to their table.
“ Más vino? ” he asked as he picked up
her goblet.
For an instance, she thought of tempering her
alcohol intake, but tonight seemed so special, so free and
dangerously impetuous, that she held no reservations when it came
to agreeing to his suggestion. “Go for it, mi bobo
bailando! ”
“Dancing fool, huh?” Nico chuckled as he
started for the buffet. “Just you wait, mi dama linda! I’ll
have you begging for more!”
Beautiful lady ... Erica certainly
would beg for more as soon as she found the first opportunity to be
alone with her charming date. Of course, two could play that game.
She’d make sure to have Nico Sloan, alias Juan Smith, begging for
deliverance after her slow, seductive tortures!
* * *
From the side of the bubbling hot tub Erica
and Nico watched the wedding guests go crazy as they tried to whack
open the papier-mâché piñatas. Those who finally succeeded became
doused in a shower of candies and little gifts. By now, the bride
and groom had left to change in their hotel suite and take a limo
ride to the airport, where they would be off on their month-long
honeymoon of sun and surf.
“Ah, this is much better,” Nico commented as
he enjoyed the water beside her. Since they had the tub to
themselves, they threw caution to the wind and plunged in sans
bathing suits. “I’d much rather watch the borrachones than
join in the fun.”
“Just wait until my Uncle Miguel starts
balancing a wine glass on his big nose while he dances. But I don’t
think he’s quite soused enough yet to start the entertainment.”
As she spoke, Erica cuddled up to his naked
hip. The couple had checked in earlier as Mr. and Mrs. Juan Smith
and looked forward to taking advantage of the hotel’s amenities. A
bottle of premium champagne, a king-sized bed and satin pillows
awaited them in Room 1210 of a Las Palmas suite. Despite Erica’s
protests over the expense, Nico insisted they share the night
together in style, his treat. With this, plus their weekend at the
B&B, the costs added up considerably, yet Nico insisted on
giving Erica the royal treatment. For a split second, she wondered
if she could live up to his expectations; or, heaven forbid, give
him what he expected in return. Of course, she had no idea what
that might be.
Nico quickly scooted behind her and clasped
Erica around the waist. “I’d make love to you right here,” he
murmured against her damp hair, “but I’m spontaneous only to a
degree. I don’t want to get us kicked out of here for lewd and
lascivious behavior.”
She rubbed his groin with her derrière and felt the
sudden rise of his cock. “I thought honeymooners were supposed to
be lewd and lascivious.”
“I think that’s reserved for more private
encounters. I’d hate for your aunt to come walking this way and spy
us in the middle of our own entertainment.”
“She knows we’re having much more fun, but
you’re right. Besides—” Erica pulled away from her gentle
stimulation. “—my family invited us for brunch here tomorrow
morning. The hotel serves a fabulous buffet. I told them yes. It’s
that all right?”
“Of course, mi amor . Your aunt and
uncle came all the way from North Carolina for the wedding. They
want to see their sobrina before they leave.”
Turning and placing her arms around his
shoulders, she nuzzled her wet nose against his. “Why are you so
wonderful, Adriano Sloan?”
“Whoops! You have the wrong man. I’m Juan
Smith, remember?”
“You could be Don Juan for all I care.”
Clutching his head, Erica pressed her mouth
to his in a fervent kiss. The combination of his warm, tender lips
and the bubbles around them put her in a heady, glorious mood.
Within seconds, his stiffened cock joined in the embrace by
pressing against her abdomen.
When they finally broke the kiss, she smiled.
“I think we’d better get upstairs before Juan, Jr. gets out of
control.”
“He can’t help himself. The sight, feel,
sound, taste and
“ Más vino? ” he asked as he picked up
her goblet.
For an instance, she thought of tempering her
alcohol intake, but tonight seemed so special, so free and
dangerously impetuous, that she held no reservations when it came
to agreeing to his suggestion. “Go for it, mi bobo
bailando! ”
“Dancing fool, huh?” Nico chuckled as he
started for the buffet. “Just you wait, mi dama linda! I’ll
have you begging for more!”
Beautiful lady ... Erica certainly
would beg for more as soon as she found the first opportunity to be
alone with her charming date. Of course, two could play that game.
She’d make sure to have Nico Sloan, alias Juan Smith, begging for
deliverance after her slow, seductive tortures!
* * *
From the side of the bubbling hot tub Erica
and Nico watched the wedding guests go crazy as they tried to whack
open the papier-mâché piñatas. Those who finally succeeded became
doused in a shower of candies and little gifts. By now, the bride
and groom had left to change in their hotel suite and take a limo
ride to the airport, where they would be off on their month-long
honeymoon of sun and surf.
“Ah, this is much better,” Nico commented as
he enjoyed the water beside her. Since they had the tub to
themselves, they threw caution to the wind and plunged in sans
bathing suits. “I’d much rather watch the borrachones than
join in the fun.”
“Just wait until my Uncle Miguel starts
balancing a wine glass on his big nose while he dances. But I don’t
think he’s quite soused enough yet to start the entertainment.”
As she spoke, Erica cuddled up to his naked
hip. The couple had checked in earlier as Mr. and Mrs. Juan Smith
and looked forward to taking advantage of the hotel’s amenities. A
bottle of premium champagne, a king-sized bed and satin pillows
awaited them in Room 1210 of a Las Palmas suite. Despite Erica’s
protests over the expense, Nico insisted they share the night
together in style, his treat. With this, plus their weekend at the
B&B, the costs added up considerably, yet Nico insisted on
giving Erica the royal treatment. For a split second, she wondered
if she could live up to his expectations; or, heaven forbid, give
him what he expected in return. Of course, she had no idea what
that might be.
Nico quickly scooted behind her and clasped
Erica around the waist. “I’d make love to you right here,” he
murmured against her damp hair, “but I’m spontaneous only to a
degree. I don’t want to get us kicked out of here for lewd and
lascivious behavior.”
She rubbed his groin with her derrière and felt the
sudden rise of his cock. “I thought honeymooners were supposed to
be lewd and lascivious.”
“I think that’s reserved for more private
encounters. I’d hate for your aunt to come walking this way and spy
us in the middle of our own entertainment.”
“She knows we’re having much more fun, but
you’re right. Besides—” Erica pulled away from her gentle
stimulation. “—my family invited us for brunch here tomorrow
morning. The hotel serves a fabulous buffet. I told them yes. It’s
that all right?”
“Of course, mi amor . Your aunt and
uncle came all the way from North Carolina for the wedding. They
want to see their sobrina before they leave.”
Turning and placing her arms around his
shoulders, she nuzzled her wet nose against his. “Why are you so
wonderful, Adriano Sloan?”
“Whoops! You have the wrong man. I’m Juan
Smith, remember?”
“You could be Don Juan for all I care.”
Clutching his head, Erica pressed her mouth
to his in a fervent kiss. The combination of his warm, tender lips
and the bubbles around them put her in a heady, glorious mood.
Within seconds, his stiffened cock joined in the embrace by
pressing against her abdomen.
When they finally broke the kiss, she smiled.
“I think we’d better get upstairs before Juan, Jr. gets out of
control.”
“He can’t help himself. The sight, feel,
sound, taste and
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