Summer Nights by Christin Lovell

the way he was situated atop me.
    “Que tu quieres, mi
amor ?”
    “Faster.” My skin tingled; goose bumps
covered my flesh as he continued his slow, torturous pace.
“Please.”
    “How could I deny you?” He kissed me
gently.
    He pulled back and abandoned my pussy.
I immediately felt empty and cold. I yelped when he flipped me over
and smacked my ass. He immediately soothed my skin, melting the
sting into pleasure. He covered me, shoving into me from behind. I
cried out, the angle sending shockwaves through me. Reaching
around, he massaged my breasts, his fingers teasing my already
sensitive nipples. I whimpered, struggling to push into him when he
didn’t continue fucking me.
    “Que tu quieres, mi
amor ?”
    “You.”
    “How do you want me?” His breath
tickled my ear. He groaned as my pussy fluttered with his
question.
    “Hard and fast.” I pressed my chest
into his palms, cardinal need overwhelming me.
    Suddenly he pounded into me, my body
trembling as he gave me exactly what I wanted. I cried out, unable
to hold back my cries of joy as he drove into me. My orgasm built
quickly, my belly curling tight and low. He abandoned my breasts,
rocking back and grabbing my hips with an iron grip; he lifted them
off the bed and gained new leverage. His pace increased, shooting
me into pleasure overload; my arms flailed above me; I couldn’t get
a solid grip on anything. I was completely at his mercy.
    I heard my voice echoing in the room,
but couldn’t comprehend my mottled shouts. My vision disappeared,
stars flashing before my eyes; breathing became a challenge as my
entire body constricted before exploding in a million directions.
Pleasure shot through every part of me. My limbs shook beneath the
power of my release. I felt my pussy contracting around Cruz’s cock
as he continued to fly in and out of my sopping channel. Tiny
fissions of bliss prickled my skin. I felt every fiber of the
sheets tugging at my sensitive nipples and felt every inch of
Cruz’s cock as it moved along my swollen walls. My head spun as
another wave of pleasure rippled through me. I felt tears sliding
down my cheeks, the sheer intensity of my orgasm drawing out
something deep and dark from within me. It was too much to
bear.
    Time was incomprehensible. I didn’t
know how much time had passed before I felt Cruz kissing my neck
and shoulders. I closed my eyes, trying to focus; trying to regain
full consciousness. My mind hadn’t recovered from what my body had
just endured and it couldn’t process the magnitude of pleasure I’d
been given. I took several deep breaths and finally composed
myself.
    “Do you know how sexy and beautiful it
was to see you finally let go?” Cruz’s voice drifted over me,
aiding in soothing my over stimulating body.
    I couldn’t help but smile at his
praise.
    He pressed one final kiss against my
shoulder before sliding out of me. My pussy shuddered around the
emptiness. He rose up, giving me space to turn onto my back. He
immediately captured my lips the moment I was facing him; his kiss
blanketing me with serenity rather than eliciting an erotic
response.
    I cautiously stretched as he lowered
himself beside me. I already felt the soreness in my muscles, but a
flitter of warmth hit my womb just at the thought of what caused
it. I was spent. I could have easily curled up into him and taken a
nap.
    “We have to get going
soon, mi reina .” He
swiped a few stray strands of hair back.
    I looked at the clock, jumping out of
bed at the time. “Oh my gosh! We’re late.” It was already 12:04
PM.
    “Don’t worry. I’m sure they won’t even
miss us.”
    “I hate being late.” I grabbed my
clothes and headed for his bathroom to get ready.
    He snickered. “Puerto Ricans are never
on time, Summer.”
    “I guess that’s why they call it island
time.” I shut the door behind me, not waiting to see if he got up
or not.

Chapter 11
    We drove back to my hotel to enjoy the
secluded beach at the resort. We