Chapter 5
Lucas propped her to lean into the countertop, her hands splayed on the granite. He raised the hem of her dress until a good amount of fabric bunched at her waist. He admired the bikini-type panties she had on. Beige and unremarkable to some, they sent fire through his veins.
During dinner, he’d tried to keep his focus on asking the right questions but all he cared about was how lovely Crystal looked. How he’d kiss her senseless and bury his head between her legs at the first opportunity. When he stared at her intensely, certain his eyes didn’t hide his desire, she’d gone to the bathroom. He’d used the opportunity to say he’d check on her, maybe the appetizers didn’t agree with her, and followed her inside.
He looked at her reflection in the mirror. Her breasts rose and fell, bare and beautiful. She looked at him through the mirror, desire sparkling in her big brown eyes. A shade of pink covered her cheeks, and she’d never looked sexier. His gut clenched, and he knew fully well he needed more time to fuck her properly. A quickie in the public restroom wasn’t nearly enough. A rush of blood thrummed in the side veins down his cock, the tip tingly and achy for release. Pre-cum bubbled at the head, and he knew he didn’t have much time to plunge into her snatch and explode inside.
He pulled down her underwear, exposing her plump ass, and he couldn’t resist… he kissed the soft flesh, nibbled it, kneaded her buttocks. She squirmed, letting out a wonderful throaty sound. “Your ass is perfect.”
“Spread your legs for me, baby,” he whispered in her ear, nudging her thighs apart. She leaned into his embrace, lifting her chin to look at him. He cupped her cheek, moving in the direction of the mirror in front of her. The previous night, they had screwed in the dark. Now, he wanted to make sure she was present and saw everything as much as he did.
“Lucas…”
Lucas poked her entrance with his cock, caressing her breast with one hand while holding her waist with the other. His fingers pressed into her flesh, wanting to pin her just right for a good session of screwing. Her head bobbed for a moment, a haze of desire in her expression, eyelids sweeping over her eyes. “Don’t take your hands off the counter,” he demanded.
He positioned himself inside her, his fat tip entering her drenching wet pussy. She gasped, and he remembered how she’d struggled to fit him at first during their previous screw, a common reaction to his girth and size. He wished he had all the time in the world to do this properly, but soon someone would knock on the door.
“Don’t stop,” she begged.
He thrust all the way to her hilt. He squeezed her shoulder, holding her in place as he retreated half-way and plunged back again, this time, harder. She moaned, glancing down at the counter. “Look at us,” he ordered, and cemented his request with a swat on her ass.
She raised her gaze to meet his in the mirror, and arousal pumped hard in his veins. He could feel precum bubbling at his tip and leaking into her pussy. Her pupils dilated, making her eyes, big, glossy.
“I want you to take a good look at yourself, and see how sexy you are,” he said, impaling her. She gasped again, then he lowered his hand from her shoulder to her side, cupping her breast. “Watch me while I fuck you from behind, and touch you here,” he said, his voice coarse. Then, she moaned, and he moved his other hand to the front, brushing it over her pussy. “And here.”
“Lucas…” she whimpered, and he loved how she came undone in his arms. She didn’t remove her hands from the counter, neither did she yank her gaze from the mirror. He pinched her nipple, earning another moan, his mouth salivating. What he really wanted was to taste her breasts, lick her snatch, pin her down and never let go.
Never? The word echoed in his head, but he willed it away. Must be one of those crazy ideas one has when they have such amazing sex. Touching her would have to wait. He perched both hands at her sides, propping her to lean down a little more, so he could focus on ramming into her deeper.
“So good,” she said, her inner walls clinging to every inch of his dick.
He wanted to shout he felt it too, the crazy energy zinging between them, the sexual haze enveloping them. He kept impaling her, until she threw her head back, her arms and legs shaking. He fucked her a little bit longer, his balls slapping against her thighs.
When he released inside her, an insane realization filled his heart. There’s no way this will be the last time we have sex.
* * *
“Thank you for a lovely dinner,”Crystal said, shaking Carlos’s hand. She turned to his wife, unsure if she should keep it professional and offer her hand, or try to go for a kiss on both cheeks Brazilian style. Nah, that wasn’t her.
Crystal forced a smile and meant to stretch out her hand, when Marcela gave her a quick nod. The woman’s dark eyes didn’t hide a hint of mockery and accusation, like she knew what they’d done in the bathroom.
Crystal’s cheeks warmed, and she simply thinned her lips into one flat line. Maybe not pretending to be friendly would be better. A woman like Marcela could perceive her attitude as trying too hard or as a weakness. Crystal’s stomach tied in knots. I just want to get out of here.
Then what? Lucas exchanged a couple of pleasantries in Portuguese with Carlos, as they both waited for the valets to drive up their vehicles. Leaving that restaurant and going to the resort meant facing a different type of awkwardness.
We had sex in the bathroom.
This time, she couldn’t blame it on the lack of electricity or any other excuse. She’d seen him pretty well under the lights, the way he touched her, his sexy gaze pinning hers. She’d been so aroused. The images popped in her mind, and her breath caught in her throat. The area between her legs felt sticky and wet. The way he’d made her feel so desired and cherished. Did he do that with all his women?
“Crystal,” he said, leaning closer.
She blinked, and realized Carlos and Marcela had already slid into a luxury car, the old man waving good-bye.
“Get in,” he said, opening the door of the car to her. She ducked into the car, and watched him go around and tip the valet, and finally take a seat next to her and rev up the engine.
She clutched her bag in her lap, and pretended to admire the tall buildings as he drove off. They’d had dinner in Recife, and the drive back to the town where the resort was located would take a while. She shifted in her seat, crossed her legs then uncrossed them immediately.
“Want to talk?” he asked smoothly.
