Sonia's Dawn

The piercing spark in Sonia’s magnetic eyes was undeniable as she floated the winding circuit between crowded tables to her usual spot at the bar. It was the closest possible seat to Grey and the piano player.

As full and shapely as her hips and thighs were, she moved like a palm tree bowing to a sudden gust of wind. Even at 5’3”, she had a proud, regal stature. Tonight she was wearing a short, tightly wrapped sarong that tapered in a slant across her coppery thighs. Wedge sandals brought those substantial muscles in her calves and thighs out to play like derelict street urchins.

The upward tilt of her round breasts gave off a subtle hint of arrogance as she moved with her head tilted high and slightly to the side. Dark hair with blonde and hennaed highlights streaked her tightly wound tresses through the neat twist at the base of her head.

The piano player suddenly flashed an irritated look at Grey when he spiked the tempo. It happened every time Sonia walked in on the middle of one of his saxophone solos. He had to let the instrument out of his mouth a moment to breathe and watch her approach.

“Here comes my baby,” he whispered just loud enough for himself to hear, although no one in the room could mistake the direction of his gaze.

She was coming straight toward him, and in the moments of her dancing approach, everything dropped out of existence. Her skin made him think of cinnamon with sugar sprinkled in it. She finally made her way to the last stool at the corner of the bar.

Sonia had an uncanny ability to make anything she sat on seem like a throne as she crossed her legs and sat with a ramrod posture, a quietly regal tilt to her head as she listened to the music barely competing with the murmur of the crowd.

Grey thought the stinging effect of her nightly entrance should have worn off by now, but even after five months, he felt disoriented those occasional nights she didn’t come.

He hadn’t even slept with her. Technically, he was employed by her fiancé, since Carlo owned the company that owned the club he’d been working in six nights a week since the beginning of the season.

Now the season was rapidly grinding to a crawl, and Grey was scheduled to fly out the next day to another resort somewhere on the globe it would be summer all over again. And that was Grey’s life. Always chasing summer.

He knew his chances with Sonia were about as over as the Bronze Age. More realistically, they never existed. Yet nearly every time he’d made a connection with an available candidate for a night’s erotic indulgence, Sonia would suddenly appear practically glued to his elbow. It had been this way for months now.

As a result, Grey had gone without feminine companionship much more than he was used to, and he’d spent most of his life as a spoiled brat in that particular regard. It was a completely foreign sensation to realize every attractive, available woman he’d met over the past five months ended up striking him as little more than an afterthought.

It wasn’t supposed to work this way. His pulse wasn’t supposed to feel like shooting darts of pure body heat every time Sonia walked into the room, or if she stood close enough to sense her scent he couldn’t feel the floor under his feet.

The finale of the song they were playing sounded like a complete car crash to Grey’s ears, but the patrons responded with enthusiastic applause anyway. Whatever the piano player thought, Grey was tired of the way he was constantly rushing or dragging the tempos, and he couldn’t wait to move onto the next gig where he’d be playing with much more capable musicians.

They had one more song to play before taking a break, and before they started, Grey took a long, lingering glance at Sonia. Her crossed thighs were gleaming, smooth and supple as her sarong rode too close to the delectable buns pertly perched on her stool. In a cropped yellow tank, her breasts gathered into enticing mounds between her arms as she twirled the long stem of a frosted glass between her fingers.

When Grey’s eyes finally rose to meet her face, Sonia was looking straight into his eyes with defiant satisfaction. He felt that avalanche of heat break loose inside.

She’d been sitting in that very same place the first time he laid eyes on her. It was about a week into the beginning of the season’s engagement when he’d just finished a song and caught the drawling, feminine voice oozing into his ears from nearby.

“Que pollo.” He hadn’t been sure what the words meant, but the slow, sultry drawl of the accented voice left Grey with no question about the attitude behind them. He turned to see who’d said it and discovered a tall, voluptuous beauty staring straight at him from the near corner of the bar.

