Blindly, Calista leaned over. She felt his fingers move down her stomach, sliding underneath the waistband of her shorts and his fingers felt so good! She couldn’t stifle the moan as his fingers slipped underneath the lace of her panties.
Goran hadn’t meant for this to get so out of hand, but as his fingers teased her soft, wet folds, he couldn’t pull away. She was just so hot, so ready for him! And if she didn’t stop pressing her soft ass against his shaft, he wasn’t sure if he’d be able to control himself! She just felt so damn good!
“Just like that!” she urged as his thumb pressed against that nub, finding a rhythm that caused her hips to shift, pressing against his fingers. But that wasn’t enough. Not this time! He wanted to be inside of her when she climaxed this time. He had to remember to pull out though.
Deftly, his fingers unsnapped the button on her shorts, letting them drop to the ground. He wished that he could concentrate enough to get rid of her panties, but at this point, he just…couldn’t. A tearing sound echoed throughout the room and he tossed the scrap of lace to the side.
“Goran?” she whispered, trying to see him over her shoulder.
“Relax, habibi,” he soothed, running his hands over her back again. She had the most beautiful back! But he needed to be inside of her. He needed to thrust into her and feel those muscles clench around him. He shifted, tossing his bathing suit off to the side, then coming back to stand behind Calista. “Bend over slightly,” he told her, but put his hands on her back when she didn’t move fast enough for him. Then his hands moved back around to her stomach, holding her in place while he teased her opening with his shaft. She was so wet, so hot and ready for him.
“Tell me if I hurt you,” he warned, then thrust into her heat.
Calista threw her head back, stiffening slightly and Goran stilled, worried that he’d pushed too hard. But a moment later, she wiggled, her body shifting, accepting his shaft into her heat.
“More,” she groaned, bending forward more in an effort to take all of him into her body. When she wiggled again, Goran grabbed her hips, slowing her down. One of his hands moved to her hair, his fingers fisting in the long, messy tresses. She looked well and truly loved, her mouth open, her eyes closed and her head back as if she wanted him to do more. So he did and Calista wiggled again. And again! Damn, he was going to lose control if she didn’t stop that!
“I need…more,” she whispered, her hands moving from the countertop to his thighs, her nails digging into the skin there while she pressed back against him.
“Relax,” he said again.
She shook her head and Goran almost laughed. She was so tight, so ready for him, he nearly went cross-eyed as her body responded to his every thrust. Again and again, he moved into her with his erection while his free hand moved lower, rubbing that nub with the same rhythm. He knew what she needed and watched her face, trying to anticipate what she was feeling, how close she was getting to her own climax. He needed her to go first because, from experience, he wouldn’t last much longer after she exploded. It was just too erotic and her body was too tight, too perfect. She felt too good. Hell, just thinking about her climaxing was bringing him closer to that precipice.
He used two fingers now, sliding against the edges of her nub then coming to rub the top and the sides, moving around to tease her on all sides. He could feel her fingernails biting into his thighs and loved the sensation, his hand tightening around her hair. He released her hair but only to tweak her nipple, pinching and teasing, tweaking it slightly and then pinching it a bit harder, bringing her closer and closer. Her cries were making him crazy and he increased the pressure with his fingers, needing to bring her over the edge so he could let himself go.
When she finally cried out, her body bent lower and one of her hands slapped over his, guiding him and that was so hot, so unexpected, he couldn’t hold back any longer. He thrust into her, her hand still holding his in place, showing him what she needed while his body exploded in an intense climax, her own pleasure milking him until they were both panting, their bodies still poised as if neither of them were sure what had just happened.
Goran pulled her closer, cradling her in his arms. She wiggled around and he lifted her up, setting her down on the counter. She hissed slightly, as her bare skin connected with the cool granite of the countertop, but he merely kissed her, soothing the ache.
“That was incredible,” she whispered into his mouth, kissing him again and again as their bodies slowly relaxed. She smiled, he laughed. Calista kissed his neck, as if she needed to bury her face against him, hiding from him. Goran didn’t mind. She was…beautiful. In so many ways, he was finding new ways that she pleasured him. Not just sexually, although…he almost laughed again at how much she’d pleasured him sexually!
“You’re just trying to get out of cooking, aren’t you?” he teased.
Calista jerked backwards, gasping in outrage. “You interrupted me!” she asserted firmly, tapping him on his bare shoulder as if to punish him.
“A likely excuse,” he replied with a triumphant grin.
Calista laughed, but she jumped down off of the countertop. “Go away,” she grumbled. “I have some cooking to do and…” She looked around, searching for her panties. “What did you do?” she demanded when she picked up the tattered piece of lace.
He took the bits out of her hand, tossing them into the garbage. “A casualty of your passion.”
She laughed, picking up her shorts. She pulled them on over her nakedness, but Goran knew she’d go into the bedroom and grab another pair of panties. Calista wasn’t a prude, but she didn’t like going commando. Pity, he thought as he moved back into the bedroom to shower.
He came out a few minutes later to find Calista watching a video about…making cookies? They didn’t have a laptop, but the resort television connected to the internet for guests. It was simple to see what she was watching and he wanted to laugh.
“Cookies?” he asked, coming over to hug her and kiss her neck.
Distractedly, she kissed him back, but quickly turned back to the television to listen intently. “Go away! I’m not letting you distract me again,” she told him firmly.
Goran stopped on his way towards the table where he’d left his cell phone, looking back at her. She must have sensed his look because she glanced over at him. She started to turn back to the television and the tutorial, but one look at his determined expression and she laughed. A split second later, she was running across the cabana with Goran in hot pursuit. It took him less than three steps to capture her and she screamed, laughing as he tossed her over his shoulder.
“Oh, you think that you can give me orders, eh?” he teased, bending so that he could nibble on that spot below her ear that he now knew was extremely ticklish.
“I’m sorry!” she yelled, laughing and gasping for breath. “I’m sorry!”
“That’s better,” he growled, but kept her in his arms as he kissed her for another long moment. Putting her down, he spanked her bottom lightly. “Still trying to get out of dinner, I see.”
Calista laughed, delighted with the man as she walked back to her place on the couch, pressing the rewind button so she could watch the missed instructions on the cookie baking video. “You’re horrible,” she grumbled.