“Okay, then. Come here.” Lisa pulled Stella along to the sofa, pushed her down and straddled her. “I’ll give you dessert.”
Stella licked her lips as she looked up at Lisa, who took off her kaftan and tossed it behind her. She briefly glanced around to check if the neighbours weren’t outside, then pulled at the strings of her triangle bikini and let if fall down, revealing her full breasts. “Fuck…”
“That sounds like a plan…” Lisa took Stella’s hand and brought it between her thighs, into her bikini bottoms, gasping when her fingers skimmed her clit. “I want you too. I…” Her lashes fluttered and at the next stroke, she closed her eyes and moaned. “God, yes.” Her arms wrapped around Stella’s neck, her breath hitched as she leaned into her, then moved away and arched her back. She moved gracefully and rhythmically, chasing Stella’s touch each time she pulled away. She was wet and swollen, her movements indicating she desperately needed more.
Stella held her breath as her fingers entered Lisa and as she watched her rise and fall she had trouble concentrating. Her hair wild and untamed from an afternoon on the windy terrace, her lips wet and glistening from a hint of gloss, her eyes hazy and so incredibly sexy each time she looked down at her. Yes, she’d dreamed of this and here she was. Lisa knew exactly what she wanted.
As she arched her back once again, her chest heaving forward, Stella’s lips were drawn to Lisa’s nipples, and she sucked one into her mouth, drawing another loud moan from her mouth as she fell back, only supported by Stella’s arm that caught her.
Lisa moved faster, jerking her hips forward each time she thrust into her, and her hands were grasping Stella’s shoulders tightly, then squeezing even harder as she climaxed with an intense shudder and a guttural sound that came from deep within. Her walls contracted fast and hard and her hand reached for Stella’s, holding her fingers inside. “Fuck, Stella…” There was heavy breathing for long moments, and then there was silence.
Hearing her cry out her name slayed her, and Stella held her tightly, clutching Lisa close to her. Her body felt so right in her arms, her weight on top of her heavenly and seeing the smile on her face made her heart light up. Smiling from ear to ear herself, Stella slowly pulled out of her, then ran her hands over Lisa’s cheeks. “Do you know that you’re my ultimate fantasy?”
“You’ve told me that a couple of times.” Lisa kissed her deeply, her tongue meeting Stella’s in a passionate battle as her fingers raked through her hair and her hips moved into her belly. Finally, she shifted off her and kneeled in between Stella’s knees on the tiles, grinning as she unbuttoned her shorts. “Did you know you’re my ultimate fantasy too?”
“No.” Stella lifted her hips so Lisa could pull them down along with her boxers, then gasped when she spread her legs apart. “But from what you’re doing right now I can only—” She was silenced by Lisa’s mouth kissing her inner thigh, slowly moving inward. Her fingers splayed wide, she squeezed her tensing muscles and ran her tongue over her skin. Stella rested her head against the cushion behind her and closed her eyes. Life had most definitely taken a turn for the better since Lisa had moved in.
42
“Mr Calvo?” Lisa’s hand trembled as she plugged in her headphones to block out the noise from the beach and the promenade. A week after their first meeting, she’d ventured into Benidorm and had been hanging out at Sunset for most of the day, hoping to get more ideas, just in case he called, and she was just on her way home after a walk on the beach when he rang.
“Yes, it’s me. Do you have a minute?”
“Of course.” Fighting to keep her cool, Lisa scanned her surroundings for a quiet spot, then winced when she realised the only area not full of people was around a group of big commercial waste bins. Heading over there, she decided she could cope with the smell because everything depended on this phone call. A chance to put her brain to work again, and boost her drained bank account and her self-esteem.
“Well, myself and my team have taken a close look at your initial plans,” he said. “And I must admit that we are quite impressed. We’d like to work with you.”
Lisa grinned. “Excellent. What did you have in mind?” She held onto her chest as she waited for him to continue.
“We planned two months for Premier Sunset’s turnaround but we’ve stretched it to ten weeks as it will involve more work. We work with a very good contractor, so we think that’s doable, but we’ll need you to present your in-depth plan as soon as possible. Once it’s approved, we’ll also need you to stay on during the implementation stage to ensure every aspect of the customer-facing experience is…” he hesitated. “I would like to say perfect, but as this will not be a five-star hotel, let’s just stick with ‘as good as it can possibly be’.”
“Now, don’t talk this down already, Mr Calvo. I always aim for perfection,” Lisa joked.
“I like your attitude.” Diego let out a chuckle. “This would be on a consultancy basis; our HR team will take care of the paperwork and your temporary visa. Would you be able to meet up with me to discuss salary and timelines at some point this week?”
“Absolutely.” Lisa calculated that she was only a twenty-minute taxi ride away from his hotel, but not wanting to sound overly desperate, she said: “How about Monday? If we meet at Premier Sunset, we can do a walk-through before our meeting. That way, it will be easier for you to visualise the plans.”
“Monday sounds good. I’ll check if their meeting room is free. Would two pm suit you?”
“That is great for me. I’ll see you then.” After she’d hung up, Lisa let herself fall back in the sand. The area around her was riddled with empty cans and cigarette butts, but she didn’t care. She was going to work again, and even if it was just a temporary job, it was a start. Half a year ago she would have snubbed a job like this, but now she was immensely grateful and incredibly excited.
“What are you doing there lying in the rubbish?” Someone towered over her, blocking the sun and when she looked up, she saw that it was Manuel.
“Oh, hey.” They hadn’t spoken since the day she’d moved, and frankly, she’d completely forgotten about his existence entirely. “I’m just chilling,” she said, trying to keep a straight face. She got up and dusted off her denim shorts and top, so happy that even Manuel’s presence felt like a welcome surprise.
“Strange place to chill.”
“Exactly. So, what are you doing hanging out by the industrial waste bins?”
Manuel got on his tiptoes and looked into the giant, smelly container, then pulled out a football. “I’ve got a day off and was kicking a ball about. I hid it in here while I went to get a bottle of water. No footballs are allowed in the shops.”
“Oh.” Lisa arched a brow at him. “Gross, but also very clever.”
“I’m not as dumb as I look,” Manuel joked. “Are you still staying at Stella’s?”
“Yes. I still have three weeks left.” Lisa had no doubt he knew she still lived there, but perhaps he was just trying to make small talk. “But now I’ll be staying for a while longer as I just got my first consultancy job.” She gave him a beaming smile, wondering why she felt the need to share her big moment with Manuel of all people.
“Really? Congratulations. Stella told me you were job hunting. I didn’t think Benidorm was somewhere you’d want to stay, but good for you.” Manuel propped his ball under his arm and hesitated. “Can I buy you a drink? As I told you, I’ve been wanting to apologise for that night, so now seems like the perfect time.”