Grey had smiled and nodded at the woman, but it was her much more petite friend who’d captured his attention the moment he saw her. The taller woman had all but ceased to exist as he consumed the sight of the compact explosion of femininity sitting beside her, casting a furtive, sidelong look as if barely noticing him.

But Grey had known better. He’d felt it. It was as if the air around them lit up with something phosphorus. The taller woman looked at Sonia and said something else in rapid Spanish Grey didn’t catch. Seated on the same stool, very much as she was seated now, Sonia looked down, as if suddenly fascinated by the glass in front of her.

Even through her sun tinted, Mediterranean complexion, Grey sensed the flush of heat spreading across her neck. His mouth had curled into a curious smile he was sure Sonia never saw, but her friend had looked back over at Grey and given him a conspiratorial nod of approval. That was why he’d been surprised to learn she was engaged to the owner of the club when he finally got her into a conversation.

Now it was the last song of the last set of his last night on the island, and Grey still hadn’t told her he was flying out in less than twenty-four hours. He’d purposely booked his flight knowing they’d only end up spending too much of his off time together, the specter of Sonia’s fiancé always looming in the background.

The piano player was glaring at him. The outchorus was coming around and Grey was forced to play again. He ignored the melody and improvised, blowing cascading arpeggios as he gazed at Sonia imagining he could translate his vision of her into sound. She recrossed her legs and the waterfall of sound from Grey’s horn suddenly doubled as he took in the brush of one thigh against the other.

No one in the club could miss where his attention was, and Sonia closed her eyes with a faint smile and turned her head away as she let the music caress her.

Grey suddenly came to life in the final moments of the gig through which he’d been sleepwalking for months. Even the piano player he never learned to get along with sat up and took notice.

But Grey was barely aware of any notes coming out of his horn. He could only look at Sonia and feel like an idiot for not telling her he was flying out in such a hurry. What else is a man supposed to do when he’s teetering on the edge of foolishness over a woman who somehow got under his skin and refused to leave? He just keeps moving.

He finished the song with a flurry of surprising passion he barely even heard, and the crowd applauded enthusiastically. Grey finally let the horn slip out of his mouth.

“Just keep moving, “he said aloud.

“What?” the piano player asked, leaning toward him.

“Nothing,” Grey replied. He was looking straight past his accompanist at Sonia. “Never mind. Let’s just call it a night.”

That was the end of the gig until next year, assuming Sonia’s fiancé bothered hiring him back. Grey knew Carlo wouldn’t be too eager to bring back anyone who spent an inappropriate amount of time and attention on his beautiful fiancé.

This would be it. After tonight, he’d never see Sonia again. He could forget her and look forward to finally meeting women who were actually available.

So why did he feel this burning ache of emptiness as his eyes locked on the gleaming smoothness of her crossed legs and then followed the meandering contours of her body until his eyes met hers. If she was already taken, why did she always have to look back at him that way?

Grey set his instrument on its stand and joined her. There was an obvious familiarity about them, although Grey could never kiss her the way he was always thinking when she came into a room.

But not tonight.

The moment he was standing close enough to feel surrounded by her body heat and perfume, Grey felt like the room was spinning off into space.

“Grey, darling, I have…”

He touched her cheek and leaned in to kiss her full lips, not the genteel tease at the corner of her mouth she was used to.

He felt her sharp, shallow intake of breath, as if she were sucking the words of her interrupted greeting back out of his mouth. It wasn’t lost on either of them how perfectly inappropriate it was to be kissing that way in the middle of her fiance’s nightclub in front of at least fifteen of his employees.

But Grey was beyond caring. Before the sun would have a second chance to rise on his world with Sonia, he would be a dozen time zones away.

When Sonia’s lips parted slightly and the tips of their tongues met briefly in the middle, it was enough to make Grey feel as if he were already hurtling through all those time zones. When the kiss broke and Sonia started to utter a steady stream of staccato words without looking him in the eye, a grin of satisfaction plastered itself across Grey’s chiseled features.

Then he caught wind of what she was trying to say and the smile faded instantly.

