyrie. It feels so good when Santiago pulls me closer, moving his hips between my splayed legs that I can’t do anything but moan and rub myself against him, the heat of him and the coolness of the water creating a contradiction that has my arousal shooting higher.

We shouldn’t do this, not out here where we can be caught but apparently my body doesn’t care because I grind into his erection harder and pant when his tip grazes my clit.

“I want you so badly I ache with it, Bella.” He growls, pulling away to stare down at me with an intent look.

I know what he’s doing, why he stopped, and I hate it as much as I love it. Part of me wants him to take away the choice and seduce me into having hard, fast sex right here and now but a part of me is also strangely grateful that he has enough respect for me to stop and give me the choice.

I should not do this. It’s dangerous and senseless and I know that I will only regret it in the morning when my stupid heart starts going soft and my emotions get involved.

I don’t stop, though, because the truth is that I’m horny and needy and I want this man enough to throw caution to the wind and take what I want. Just for this moment I think, taking his face in my hands and holding his gaze as I lower my mouth.

This kiss is a wet glide of lips. Slow. Sensual and I hear him grunt when I push my tongue into his open mouth and taste him with a languorous sweep of my tongue.

“Make love to me.”

He shudders against me, his arms going around me and pulls me into his body, his shaft pressing into me where I pulse and wetness springs forth.

I gasp when he shoves a hand into my sleep shorts, ripping them off and down my legs. The cool water feels strange against my hot sex and I writhe while he pulls my vest over my head, leaving me just as naked as he is.

That’s when reality, stark and brutal intrudes and I pull away, shoving my arms over my breasts and as much as my stomach as I can cover. My body is not pretty after an almost four month pregnancy.

Most women take about that long to start showing even a small bump. Everything on me expanded fast. My boobs grew a cup size in two months and then shrunk drastically after, leaving tiny little lines on my breasts.

My belly and hips just seemed to swell as well so I have the little lines there, too, as well as a slight bubble where once I had muscle tone. I don’t feel confident anymore, a huge reason that I haven’t bothered to have sex for this long as well as, well, I didn’t want anyone until now.

Santiago goes still, staring down at me and I am about to grab my wet clothes and book it the heck out of here when he leans down, looks right into my eyes and pushes my arms away gently.

“The body of a mother is perfect, always. Don’t hide from me, my Bella. Let me see you and know that I find you exceptional no matter what you may see. My eyes see only your beauty.”

A lump forms in my throat, making breathing hard and it’s not easy for me to stand still and watch as he steps back and looks down at me through the water.

With the lights on in the pool, I feel as if a spot light is shining on my every flaw, but Santiago doesn’t seem put off at all. No, in fact, I see him shudder and push a hand down to grip his cock, the heated look on his face melting some of my inhibitions and embarrassment.

“Do you see what you do to me, baby?” he asks, stroking himself slowly while I watch and lick my lips, dying for a taste of him. “I want inside you now, hard and fast and then I want to take you to our bed and touch you everywhere.”

I can only nod and gasp when he grabs me and pulls me close, kissing me while his hands hoist my legs up and around his hip, opening me for the hot press of his cock against my entrance.

I’m wet already, have been since I saw him rise from the water splendidly naked and ready for me, so it’s easy for us both when he cups one ass cheek and firmly presses me down on him.

I take him all, panting as every thick inch separates my flesh and fills me, his hissed breath in my neck causing chills of pleasure to shudder through me from my neck to the over full sheath where he’s possessing every inch.

“Sì, Bella.” He groans, keeping his hips still as he pins me to the side of the pool and just breathes.

I feel every throb of his cock beating deep inside me and the sensation is enough to make me clench on the verge of a small orgasm.

“Not yet, baby. Just let me feel this for a minute,” he begs, sucking and biting at my neck when I push closer, silently begging for him to move inside me.

If we weren’t in the pool I’d lay odds I’d be wetter than I have ever been in my life. I can feel my sex throbbing, streaming forth with arousal. It’s a pain that is so deep and mixed with pleasure I want to throw him down, slam myself onto him and ride him wildly to an orgasm I know will shatter me.

“Santiago, move.” I gasp when I flutter around him.

I’m going to come from nothing more than feeling him inside me, but I don’t want that. I want him pushing into me so I can feel each slow drag of his flesh against mine.

I want to feel him lose control and swell where we meet, the thick head of his cock pressing against that spot deep inside that brings me the ultimate pleasure.

I’ve always loved sex, well, since I had my first go at eighteen when I entered college, but nothing feels the way Santiago does when he’s hitting me deep and stimulating me inside.

I’ve come in many ways. Oral. Fingers. Straight up sex. Never has a man made me come without playing with my clit. Only Santiago has ever done that, and I crave the cell deep pleasure the way a junkie craves his next fix.

I want to come inside, not just from stimulation to my clit, and I want it to happen while he’s losing control and coming with me, the heat of him filling me up.

He groans when I try to move my hips and bites to keep me still before pulling me up his length and slowly lowering me again.

“Aaaah.”

“Yes, feel me inside you, my Bella, where only I can reach. I can feel you wetting me, sucking at me.” He snarls, moving me in that same slow rhythm while I struggle to breathe and let him lead.

The slow thrusts he gives me while working me over him are too much and yet not enough, so I clamp down on his next glide in and lean over to kiss him, deeply, my tongue spearing his mouth in the same rhythm I need between my legs.

Santiago gives a full body shiver and hoists us both up and out of the pool. How he manages is beyond me but I groan when my back hits the towel draped over the lounger and almost scream when he presses my thighs wide and starts spearing into me hard.

“You want me hard? Is that what you want?” He snarls, thrusting so hard on the last word I shift up the lounger.

“Yes. Oh God, yes, Santiago. Deeper.”

