Michael Donovan – or perhaps I should say, six feet and three inches of pure, sexual magnetism – has just drawn me into his world, making me ache for him with his broad, masculine chest; cut biceps; bulging shoulders; strong jaw; and pair of hazel eyes that are talking right to my soul. Not that they need to, though. I knew I wanted to have him the moment I laid my eyes on him. I’m not a fan of romantics. I think they tend to get too corny sometimes, and Michael isn’t an exception to that rule. I mean, I found him playing the guitar on an empty beach, for God’s sake. What kind of man flies thousands of miles away from home, and then doesn’t get some rest or go out with his friends? However, it’s not his character that lures me to him like a moth to a flame. It’s his impeccable physique. So far, I have flirted with a couple of locals, but neither of them looked anywhere near as good.

By the time I find myself standing outside his door, ways to seduce him are tumbling through my mind. I don’t wait for him to go in first. Instead, I pass him by, swaying my hips back and forth. I turn right and into the corridor that leads to the bedroom as he closes the door behind him. I stride in, and then kick my shoes away. I lie in bed, but turn over on my back, his footsteps getting louder. Michael stops under the doorframe, with a surprise for me. He’s no longer wearing his tee. I scan his body, from bottom to top. The bulge in his shorts makes me bite my bottom lip, but it’s not the only delicious thing about him. I stare at the deep ridges of his abs, moving my legs apart. I undo my shorts, moisture gathering between my thighs. I lift my legs up in the air, my gaze following him. He doesn’t allow me to undress myself. He pulls the shorts up and off my feet, before wrapping his arms around my calves.

“Talk about legs…” he says, his voice raspy with wanton desire. I flash him a smug smile, his flattery sending more waves of arousal to wash over me. I rest my index finger on my mouth, watching him bend towards me. Even though he couldn’t keep his hands off me earlier, he proves that he wants to take his time with me. Michael begins to trail soft kisses down my calf, stroking my flesh. Willing to tempt him some more, I lift my t-shirt up, exposing my breasts. I push them together, gauging his reaction. The deep grunt that escapes him forces a loud whimper from me. I close my eyes and lay back down, feeling his mouth on my inner thigh.

“I can’t wait to eat you up,” he murmurs, his hands caressing my outer thighs.

“Do it…” I whimper once more, his words turning me on even further. I can suspect what he has in mind, but now that he’s said it, I am desperate to feel him on my pussy. Michael lets go of my leg, only to push my bikini bottom to the side. “Oh, my God…” I moan, squeezing my eyes shut as his lips close around my clit. He doesn’t stay there, though. In a matter of seconds, he is French-kissing my pussy, using his free hand to spread my legs open. I prop myself up on my shoulders, slowly opening my eyes. I reach over to him, and run my hand through his hair, his long grunts shows me that he is enjoying this as much as I am. Michael darts his tongue against my clit, his fingers traveling up my stomach. I grab a fistful of his hair, focusing my gaze on his massive back. I just love how his large muscles flex. This sexy bastard is keeping me submissive, a slave to his whims. He can do whatever he wants to me for all I care. I have more than just his attention. He is worshipping me. Details like “who’s in control” mean nothing to me.

“Yeah, baby!” I groan as the tip of his tongue dances around my entrance and his fingers curl around my breast. Without wasting any time, he squeezes my nipple between his thumb and index finger. Michael compresses and releases, running his tongue up and down my pussy. I grip the sheets hard, my moans getting louder by the second. I feel like I’m going to melt under his sensual assault. Pinching my nipple, he sucks my cunt like he’s sucking the juice out of a half-peeled peach. What he does next is a major shock to me. His warm, wet tongue snakes its way between my folds as he pinches my nipple.

“Fuck!” I cry out, tossing my head back, gripping his hair so hard that I’m sure I hurt him. Still, he doesn’t let up. On the contrary, Michael lets out a deep groan, and starts to drive his tongue in and out of me. Pushing my breast upward, he opens his eyes and looks up into mine. It is as if he wants to see all the heat in them while he coaxes me closer to orgasm. His upper lip is hitting my clit with every push, sending warm rushes of pleasure through my body. I press him down onto me, bucking up my hips. For the first time, I want to have some control over the action. Squeezing my eyes shut, I bang my hand onto the mattress, his deep penetration quickening more and more by the second. My moans resound through the walls of his suite as my orgasm hits me like a tidal wave. Writhing beneath him, I cry out with pleasure as ample juices flow out of my core. I swallow hard, my breath coming out in pants when Michael eases his tongue out of me. Pressing a swift kiss on my clit, he sits up and licks his lips.