“…because we are planning for about seventy or eighty people,” she was saying in a flustered gush. “We’re planning to announce the…errr…date we have finally set for the wedding. Carlito and…I…would like for you to play. And…”

“You and Carlo, huh?”

Sonia finally looked at him. Her eyes glittered like wet onyx as she realized the magnitude of what she was asking. Carlo and Grey had evolved into barely cordial adversaries as the raw, natural chemistry between Sonia and the hired musician gradually became obvious to everyone around them.

Carlo had responded much as a wealthy man of influence with too much face to save would in such a situation. He became downright effusive toward Grey, without a shred of sincerity behind it, and he never failed an opportunity to prove how unfazed he was by the amount of time Grey and Sonia spent together. If he’d known how much time that really was he probably would have popped a blood vessel.

Grey felt himself deflate from within, and he couldn’t bear to do it under Sonia’s watchful gaze.

“You know I can’t do that,” he said, turning away to pack up his equipment. The fact that he hadn’t told her he was leaving in the morning hit him in the chest with a blast of cold guilt.

He pulled his case out from under the piano and splayed it open as he started to take the neck and mouthpiece off of his horn. He saw Sonia’s silken legs beside him, but he couldn’t bring himself to look up.

The scent of her lotion hit him like a sudden assault of gentle luxury he would never taste.

“I know it’s a lot to ask,” she began. “But if you could just…”

“I can’t,” he said emphatically. Grey finished zipping his sax case and stood up, finally facing her. “I don’t mean because I don’t want to. I can’t.” He took a deep breath and faced her squarely. “I’m flying out first thing tomorrow morning.”

He waited to see if she was going to breathe as she searched his face waiting to realize she’d heard him wrong. When she realized the truth of what he said, a curtain of hurt enclosed her proud, Spanish features.

“You know it’s better this way,” he told her, not even convincing himself. “It would only be harder every day that goes by.”

Rage, hurt and confusion all smoldered in her eyes. A breath finally appeared to fill her chest, as she squared her shoulders and held her head up high. Then she slowly turned, and without another word, put one unsteady foot in front of the other until she was gone from his sight.

Grey wished the burst of fireworks he’d been expected had come instead. Her stunned silence cut him to the very core of his being.

**

It was well past midnight when Sonia heard the bell. It rang five times in a row, and then was followed by insistent knocking. She was standing by the rail on her balcony, watching calm surf lap easily at the shore under pale moonlight.

She knew it could only be Grey.

Ever since he told her he was flying out in the morning without so much as taking one more morning to meet at their favorite café, she’d been teetering between wishing she’d given in to every instinctual urge she’d felt for him since the day she walked into Carlo’s club and saw him playing – and punching him square in the mouth.

If she punched him hard enough to fatten his lip, none of those pneumatically enhanced tramps buzzing around him at the bar like flies on ripe fruit would think twice about kissing him.

Sonia closed her eyes and lowered her head as the knocking and bell ringing went incessantly on. She wished he’d just go away. She understood why he’d decided to make such a hasty escape, so why did he have to come see her in the middle of the night, only to make things worse?

The moment the image came to her mind of him giving up and turning to walk away from her door, she spun on her heels and went to answer. As she opened the door, she did her best to look calm yet disinterestedly disgusted with him.

She turned back inside and he followed her straight back to her balcony. She walked slowly, putting an extra swing in her hips just to punish him for leaving too soon. She’d taken a late bath and was only wearing a short satin robe in a mustard gold that set off the dark fire of her skin.

Sonia was fully aware her ass was considered too big for her height by many of the gringos who visited the island, but she knew Grey was practically obsessed with it. Sometimes it seemed almost impossible to keep down the laughter in her heart when she saw how he strained to hold onto his gentlemanly manners. Giving him a good look at the round, powerful ass he was running away from so hastily was an exquisite way to make him suffer.

But as she reached the balcony and took hold of the rail, she looked out across the glittering night surf and thought of how he must have been suffering for months now. She might even have missed it if she hadn’t been suffering all the same unrequited aches and pains.

She felt his hands settle onto her shoulders, his body close enough to feel his warmth while the scent of his cologne was subtle but present in the air all around her.

