Day Three

I must be drunk.

I must be hallucinating from soggy tacos or from tainted lobster.

But I don’t feel drunk. And I don’t feel sick.

All I feel is excitement. All I can think of is him.

I step into the cute room and smile contently, somehow knowing that I’m making the right decision.

Every past experience should be screaming at me to stop. To abort. But I’m not thinking of the past anymore. I’m only thinking of tonight. And tonight, I want Tucker.

There’s a large comfy bed in the middle of the room next to the large glass doors that open up to the balcony. There are candles lit on the night tables, giving the room a soft romantic glow. It’s just what I was hoping for.

It’s cozy and warm and made for lovers.

Tucker steps into the room behind me and threads his fingers through my hair. My skin explodes with shivers as he kisses the top of my head. It’s such an intimate gesture, so full of love.

He’s everything that I always hoped he would be but wasn’t. Tucker has finally grown up into the man that I knew he was. That I always wished he was.

I turn in his muscular arms and smile at him. “Hello.”

“Hello, Mrs. Connor,” he says, sinking his hands into my dark hair. “I like calling you that,” he says before holding the back of my head and leaning forward. I close my eyes as our lips connect in a kiss that makes my toes curl.

I fall into the kiss with every eager cell in my body, letting him consume me completely. I wrap my arms around the back of his neck, holding him right where I want him to be.

But he wants me even closer.

He leans down and grabs the back of my knees, hoisting me up into the air. I wrap my legs around him as he kisses my neck with a hunger that is a welcome surprise.

I feel his cock harden against the inside of my thigh as his lips move south, kissing my chest and then the tops of my breasts.

It should feel weird, getting kissed by my enemy like this, but it doesn’t. It feels so natural, so perfect.

I reach behind my back and grab the zipper of my dress with one hand, pulling it down as he plunges his tongue into my mouth in another deep kiss.

I’m already so wet. My pussy is aching as his tongue explores my mouth. This is so fast, but right now it doesn’t feel fast enough. I want him inside of me. I can’t think of anything else.

I slide my hands along his muscular arms as my dress tumbles down. His whole upper body is flexed as he holds my lower back and kisses my strapless bra. My nipples are painfully hard with his mouth so close. In a desperate frenzy, I unclip my bra and yank it off.

A low growl escapes from his throat before he takes my hard nipple into his hungry mouth and starts sucking. I throw my head back and moan as his tongue swirls around me, making me pant like a dog.

“Tucker,” I moan when I see the door open behind us. We were so taken with each other that we forgot to close it. “The door.” I barely manage to squeak it out as he switches to my other breast, licking and kissing every inch of it.

He kicks his leg out behind him, slamming the door shut without looking back.

I shift my hips until my wet pussy is pressed up against the hard rod in his pants. We both moan when he feels my softness on his hardness. “Fuck,” I groan as he presses his hard dick against my clit. My heart is pounding so hard. My nerve endings are on fire.

There are way too many clothes on our bodies.

He lowers me onto the bed, and I get a brief flash of the wooden ceiling before he climbs on top of me and drowns me in a deep kiss. I slide my hands through his silky hair, holding his lips against mine as he climbs between my open legs and presses his cock onto my throbbing pussy once more.

His kisses feel so good. Every one of them. The soft ones, the hard ones, the fast ones, the slow ones, they all feel like heaven.

“You are so sexy, Julia,” he growls in my ear as he slides both hands up my thighs. My heart starts pounding furiously in my chest as his fingers glide up under my dress. He grabs my lacy underwear with both hands and grips them hard as he pulls down. “I’ve always wanted to do this to you. Even before I knew what this was.”

I open my mouth to tell him that I’ve wanted it to, but only a low moan comes out as my panties slide past my knees.

If I want to stop, it’s now or never. If my panties slide past my ankles there’s no going back. I’ll be getting fucked by Tucker.

But deep down, I know I don’t want to stop. Deep down, I know that there was no going back after the moment I agreed to the date.

I want this.

I’ve always wanted this.

Tucker slides my wet panties over my feet and tosses them on the floor where they belong. He looks down at my spread pussy and lets out a hungry groan.

“Fuck,” he moans, biting his bottom lip as he stares down with hard eyes. “You are so beautiful.”

