Trust (20 page)

“
It really is.  The resort we
’
re going to is beaut
iful as well, it
’
s made for tourists.  I booked us there
because I thought it would be nice to have a getaway where we can be pampered,
but I do want to take you off resort to see the real Cuba.
”

“
Definitely,
” I nod. 

We
finally pull through tall gates
with the driver
stopping only briefly to say something to the guard before pulling us through. 
He pulls around to an open front desk and we get out while he brings our bags
around to us.  Chase hands him a few bills and thanks him in Spanish before
leadin
g us to the smiling faces of the hotel staff. 
They greet us with drinks and I sit down on a comfortable couch while Chase
checks us in.  Within ten minutes we
’
re standing in front of a small,
private, beachfront cabana.  As soon as Chase opens the door I
can tell it
’
s perfect.  The walls are white, and
sunlight is streaming through the curtains onto a big king size bed that is
covered in rose petals. 
There’s
a bottle of champagne on ice on the nightstand next to it.

“
What do you think?
”
he asks.  It
’
s a
stupid
question, so I don
’
t waste time answering it.  Instead, I spin on my heel and
pull him towards me and into a kiss as I continue to back up until I feel the
edge of the bed behind me.  My only concern is making sure that Chase
’
s body lands firmly on
top of me as I fall backwards amongst the red petals.

I
don’
t
even remember taking off our clothes but all of a sudden both of us are naked
and Chase
’
s lips have left a wet trail of goose
bumps down the side of my neck right to the tops of my brea
sts where he is now focusing.  His kisses are warm and it
seems as if they must be leaving a visible trail for him, because I don
’
t think he
’
s missed touching even a centimeter of
my breasts with his lips.  When they finally find my aching nipples I can
’
t
stop myself
from arching my back, pressing them further into his mouth and wrapping an arm
around his head to ensure he
doesn’t
stop until I
’
m ready.

As
his mouth continues to pull me in, one of his hands glides down my thigh,
tickling me lightly as it ru
ns across my skin.  I
know instinctively where he
’
s headed, but even still I let out a gasp as soon as his
fingers make contact with my folds.  They
’
re already wet with anticipation,
greedily accepting his fingers as they dip inside.  He
’
s tentative at fir
st, but his boldness increases as he begins to probe
deeper.  I grind my ass into the bed in response and let out a low moan.

“Fuck you
’
re so hot and wet,
”
he says, lifting his head from my nipple
to speak.  My arm loosens my grip on him now as I realize
that holding him at my breast is no longer serving the need
I desire most.  I say nothing as I push my palm against the top of his head.

He
takes my hint, flashing me a smile as he turns his lips back to my skin,
beginning to kiss a new trail down my stom
ach and
across my belly button.  His fingers only slide out of me when
he’s
low enough that he has to change
positions.  Swinging his body up and over me, Chase palms the sides of my hips
and squeezes them as he lowers himself to my core.

My
body is tense
with anticipation as I wait for his
tongue to touch my center, but I have no immediate release as he teases me
first.  He starts by kissing the inside of my thigh, first on the left, then
the right.  As his head turns from one side to the other, I feel a
gust of hot breathe against my pussy, the only stimulation
he’s
giving me at the moment and I revel in
it as I wait for something more.

More
kisses frame my damp lips as he makes circles around me.  His nose brushes
through the sparse patch of hair I have
above my sex,
and then down again, just along the outside of my labia.  I can barely stand it
anymore. 
“
Please,
”
I beg, my voice barely above a tortured
whisper.  I don
’
t need to say anything more than that. 
He knows what I
’
m asking for.

He
pauses, his
lips pressed against the flesh just above
my swollen clit.  He finally completes the kiss and then pulls away.  I wait,
still tight with tension as I silently pray for him to give me the release I so
desperately need. 

When
his tongue finally touches me
, I feel both relief and
frustration as he
isn’t
centered along the insides of my folds, but the outside. 
He draws a trail of saliva up and down the outside of my lips and along the
top, just above my clit.  I let out a little whimper, but he already know
s what
he’s
doing to me and I suspect that
’
s part of his game.

It
’
s like an itch that I can
’
t scratch, each flick of his tongue so
maddeningly close to where I need it to be that I want to howl in frustration. 
Just as I
’
m about to grab a fistful of his b
lond hair and yank his head into position he stops his
tease.  His tongue finally touches my sensitive nub, just a flick, but I
’
m so pent up that it sends a spark
through me that causes my whole body to jerk in response. 

And
then
he’s
upon me.

His
firm
hands slide under my ass, pulling me forward as
his mouth fastens against my folds, hot tongue diving between them and mixing
his moisture with my own.  I cry out now, my whimper becoming a roar of
pleasure as my knees pull up alongside his head and then
clamp down against his ears, holding him in place.  Now
that
he’s
finally where I want him to be,
he’s
not getting away.

Chase
’
s fingernails dig into the cheeks of my
ass as he holds onto me tightly, his tongue a blur of action as it runs up and
down my w
et lips, pausing at my clit only briefly at
each pass to circle it a few times until I answer his attention with a little
shudder before he dives back down again to bury himself inside of me.

So
much anticipation leading up to this moment means an orgasm
is upon me almost before
he’s
really begun, but I
’
m not holding anything back.  I feel
myself contract and pull Chase
’
s face harder against me with my knees as my body quivers
with pent up release.  A shrill scream escapes my mouth, and by the time it
’
s fa
ded I
’
m gasping with handfuls of bed sheet
between my clenched fists.

“Fuck me,” I
pant.  “Now.  Chase.”

I
watch in tense anticipation as he fumbles with a condom wrapper before finally
sheathing himself, and I don
’
t wait a second before I open my legs a
nd lean forward to grab him under the arm, practically
dragging him along my sweat soaked chest until I feel his cock touch my
entrance. 
“Fuck
me,”
I
repeat.  My hands reach down to grab his ass and I pull him forward, urging him
to fill me completely and
immediately.  He
doesn’t
disappoint. 

With
one mighty thrust, Chase slams his hips against mine as his body invades me. 
The scream touches my lips again, but it
’
s cut off this time by an urgent kiss. 
I can feel the stubble of a travel day
’
s worth of b
eard
rub against my chin, distracting me only slightly from the pleasure between my
legs. 

“Fuck me,”
I repeat unnecessarily.  I
’
m almost in a trance now, lost to all
reason as Chase
’
s hips slide back and forth at an ever
increasing pace.  The pleasure b
etween my legs has
gone past the point of a simple orgasm now.  Each thrust and draw of his cock
just sparks a new level of bliss that rolls through my body like a tidal wave
of pure pleasure.

I
can barely hear the roar that Chase lets loose as his own pl
easure overtakes him, so lost am I to my own. 

“Fuck me,”
I whisper, barely aware that
he’s
done and now resting heavily on my
chest.  His body rises and falls as both of us continue to breath
e
heavily.  Our bodies are stuck together
by a film of sweat a
nd heat that may as well be glue,
but I don
’
t want him to move anyway.  He
’
s exactly where I want him to be.

Within
a few moments his breathing becomes more regular, and I know
he’s
fallen asleep.  Sleep is tugging at my
consciousness as well, but there
’
s
one more thought on my lips. 
One more thing I need to whisper to this man who I have known for barely two
weeks, but who has already become so entwined in my life that the mere thought
of his leaving makes my chest hurt.

It
has taken me days to say it,
and I know I
’
m a coward for waiting until
he’s
asleep, but it
’
s taken me this long to realize the
truth of it.

“
I love you, too.
”