“Sonia.” His tone was soft, not too far above a whisper, but penetrating in its gravity. She wanted to fall back against him.

“What could there possibly be to say now, Grey? You’ve made your choice, and we both have to live with it.”

“Funny thing about choices,” he said, “but they don’t always seem so clear. Take your choice of Carlo, for instance.”

She spun around suddenly and found herself trapped between his arms as he reached for the rail behind her.

“Yes, my choice. Before you came. And after you’ve gone.”

Grey took a deep breath. His body seemed to inflate until his ribcage was brushing the tips of her breasts. The more defiant she tried to look, the more her nipples pulsed and thickened.

“Sometimes choices just make themselves. We don’t have a damn thing to do with it.”

The moment his lips connected with hers she knew he was right. She registered a brief moment of surprise, and then realized her lips were melting into his as if they had a mind of their own. His tongue swept into her mouth tasting faintly of pineapple, and as his large hands found the small of her back, she was powerless to stop her bare thigh from sliding into the space between his legs.

His hunger was even deeper and more voracious than she ever imagined. His cock was rapidly filling out the front of his light trousers while one hand drifted over the sumptuous spheres of her ass, softly stroking the curves through the sheen of her robe.

Sonia barely realized she was gasping into his mouth. Her pussy felt like a sudden storm was brewing inside it. Too hot, too wet. His hand slipped under the robe and caressed the warm silk of her naked cheeks. She felt her spine arch as she curved into him and rolled her tongue around his. His fingers spidered deeper, seeking her hopelessly moistening slit.

And just as his finger found the flushed lips at the apex of her thighs, her hands found his chest and she pushed him backward with weak grunt of exertion.

“How dare you?” she said, breathless, her generous breasts rising and falling heavily as the front of her robe fell open. She hadn’t pushed him away because she didn’t want him touching her. She pushed him away because she did, and because everything he’d said about choices was true.

He was breathing heavily and looking at her with something feral she’d never seen in his eyes before. She was almost frightened. It made breathing feel like a strain and the flushing heat between her humid thighs only grew worse.

Grey sudden gripped the back of her neck and pulled her to him again. His lips seemed to melt onto hers while he lifted the back of her robe over her naked ass globes. Then there was a resounding smack as his other hand landed a stinging spank to one cheek.

Sonia jumped inside the grasp of Grey’s arms, and as the throbbing drip from her core suddenly intensified, she pushed him backward even harder this time, whipping her open palm across his cheek before she realized what she was doing. Grey reared back in surprise, but quickly recovered with a barely controlled smile.

The heavy breathing Latin siren found herself backing the last few inches against the wall while Grey closed in and calmly placed his hand on her collar bone. His palm slowly moved down, following the round contours of her breasts until coming to rest between her thighs. The whimper that rose out of her throat when his fingers raked the slick furrow of her slit felt like it came from somewhere else.

She closed her eyes and felt the bold silk of his lips settling onto hers, his tongue searching hers while his fingers made gently teasing stabs into her oozing core. Suddenly his finger was pushing between the seal of their lips and both their tongues were laving at the sweetness of her pussy.

Grey finally relinquished her mouth, but kept up his fingers’ agonizingly rhythmic massage of her inner chamber. She couldn’t open her eyes again until she heard him calling her name.

“There’s one thing I wanted to give you before I go, Sonia,” he said in a somber tone, his face merely inches from hers. “After you walked out of the club I realized after all these months I’ve never given you anything, but now that I’m just a few hours away from being out of your life for good, I knew I couldn’t leave without giving you a little something to remember me by.”

He paused and slid the backs of his fingers along her cheek, lightly thumbing the contour of her mouth. There were two fingers still carefully gliding in and out of her shuddering pussy.