He leans back over me and kisses me harder than ever before. My breath quickens as he pulls away and stares into my eyes with a look of pure love on his face. He leans back down, kisses me softly on the lips and then stands back up.

His eyes never leave my spread legs as he unbuttons his shirt, taking his time so that he can enjoy the view.

He’s not the only one enjoying the view. I drink all of Tucker in, from the intense look on his gorgeous face to the rock-hard cock jutting out against the inside of his pants.

He’s so hot. My body is craving him, screaming for him, as he slides his shirt down his thick tattooed arms. His hard chest is massive, his abs heavenly. I could stare at him all night, and I plan to, once his hot seed is warming my insides.

His shirt meets my wet panties on the floor, and he flashes me a quick sexy smile before he grips each of my knees in his hands and spreads my legs further apart.

“Tucker,” I moan as he bends down. I gasp when I feel his hot breath tickling my aching folds. My back arches and my toes curl, and he hasn’t even touched me yet.

When he does, I nearly come on the spot. “Mmm,” I moan as his silky tongue slides up from my wet tunnel to my throbbing clit. He devours me with an intensity that surprises me, but it shouldn’t. Tucker has always been a little intense.

My body is on fire as his tongue settles into a steady rhythm that makes me gasp with every long lick. He pushes his tongue in deep, swirling around my wetness before moving back up and sucking my clit.

“You’re going to make me come if you keep doing that, Tucker,” I gasp. I sink my hands into his hair and hold him right there.

His tongue speeds up with a new determination to get me off. He reaches up with a hand and grabs my breast with a firm grip as he slides two fingers of his other hand inside me. His expert tongue and lips work my clit, and it’s enough to set me off.

“Shit,” I hiss through gritted teeth as my body erupts in a thunderous orgasm. My back arches, my legs shake, and my fingers grip the sheets as he steps back with a shit-eating grin on his face, admiring his handiwork.

“What are you looking at, fucker?” I ask with a playful grin as the intense waves of my orgasm finally start to dissipate. He looks pleased with himself as he slowly unbuckles his belt in front of me.

Who am I kidding? He should be pleased with himself after that.

“I’m just enjoying watching you come,” he says as he slides his belt out of his pants and drops it on the floor. “It’s going to be happening a lot, so you better get used to it.”

“Enjoy it while you can,” I say as I wiggle out of my dress. “You’ll never see it again.”

He laughs as he starts to unbutton his pants. My eyes are glued to the hard bulge hiding in there. I talk a big game, but my eyes and body are betraying me. I can’t take my eyes off his cock.

I hold my breath as he pulls his pants and boxer briefs down in one slow movement. His long beautiful cock springs out, and I gasp at the gorgeous sight of it.

He’s definitely the largest and thickest I’ve ever been with, and I can’t wait to find out how he uses it.

My body stiffens as he climbs over me, gripping his hard shaft with a powerful grip. He slides his round tip up my folds and then pushes the thick head of his cock against my wet opening. I shiver with anticipation as he hovers over my tunnel, teasing me for a second before he slides in.

“Oh, fuck,” I moan as he slides inside. His thick shaft stretches me wide, burning sweetly as he buries himself to the hilt inside of me. He wraps his big arms around me, and I feel so safe and protected in them.

I shouldn’t feel this way with Tucker. Past experience has taught me that. But I can’t help but feel that he’s not the same Tucker anymore. I want to believe that he won’t hurt me. I want to believe that I can give myself over to him completely.

I don’t know what to believe anymore, but in this moment, I’m all his.

I cry out, loudly, as he thrusts in hard, making me feel so good that I can barely believe this is real.

He tilts my hips up, or maybe it’s me, and he ramps up the pace, thrusting into me until I’m begging him to stop, begging him for more, begging him to come.

One strong hand grips my ass tightly as he slams into me, his pelvis crushing into my throbbing clit, threatening to make me unravel again.

“You’re going to ride me next,” he growls into my ear as he thrusts in hard. “I want you on top of me so I can see your big tits bouncing in my face.”

I can barely speak, but I manage to nod. Whatever he wants. I’ll do whatever he wants as long as he keeps that big dick in me.

“All right,” he says after a few more thrusts. I gasp when he pulls out of me. I reach down for his cock. It’s sticky wet.

