“Is that so?”
“It’s big.” I flutter my lashes, the bashful look I send him intentional. “I love big packages.”
“And where exactly do you like my ‘big’ package?” he asks, his eyebrow lifting in a dare. His expression is challenging, like he thinks I won’t answer. He should know me well enough to know he can’t embarrass me. Tug may be a dirty birdy, but he’s met his match.
My fingers quickly dive into his jeans. His breath hitches when my hand plunges under the waistband of his boxers and quickly springs him free. “I like your ‘big’ package in my mouth,” I say teasingly and glance up into his hooded eyes. He loves when I talk dirty and things have been so tense that we haven’t had sex. I’m horny and in desperate need of a little Tug-time. “And in my pussy.” His eyes darken, but I’m not finished. I’m going for shock factor, like he usually does with me. “In my ass.”
I can hardly believe I said the words, and I mentally pat myself on the back when I see the look of astonishment on his face. Then my eyes widen when I see the lust in his eyes.
He yanks on my arm, slamming me against his chest, a hungry growl in his throat vibrating against my skin. His hands squeeze my waist. He spins me around and pushes me forward toward the patio table. My skirt is shoved up over my hips as his fingers slide under the thin strap of my panties. The satin falls to the floor a second later, and he shoves my thighs apart.
It’s the one thing I wouldn’t allow when I worked at the club because it made me feel too vulnerable. Is it good to follow through with this, to allow myself to be so open and bare to him? I said the words, gave my permission, but I’m nervous. This is an act of trust, and he has so much power over me, the ability to hurt me more than anyone ever has. I can’t bring myself to believe he’ll hurt me, though. After everything he’s done for me, this is my chance to show him the faith I have in him, that I feel safe with him and that I have complete trust in him.
His pants drop to his ankles. I inhale a ragged breath and curl my fingers over both sides of the table. My teeth hurt from clamping my jaw closed. His fingers glide from my pussy to the opening of my ass, lubricating the tight skin. This is it. This is actually going to happen.
Cool air from the ocean rushes across my face, calming my nerves. His thumb nears the only virginal, untouched part of my body and presses into me. I’m not sure if it’s my body or my mind protesting the intrusion, but he pushes past the resistance, testing my readiness. His fingers work my sex over my clit, his thumb easing in and out of my ass, causing a strange and unfamiliar sensation. I groan painfully, but I feel pleasure and the conflict is strangely arousing. Wet lips kiss between my shoulder blades. “Are you sure?” he whispers.
“Yes!” I scream. I’ve never been more sure of anything.
He removes his thumb and replaces it with one of his fingers, pushing farther inside.
“Ah,” I moan, the sensation mildly painful, but I want more, and I push my hips into his hand.
“Fuck!” he groans in my ear.
He withdraws his fingers, coating them again with my wetness. This time two fingers slowly circle my tight opening before he pushes them inside. It’s painful, but I’m too turned on to care. His fingers twist, and I cry out loudly before he removes them.
I turn my head, peering at him over my shoulder. He brings his hand to his mouth, spitting inside of it. His hand lowers, I assume to lubricate himself, and then I feel his cock nudging my tight opening. I turn my head back, staring into the suite through the glass, and grind my teeth together. With every inch he slowly enters, I fall further in love with him, his carefulness stealing my breath away. I’m lost in adoration, oblivious to noises from the crowded street below and the waves crashing into the cliffs. Fully inside me, he stills. His lips kiss up my neck to my ear. “Are you okay?”
“Yes,” I utter, breathless, overwhelmed with the intensity of our joining. It hurts, but it’s not unbearable and I want more. Tears leak from my eyes, caused by a feeling of complete love and devotion for this man.
He lifts his head and gets a firm grasp on my hips as he starts to move. At first, I feel more pain than pleasure, but slowly, my body begins to accept him. He feels thicker and heavier there, but more erotic also. My body and my brain are completely confused. They want to protest the moment I’ve always forbidden, but they also want to experience every mind-numbing, delicious second of pure and sensual gratification. His fingers continue to massage my clit, and I feel a powerful buildup brewing from deep in my belly.
My orgasm is going to be earth-shatter
ing, and my sex squeezes tight in anticipation. His movements transition from slow to quick to chaotic as his legs began to shake. My moans combine with his, filling the air with our cries of pleasure. He pushes forward, burying himself so deep the mild pain returns, but the passionate sounds of his labored breathing make me crave more, and I push back urging him to continue.
He groans loudly, slowly withdrawing and surging forward with one last powerful thrust. It’s my complete undoing. I come unraveled, spiraling out of control as I succumb to blissful waves of ecstasy rolling through my body. I feel him pulse inside me as he releases, and I crash onto the table, sated heavily by the most intense orgasm I’ve ever experienced.
Tug’s touch is gentle as he massages my shoulders, working his way down my spine while slowly withdrawing from me.
He spins me around and I throw my arms around him, burying my face in his chest and absorbing his warmth. I feel weak and he holds me close, palming the side of my head.
“I’ve never done that before. It was incredible.”
Providing him with a first sexual experience thrills me. I lift my head. “You make me feel safe. I haven’t felt this secure since I was a little girl. Thank you.”
He smiles and pulls my head back against his chest. “I’ll never let anything happen to you.”
Showered and dressed for dinner, we walk up the beach to a restaurant that is part of the Intercontinental Hotel. The hostess seats us on the back patio at a table in front of a fire pit. The evening is a dream date. We drink and laugh, eat too much, and lick whipped cream from our dessert off each other’s mouths. The restaurant airs an old black and white movie, using the brick building across the way as a screen. I get to enjoy Tug’s jokes about the clothing and hairstyles from the era. And just for the evening, I forget that my papa is being laid to rest tomorrow, that Eduardo may find me, and that we have to go visit Mr. Torrente soon. Tonight, it is only me and the man I love.
We can’t keep our hands off each other as we ride the elevator to the top floor. Our lips fight to stay connected as we pull at each other’s clothing, losing pieces along the way until we reach the bedroom naked. He walks me backward to the bed and pushes me gently down onto the mattress. His warm body covers mine.
“I love you, sweet girl,” he says, pinning my hands above my head. His gaze travels to my breasts, and his lips part. “I love every inch of you.” His head lowers, and his hot breath exhales against my breast before he pulls my nipple between his teeth and sucks hard enough that I arch my back.
He kisses my lips again, and then looks into my eyes with an emotion that makes my heart ache. I reach up and run my fingers through his stubble, holding both cheeks. “What’s wrong?”
“I’m so fucking happy,” he says, so earnestly that my eyes tear up. “My entire life, I loved a girl who was never mine to love.”