“Oh, you bastard…” I gasp, a smile of bliss spreading across my face.

“You’re delicious, naughty girl,” Michael utters, sliding his shorts down his legs. My gaze immediately shoots down his body. The sight that greets me takes my breath away. Eight, rock-hard inches are right there in front of me, ready to quench my desire. He wraps his fingers around his shaft and pulls his foreskin back, exposing the swollen head. Two, thick drops of pre-cum drip out of the tiny hole and land on the sheets as he eases it forward.

“Yum…” I silently mouth, my core aching with desire. He keeps his mouth shut and bites his bottom lip, lying on top of me. I throw my arms around his back as he sears his lips to mine. Our second kiss is nothing like the first. There is no hesitation or awkwardness of any sort. Michael’s passion is literally pouring out of him. With his entire length pressing against my stomach, I rake my fingernails down his back. He delves his tongue into my mouth and circles my tongue with tiny, teasing strokes. I grab and hold onto his shoulder blades as he reaches down. Pulling his cock out from between our bodies, he rubs the head against my clit, teasing me some more.

“Give it to me,” I urge him, my voice a raspy whisper. In a moment, I feel his stiff shaft parting my pussy lips. I moan harder into his mouth, wrapping my legs around his hips. Little by little, he stretches me out, running his hands up my outer thighs.

“You’re so fucking wet,” he growls into my lips, burying himself deep inside of me.

“You’re driving me crazy,” I say to him, gazing deep up into his eyes. “Don’t hold back. Pound me.”

Those last words slip out my mouth. I didn’t mean to tell him what to do, but I am not in the mood for a slow-paced encounter. He has made sure of that. Michael withdraws, the sensation from his juicy cock between my legs intensifying. He kisses my chin, going back in as I stroke his back. Working his way down, he quickens his pace. He releases my left leg, laying open mouth kisses on my chest. I just can’t believe him. Instead of bracing himself on his arms, he wants to pay attention to me – again. And I’d be a fool to stop him or complain to him. Pounding away into me, he runs deliberate circles around my nipple. I sink my long fingernails into his skin the moment he takes my breast into his mouth. He is hitting my clit, his big, hard cock satisfying my lust. I let off an even louder moan as he flicks his tongue over my nipple. He grazes his teeth on my supersensitive skin, his heavy balls slapping against my ass. I can feel my juices flowing down my ass cheeks. All of a sudden, he kisses his way up my chest once again. When I feel his lips back on mine, I pull him onto me in a tight embrace.

“Don’t stop!” I cry out, feeling my second orgasm getting closer. He doesn’t. He keeps on thrusting into me, gently biting my lower lip. I throw my head back, my hand stopping on the back of his neck. I grip him hard, my knees starting to tremble. My pussy muscles clench around his shaft as more of my moans fill his bedroom. The waves of my climax shoot through me, making me scream with pleasure. I hold onto him, pressing the heels of my feet against his lower back. Michael stills his hips, just before he explodes deep inside of me. Overflowing with bliss, I open my blurry eyes, and wipe a drop of sweat from his brow.

“Oh, baby…” he gasps out, rolling over on his back. “What the hell just happened?”

“Do you really not know?” I tease, turning my head to the right to face him.

“That’s not what I mean,” Michael claims. “It just…” he pauses, “happened a little too fast.”

“I think people call it ‘chemistry,’” I say, my tone deepening. “Anyway…” I sigh, scooting over to the edge of the bed. “I’ve got to run. My friend’s going to be worried sick by now.”

“Call her,” he suggests, shrugging his shoulders. “Come on; the night’s still young. Don’t go.”

“I’m sorry, Michael,” I make my voice sound sweeter, grabbing my shorts from the floor. “I want to stay, too, but she’ll bite my head off tomorrow if I spend the night here. Besides, you said you just got here. Aren’t you tired?”

“Right,” Michael agrees with a nod, dragging his gaze away from me as I fish into my purse. I pull a small notebook and a pen out and write down my phone number. I rip the page off, wishing I could do this sometime in the morning.

“Here,” I murmur, handing the page over to him. “Call me tomorrow, okay?”

“I will,” he nods, sitting up.

“I had a great time,” I whisper, leaning over towards him. “Goodnight,” I give him a peck of a kiss on his mouth and turn around. Under normal circumstances, I wouldn’t do this to him. I don’t like to ditch men in the middle of the night, especially after amazing sex. Yet, these were not normal circumstances. I am thousands of miles away from home, and my best friend has been waiting for me for far too long.