He lies on the bed and grabs me by the waist, pulling me on top of him. I guide his perfect dick back into me and start bouncing up and down on it, just like he wanted me to.

His hands and eyes are on my breasts, massaging them, kneading them, admiring them. My nipples are painfully hard under his gaze, under his touch.

His arms and chest flex, and he starts breathing heavily. “Come for me again, Julia,” he growls. He starts rubbing my clit with his thumb, and I almost come instantly. His voice is tight and demanding. He’ll get what he wants. “Make this tight little pussy erupt and I’ll fill you with my come.”

If his big dick wasn’t enough, his words add to it all, and my second orgasm comes raging forward. I come even harder than the first time, and I’m falling into his arms when I hear him cry out my name and then feel him release inside of me.

His huge arms swallow me, holding me close as he nuzzles his nose into my hair. This moment is more perfect than I ever thought it could be, and I’m sad that it’s going to eventually end.

“That was amazing,” I whisper as I rest on his chest.

“That was long overdue,” he says with a smile.

I couldn’t agree more.

We lay there holding each other tight until we drift off to sleep with the cool breeze wafting in through the window cooling off our hot skin. My ear is on his chest listening to the soft rhythm of his heart. Thump, thump. Thump, thump. Thump, thump.

It’s beating to the same beat as mine.

Thump, thump. Thump, thump. Thump, thump.

Our hearts are finally in sync.

It took almost three decades, but we got there.

* * *

“Do you think they’ll cook us breakfast?” I ask as we walk out of the inn.

“I’ll give them five thousand dollars for a pancake,” Tucker says, rubbing his stomach. “I’m starving after that workout.”

I grin as I watch him looking around. We spent the night and morning alternating between sex and sleep. My man is ravenously hungry because of me.

“I’m sure they’re going to come out soon,” I say, grabbing Tucker’s hand and pulling him to the water. It’s a gorgeous day with not one cloud in the bright blue sky. The sun is shining and the crystal clear turquoise water looks incredibly inviting.

“Look at all of the fish,” I say, pointing at the colorful tropical fish swimming through the water.

“I’m going to eat one raw,” Tucker says, licking his lips.

“This is such a nice place,” I say, looking around at the resort. It’s all big slabs of rocks rather than sand, but who needs sand with a view like this? “It would be a beautiful place for a party or for a wedding. I wonder why there’s no people here.”

“Uhh,” Tucker says with a dropped jaw. “I think I know why.”

I turn to where he’s looking and gasp. Cute little Irving and Yanina are waving at us as they walk over. Completely naked.

“Oh, my God,” I say, turning away quickly before the image is seared into my brain forever. Too late.

Now that it’s there, I can’t get it out.

“Irving and Yanina are freaks,” I whisper as they walk over wearing a smile—and only a smile.

“Ah, did you two forget your bathing suits?” Tucker asks as they arrive. I have a sudden desire to admire the coconuts in the palm trees. Anything is better than staring at the coconuts on Yanina.

“No,” Yanina says, shaking her head.

“This is a nudist resort,” Irving says. “Did we not tell you?”

“I don’t think that came up,” I say, cringing. I suddenly lost my appetite. And even if I still had it, I’m definitely not eating egg whites made by a naked old man.

“We’re going for a quick swim, and then we’ll make you some breakfast,” Yanina says as the old couple walk hand in hand into the water. Thankfully the water takes away the horrifying view.

“Now we know why it’s empty,” Tucker says, watching them swim away. “You have to look at Irving’s saggy balls while you eat your pancakes.”

“Ewww.”

Tucker shrugs and then pulls off his shirt.

“What are you doing?”

“When in Rome,” he says with a grin on his sexy lips. He unbuttons his pants and lets them fall down his muscular legs.

I wouldn’t mind staring at that while I eat my pancakes.

“Coming?” he asks as he walks to the water as naked as a dolphin.

I take a quick look around, but there’s nothing but birds and plants in sight. “Fuck it.”

I quickly get undressed and run into the refreshingly cool water. I dive under and soar through the water like a superhero until Tucker grabs my ankle and yanks me back, pulling me into his naked embrace.

He smiles as I pop up, and then he kisses me softly on the lips.

Best vacation ever.