Mara Fox - Letting Go!

Abruptly Andres rose to his feet, pulling Emma up with him. “There’s a way to go along the beach. I’d like to take Emma that way to show her some of the beauty of our island before she sails away.”

“Okay.” Did Tina actually look stunned? She just stood there as they left the bar. Emma tried to turn around and say goodbye, but Andres grabbed both of her hands and pulled her along.

“If you give her any encouragement, she’ll offer to walk along with us and that’s not what I had in mind.”

“What do you have in mind?” Alarm bells were going off. She knew she shouldn’t go anywhere with a total stranger.

“There’s a full moon tonight and I wanted to be with you on the beach.”

She just nodded. The thought of walking on the beach sounded too enticing to resist. Like the exotic bar and those drinks. And now the pale sand stretched endlessly before them. Restless, dark water rumbled on the horizon, while lacy froth teased the sand at their feet.

Andres’s shoulder felt warm beneath her hands as she let him steady her while she took off her high-heeled sandals. He offered to carry them for her. His sandals appeared to be waterproof.

Emma’s mind filled with exhilarating images of tasting the cocoa concoction on his perfectly shaped lips. She floated along at his side with the warm water sucking gently at her toes.

“It’s nice of you to escort me to the docks.”

He pulled her around to face him. They’d already left the bar behind. They were totally alone. Shadows lent urgency to his features. “It’s not nice at all. It’s a matter of need.” He ran his fingers through her hair. “I’ve been dying to touch you. Your hair’s like moonlight. And your eyes are like the midnight sky.”

His words caressed her. How could such a masculine man say such tender things? “I love the way you talk to me.”

“Come on.” He pulled her along to the edge of the plunging surf, his eyes more on her than the beautiful view.

“What are you looking at?”

He looked down at her. “You’re like some mystical creature from the sea sent to ensnare the poor fisherman. How can I resist you?”

Was that a little grimace of embarrassment on his face? Was it hard for a man to speak in such tender terms? “How romantic you are in the moonlight.”

“I’m glad you think so, chula.”

The foreign word reverberated through her, “And if I were to ensnare you, then what would happen next?”

“I’d follow you wherever you went.”

He sounded so sure of himself. It made her nervous and she shivered with anticipation at the same time. “Oh, but you can’t follow me onto the ship.”

“What if I were to surprise you? Would you be angry or glad? Would you forgive me for wanting to be with you no matter what the cost?”

“I don’t know. I think I’d be glad to see you again under any circumstances.”

Had he really meant what he’d said about the role-playing fantasy? The image of him taking her as his captive had her tightening her hold on his arm.

“We could explore our fantasies,” she said tentatively.

“I would like very much to do so.”

Tonight, Emma wondered if she could be bold enough to grab his hands and bring them to her aching breasts. Then she’d step in close enough to press her body against his, to discover if he was also aroused.

When she looked at Andres he was looking at her with a hunger she recognized.

He said something in urgent Spanish.

Though she couldn’t understand the words, she understood the tone, and she pushed closer to him, wishing she had the courage to ask for what she wanted, to beg for it. “Please.” It came out as a whisper.

He must have heard because he put his head down and rubbed his rough face gently against the side of hers. The need rose inside her, an appetite she’d never had before.

He nibbled on her ear.

She sucked in a breath. Her breasts ached and her nipples tingled.

“Please,” she breathed louder.

He bent to touch her lips, giving her a taste of what she hungered for. She felt the sweetness of those soft lips nibbling her skin, and the heat of his tongue tasting her mouth. As the kiss deepened, it fueled her appetite for more of him.

His hands slid down the neckline of her top. His fingers explored the mounds of her breasts, stopping to tease her erect nipples through the thin material.

It was the first time she’d ever gone braless in public and she felt vindicated. Let him dive in and touch her aching flesh. She might never wear a bra again if it felt so good to invite a stranger’s touch.

He kissed her again, dragging her down with him in a relentless undertow of heady pleasure. When she surfaced his hands were under her top caressing her breasts. She panted. It was happening so fast and so fiercely. She needed him to touch her everywhere.

“Will you take off your top for me? I want to see your breasts in the moonlight.”

“Someone will see.” The idea seemed so outrageous and yet she longed to be naked, caressed by his hand and the moonlight.

“There’s no one around, chulita.”

The exotic word sent shivers through her, though she could only guess what it meant.

He urged her top up and Emma pulled one arm out of her sleeve and then the other. She dropped it carelessly onto the sand as Andres lowered his face to her breasts. He used both hands to caress her nipples and then he took one of them into his mouth and suckled her. She curled her toes in the sand, while clinging to his shoulders, his shirt buttons hard against her naked stomach. When he laved the other nipple the breeze teased her and she shuddered.

Sensation lapped her in waves. She held on tighter.

“You taste so good, chula. Do you taste this good everywhere?”

She didn’t know how to answer him. How far did they dare to go? What did he want? As if in answer to her question he ran his hands down her naked abdomen, briefly teasing the sensitive skin at her navel, and then slid them around her hips, to cup her bottom. Pressed against his erection, Emma nestled closer. The little short skirt was hiked up between them and his hand stroked her cheeks, exposed by her thong.

“Ah, this is nice. I like the thong. I’d like to move it aside and tease the sweet flesh beneath it.”

Emma gasped the word this time. “Please.”

Andres took her mouth even more deeply and she melted against him. She would give him everything if he just slid his fingers closer to where she needed them to be.

Please just touch me there.

Those clever fingers must have read her mind because he ran them over the silk of her thong.

Once. Then again. Until the material was thoroughly saturated.

“You like this, chulita. I can feel you shudder sweetly beneath my hand.”

Unable even to nod, knees barely supporting her, arms wrapped around his shoulders, Emma held on for dear life. And when his fingers finally pushed the thong aside and teased her clitoris, she almost sobbed.

He stroked her, murmuring Spanish words in her ear, holding her securely as she approached the edge.

And then pulling back.

The thong slid into place, now a very sensitive place, and her hips twitched. She would have protested but he teased her nipple with clever fingers, pulling gently, then kneading.

She tried to gasp and catch her breath at the same time. Could she protest that he hadn’t satisfied her? She certainly wanted him to.

“You’re so sweet, chulita. So seductive. Like the cream on those sweet drinks you like so well.” He lowered his head to take her nipple into his mouth, and at the same time he slid his hand back down to nestle on top of the thong.

Emma couldn’t resist. She ran her hand over the front of his shorts. His erection was huge and she pushed against it, rubbing him, wishing there were somewhere that they could have sex, the kind of sex where he was deep inside her.