he slips the straps down my arms and discards the bra over the side of the bed. He leans in and starts moving about my chest with his tongue and lips; I love his lips, they are dreamily curved with that cupids bow shape on the top and the bottom one rounded to perfection. They feel delightful against my skin, as if they were made solely for the purpose of kissing me.
I push his shirt down over his shoulders so I can caress his toned back, feeling it shift under my fingers as he moves around my body.
His hands are at my trousers, undoing them, before I know it he’s tugging them down over my thighs until they join the rest of my clothes on the floor; he slips out of his and then returns to his rightful place, next to me.
Lying face to face, our bodies entwined together, skin against skin, staring deeply into each-other’s eyes we say nothing, but instead communicate our feelings with our bodies; moving my legs up to curl around him, holding him tight, while rotating our hips in unison, teasing each other. One of his hands is in my hair as the other tantalisingly skims down my spine; I’ve never felt so in tune with anyone before, so much is being expressed between us without a single sound.
I’ve never been so turned on from just being naked with someone, come to that I’ve never felt so at ease being naked with someone, but this time it just feels right.
We alternate between kissing and looking longingly at each other for an age, becoming steadily more aroused as we do, as we continue to move I can feel his erection pressing against me and I don’t think I’ve ever wanted anything so badly in my life. Reaching down I take it into my hand, positioning it against me so he can feel my muscles pulsing in anticipation; agonisingly slowly he pushes inside me, so I can appreciate every last inch of him.
We hold still, wholly fused together as one, absorbing every sensation, but it’s still not enough, I want more; I want to feel him deeper inside of me, I want to taste his tongue in my mouth.
I wrap my arms tighter around him, pushing my lips against his and thrusting my tongue inside. He reacts to my desire, rocking his hips, pulling his cock out of me before slowly pushing it all the way back in, over and over.
I pull my knees up higher, grabbing his ass and digging my nails into his firm skin; I start to roll to one side and he follows until he is on top of me, now I can move both hands to grope his peachy bum.
With a firm hold I push him into me with force until he matches my rhythm. He grasps my legs, throwing them over his shoulders and ramming into me “Oh yes baby” I call out, using the new leverage to arch my back.
“I love you Kate” he pants, increasing the intensity, I’m in ecstasy with a beautiful man who actually loves me and it feels amazing!
“Oh Carlos, I love you too” as soon as the words leave my mouth I’m overcome and as my body shakes under the impact, he finishes too.
We stay locked together, sweaty and out of breath, neither of us wanting to break this contact.
Having lost each other once, I know I can’t go through it again.
I slept soundly last night, waking late to find Carlos in his standard position, draped over me. I’m too hot, but I don’t move, I may be uncomfortable, but right now, there’s nowhere I’d rather be.
I’m all too aware that I only have six days left. I thought about changing my flights yet again and staying longer, now my romance is back on track and stronger than ever; but it’s just not feasible, not if I want to keep my job that is.
Mind you, what is more important to me right now? A job, which granted I enjoy, but is ultimately replaceable, or Carlos who I fully believe I couldn’t live without.
Obviously Carlos wins, but are things really that black and white? What would I do when I did finally return home, jobless and penniless? It’s not like I could just stay here forever, living the dream. It’s too much to think about this early in the morning, too many if’s and but’s to make a valid decision.
Carlos starts to stir beside me, blowing