The kiss increases the urgency of the moment. I have to pull another orgasm from her. That need drives me to increase the speed of my hips and angle my body so that I penetrate every inch of her insides. Shortly, I feel her inner thighs begin to tremble. A suffocated moan breaks through the kiss as she comes for the third time.
Not until I feel her release do I let my own body go, surrendering to my climax. The tingling that started in the soles of my feet, works its way up my legs, through the rest of my body, completely engulfing me. I pull Nadine to me tightly, using her body as a comfort to release my own pleasure.
Before I allow my body to completely give out from the pleasure-induced exhaustion, I turn us so that she is now laying on top of me, with my back to the bed. It takes both of us a long time to recapture a steady breathing rhythm.
****
Janine
That. Was. Insane.
Is sex supposed to be like that?I question in my head, as my eyes continue to wander around the now darkened room. After that incredible, mind-altering third orgasm, Emanuel got up from the bed, turned off the lights, and went to the bathroom. He came back with a warm cloth to clean me up before climbing back into bed, pulling me to him.
Now, I’m laying in his strong arms, wondering what the hell is going on because I’m certain sex with someone for the first time isn’t supposed to go like that.Is it?
Though the room is silent, he’s not asleep either. The movement of his fingers trailing up and down my arm as I lay on his chest makes that clear. I suddenly find myself wanting to ask him all types of questions. I want to know more about him—like what are his hobbies, why did he become a firefighter, where did he grow up, and what do his parents do for a living? However, those very questions terrify me because what if he asks me the same? I can’t answer them. I haven’t even given the man my real name.
But I still want to talk. I need to hear his voice so that I can believe that the last few hours haven’t all been a figment of my imagination.
“What brought you to Cabo San Lucas?” I ask, hoping that’s a safe question. Besides, he pretty much guessed accurately why I came to Cabo on my own, the least he could do was tell me his reasoning.
“A wedding.”
My head snaps up and my eyes bulge. “Emanuel, if you tell me you’re in Cabo for your own wedding, I’m going to—” I don’t get the chance to finish my threat when he begins chuckling. The deep sound of his laughter pulls an errant smile from my own lips.
“No, butterfly. I wouldn’t deceive you like that. My cousin. He’s getting married in a few days. I came down early to vacation and hang out with my other cousin before the wedding.”
Suddenly, I feel a sense of guilt. “You came down to spend time with your family but you’ve been with me the last three days?”
Shaking his head, he wraps his thumb and forefinger around my chin, pulling me to him for a kiss. “I spent time with who I wanted to. Christian had to go out of town for a few days anyway. He arrives back in Cabo tomorrow with the rest of the family.”
I frown. “So, I was your back-up plan?”
Why did I ask such a silly question? Because as soon as I do I find myself flat on my back, staring up into the glinting eyes of Emanuel’s. He eases his body in between my legs.
“Does that feel like a back-up plan to you?” his deep voice questions as he grinds his cock against my core.
I can’t speak so I shake my head no.
“Good. I ditched Christian for you long before he had to go out of town.” He lowers and grants me a kiss before pulling back.
A wash of sadness suddenly overcomes me. The realization that in a few short hours I will be on a plane to Williamsport and am likely to never see him again hits me. I won’t ask for more than the last three days, or this night. I’ve learned the hard way that if a man really wants more with you, he’ll pursue it. He’ll make his feelings clear.
“Stop thinking.”
I look back up at Emanuel.
He lowers, kissing me and pushing all thoughts of the next day away. Right now is all that matters.
Chapter Seven
Emanuel
Today is a good fucking day. I’m excited and ready to get out of my place and head to work. However, when I lower the navy blue shirt that reads ‘Williamsport Fire Department’ on the top left, over my head and stare into the mirror in front of me, the ache of emptiness that’s been with me for the past week doesn’t subside.
Before this day, nothing felt better than putting on my uniform. Nothing. Couple this with the fact that it is my first day starting with my new squad, a squad I’d been angling to be on for over a year and I am fucking confused. No, that’s a lie. I’m not confused at all. I know exactly why I’m feeling the way I am.
It began the morning I woke up with Nadine still in my arms. The feeling expanded and grew tenfold once I dropped her off at the airport and we said our final good-byes. As I watched her walk farther and farther away from me, I couldn’t help but notice the feeling of loneliness grow. It’s an emotion I hadn’t felt in a very long time. Not since I was a young boy wishing for a family of my own. But I gave that shit up a long time ago.
