“Good night, Anissa,” Miri said, pulling her in for a hug. Then she turned toward Rafa. “Ready?”
Rafa nodded, and then they booked it with their arms above their heads to cover them—as if that did anything. They weaved along the passageway, laughing as he guided her by the hand, careful to keep them from slipping. But as he started to let go of her hand and continue past her cabin toward his own, a hand pulled back on him. He spun around, and there was Miri. Sopping wet and staring up at him with her hair plastered against her face and her clothes soaked through. The rain poured over them as he pulled her into his arms. She clutched his biceps, like she’d fall if she let go. He could barely see with the rain streaming down his face, but he didn’t need to see to know what she looked like. The face that haunted his dreams. That consumed him. He leaned down and pressed his forehead to hers, his heartbeat a stampede of horses over an open plain.
Her hands reached up to his neck. Holding him but restraining from pulling him closer.
“I hope you find your happiness, Rafa,” she whispered, almost inaudible above the riotous raindrops.
His lips crashed onto hers as he pulled her firmly against his chest. He wanted her. No, heneededher. Not only for himself. He needed her to see how remarkable she was.
Their mouths feverishly feasted upon each other, unable to get close enough. His hands twisted in her hair as her hands wrapped behind his back, pulling down on his shoulders. He no longer held back, wanting to touch her, hold her, and never let go.
He hoisted her up by her thighs, wrapping her legs around his waist, and pressed her back into the side of her cabin. The rain was unable to douse the fire between them—the inferno that had been building over the last few weeks.
With her back pinned against the cabin, he rocked his hips into her center. Her moans coupled with the friction of his cock pressed against her sent a surge of euphoria over his skin. More, he needed more. Without breaking their embrace he walked to her cabin, thrusting the door open, swooping inside, and closing it again in one fluid movement. His mouth continued to devour hers as he lowered her feet to the floor then brought his hands to the button of her pants.
“Is this okay?” he asked, breaking their kiss for a moment.
She nodded with a whimper while licking her lips. He then twisted the button and rolled down the zipper before diving his hand into her panties. Upon feeling her slippery wetness, he pressed his forehead against the door.
“Fuck, Pringles,” he said with his eyes closed. His fingers glided effortlessly along her slick folds before plunging inside her, sending her hips bucking against his hand.
With his thumb on her clit, he sank his index finger inside her, feeling her clench around him, before he brought his lips back to hers. She lowered her hand to his waist, gliding down toward his cock and cupping it in her palm and gripping his length. But no. He wasn’t finished with her yet.
He lowered his knees to the floor, peeling her pants off one leg at a time, then grazed her thighs with his fingers stretched wide. Her panties were at eye level in front of him and he could see her sweet nectar soaking through the thin fabric. He spread her legs with his hand, then ran his fingers along the crotch of her panties.
“Do you like when I touch you like this?” he asked.
She nodded, her breath quickening.
“Do you know how long I’ve wanted this?” he asked. She shook her head. “Do you know how badly I want to taste you?” She shook her head again.
He spun her around so she faced the door, pulled her panties all the way to the floor, then pulled back on her hips so her ass stuck out. His fingers danced around her slick opening before he dove in with his mouth.
“Oh God!” she cried out in pleasure.
His tongue lapped at her opening while his fingers reached around front to rub her clit. Miri grabbed the wall to steady herself as if her knees were about to buckle.
But he held her up and flipped her around. She looked down at him, admiring her from the floor. His eyes spoke for him as he dove back between her legs. Eating her. Tasting her.
Worshipping her.
“Rafa!” she called out his name as she released, bracing herself against the wall and tossing her head back.
As soon as her body stopped convulsing, he stood and crashed his mouth to hers, allowing her to taste herself.
But Miri had other ideas. She pushed him backward until he fell to the edge of her bed, then she kneeled in front of him and pulled his pants and boxers to the floor.
“Holy moly,” she said, taking him in.
She glided her hands over his length, causing him to suck in a breath, and then kept her eyes on him while putting him in her mouth.
He moaned, gripping the bed to steady himself.
“Fuck, Pringles.”
She used her hand to cover more ground, increasing her speed in sync with the increased volume of his moans.
“Oh God,” he said, running his fingers through her hair. “You’re gonna make me come.”