He doesn’t disappoint when I bring my hands up to squeeze my breasts, the wild look that comes over his face making me clench harder around him.

He loves this, gets turned on even more when I touch myself for him. It makes him wild for me, like right now when he grits his teeth, closes his eyes and starts taking me roughly.

I come first. It hits out of nowhere. My clit beats a pulse faster than my heartbeat and then I’m locking down and detonating, my sex quaking as shudders of fulfilment streak through me.

Santiago growls, pushes deep one last time and curses as he comes, filling me up, the heated wash of him inside making me clench again and quiver out a final wave of satiation.

I can hardly breathe when he rears up and pulls out, his face shadowed. He doesn’t say a word, something I’m not at all surprised by because he never speaks after sex.

This time, though, he doesn’t just roll away and expect me to leave. He leans down, scoops me up and carries me inside, his mouth coming down on mine when he lowers me to the mattress.

“Now…we make love.”

 

Santiago

I’m so hard when Bella stretches out beneath me, leaving her body open for my eyes that I have to press a hand to my cock to still the violent thumping.

I’ve just come inside her, so hard I felt my toes curl and every part of me lock up, and yet I am hard again. Because she is here and I have never wanted anything more than I want her in this moment.

I lower myself to the bed, coming down on my side and ignore my need to run a hand over her skin, touching the slight white lines that surround her large breasts.

These marks are the wounds she carries after I put my baby inside her. The thought makes me ache but I push it away, concentrating instead on showing my woman that nothing will ever make her ugly in my eyes.

She shudders beneath me when I trace a finger over the marred skin and sighs when I lean in to lick each one, the feel of her on my tongue making my cock pulse and stream my seed onto the sheets.

Her nipples bead as I run my tongue over her and I smile when she moans a protest, trying to keep my mouth on her when I lick lower to worship her stomach.

The marks do not bother me, in fact they turn me on even more because I know that if I get my way soon enough this skin will stretch again because my child will be here, nestled inside her body.

I lick and suck on her while she sighs and then move down again, grimacing over the seed that leaks from her. I want my mouth on her, pleasuring her pink flesh but I do not like the taste of my own seed.

“Santiago.”

Oh hell, I can stand it as long as I get to taste her too, I think, opening my mouth over her clit and sucking while she gasps and presses me closer. I love that about her. Bella is not inhibited about sex.

She revels in it and never hesitates to tell me what she needs. Right now it’s my mouth, sucking and licking her, bringing her to another orgasm. So that is what I do. I use my seed to smooth the way as I thrust two fingers deep inside her, pressing into her sheath in an upward motion as I lock my teeth around her nub and used my tongue to flick it back and forth.

The dual stimulation makes her pant and go tight around my fingers and I shudder when she starts babbling, telling me how to suck, to push my fingers deeper and play with her clit.

This is why sex with anyone else has been unsatisfying, I think, giving her what she wants while her sex goes hot and even wetter, the smooth walls sucking my fingers deeper inside.

She is wild in her need and matches the violence of my own lust. I sometimes like to play and take things slowly but most of all I like hard, deep sex so raw and lusty that we are both bruised and spent after.

Bella groans when I scrape her clit with my teeth, suck her clit hard and twist my hand, pumping my hand to get her off fast before my cock erupts and I spend over the sheets.

She comes with a scream, her hands pulling at my hair, thighs clenching around my head and I rear up, pushing her knees to her chest and slamming home with a howl of pleasure.

Being inside her is unlike anything I have felt before. She’s tight and deep, taking me all the way in without me having to fear hurting her. She is perfect for me, built exactly right to take my cock and the hard sex that I crave.

She shudders beneath me, hot, wet and so tight I feel myself tremble when I pull back and she clamps down.

I don’t want to come fast so I count my thrusts, concentrating on pleasuring her, needing her to crave this as much as I do. When she comes, the feel of my mouth on her breasts, my cock pressing into her spot, I let go, yelling out and filling her as she quakes around my flesh.

I am spent, completely spent, as I pull away with a groan, falling to the bed beside her, but instead of turning as I always did before, afraid to share the cuddling she loves so much, I pull her into my arms, spooning her and kiss her neck reverently.

“That was spectacular.”

Bella tenses and turns in my arms, her face going slack when I press a hand down, cupping her sex. I don’t know why I do this, I never have before but for some reason I need to place my claim on this part of her and I do so by gathering the come that slips from her body and pressing it back inside where it will do the most good.

“What…?”

“My come feels good inside you. I don’t like the thought of it slipping out of you.”

“But…what…I…aren’t you going to go back to the couch?” she asks, her eyes peering at my uncomfortable bed through the darkness.

“Why? I’m just going to want you again and I like the feel of your naked body pressed against me,” I say honestly, pulling my hand away from her sex to cup her ass and pull her closer.

She splutters, narrows her eyes and huffs as if honestly confused. The look is so adorable I grin and peck at her lips, pulling away only when she pushes against my chest.

“What is this! You never cuddle. Or talk about seed, and, and talk after sex.”

“I want to now. I want to enjoy holding you and wake you up with my mouth on you. I can’t do any of those things if you are here and I am sleeping on the couch.”

“But-”

“Don’t over analyze everything, Bella. Can’t we just enjoy this time together? We are perfect in bed. We pleasure each other as if we were made to make love. Let’s just enjoy this, Bella, and think tomorrow. After more sex,” I say, grinning when she flops back and closes her eyes.

I leave her that way, silently watching as she thinks about what has happened and what I’ve said. When she turns her head and looks at me, I have to stifle a smile because I see the old Bella I adored, the one who doesn’t think about the future, days from now, weeks from now.

I see the spontaneous woman who loves sex and doesn’t let emotions or lack thereof rule her every decision.

“Sex. I can do sex.”