“I wish I could figure out the thing about beauty,” he said, completely distracted by her face. “You almost look angry all the time, except when you laugh and the way your face just opens reminds me of the smell of citrus groves in Valencia. Your tits and ass are too big for a spoiled gringo like me…so I don’t know how it works, but ever since the first time I saw you I just couldn’t imagine how the Earth could ever turn without you on it. Can you explain it to me…why the air just seems to fit so naturally around you whether you’re sitting or standing or even walking away? Or can you please explain why my blood feels like it’s in the right place whenever you walk in the room, and then when you leave it doesn’t anymore? “

“I…don’t know,” she whispered.

“Yeah, well…I guess questions like those don’t really need answers. Anyway, you keep telling me Carlo is your choice, but I know that’s not true. He’s not even a man, really. Just the right thing to do under the circumstances.”

Sonia knew she was supposed to get angry enough to give him another impulsive slap, but she couldn’t seem to muster the energy for it.

“The thing about choices is you have to make them to ever know if they were the right ones or not. I’ve made plenty of both kinds so I know what I’m talking about. “

Sonia felt Grey press an envelope into her hand while his fingers slowly withdrew from her pussy.

“And that’s what I wanted you to have, Sonia. A choice you can take or leave. One that’s all yours and no one can ever take it away from you.”

She felt a moment of confusion coming on that only grew worse when he kissed her as deep and ravenously as anyone had ever kissed her before. Then he mumbled something she couldn’t decipher and left her there, standing against the wall on her balcony with her robe flung open and her feet planted far enough apart for his body to slide between them. But he was gone. She knew he was already out the door.

Sonia let her breath subside and finally pulled her robe around her body. She looked at the envelope in her hand and went inside to find the letter opener on the desk in her salon. When she saw what was inside she nearly fell onto the chair in front of the desk.

She sat calmly instead, then slowly took the airline ticket out of the envelope. One way economy class fare to Macau. After her eyes started to focus a little better, she realized the ticket allowed for a three day layover in Seoul.

Sonia stared at the ticket as if it had been printed in Korean. Very gradually, she became aware of the scent of Grey’s cologne still lingering around her. Her head started to turn, then a little faster, until she felt the entire room was spinning. She threw the ticket into the waste basket beside her desk and grabbed the old fashioned ink well Carlo had given her off the blotter. She shot to her feet and hurled the ink well at the glass door to the balcony. The glass didn’t break, but a huge splotch of dripping ink started running down the pane and stained the carpet below.

“You son of a bitch!” she spat at Grey in his conspicuous absence. “Who the fuck flies economy!”

**

Sleep wouldn’t come to Sonia. She tried in vain for hours to fall into a deep, oblivious sleep that would erase the entire last six months of her life. She cursed the day she’d met Grey, while the notion of the airline ticket sitting in the waste basket near the desk in her salon felt like she was harboring contraband. She’d even bolted up out of bed three times to go shove the ticket into her paper shredder, but each time she stopped and stared at the envelope poised just an inch or two above the machine’s slot, listening to its soft hum mock her resolve.

She could almost feel the warm sting on her buttock where Grey had impulsively spanked her. The taste of his brash kiss clung obstinately to her lips. The lips of her smooth, shaven pussy ached with cloying heat as the skin remembered the arrogant search of Grey’s long fingers.

Sonia tossed and turned in a tangled chaos of satin sheets in nothing but a pair of scant, silk panties that were hopelessly soaked with her body’s seeping syrup. She caught a throbbing nipple in one hand while the other slid beneath her panties to battle the cloying heat in the flaming petals of her slit. She massaged her clit and eventually sent two of her fingers sliding up inside her slick channel.

It didn’t take long before Sonia realized the kind of ache she was feeling wasn’t the kind she could help herself out of. There was only one thing to do, only one place in the world she could soothe her roiling mind, and it was just a few minutes away.

She got up and changed into fresh panties, a tight, black thong she knew would only become as saturated as the pair she’d just taken off if she couldn’t calm the nagging urge in her blood. She then hastily yanked on a short, beach cover skirt and white bikini top, and stalked out of her flat in a pair of low healed sandals.

It didn’t take Sonia long before she hit the sand, where she kicked off the sandals and kept walking as they dangled from her left hand.

The surf was lazy, and the moon was full and bright. Sonia found herself craving deeper darkness. She felt exposed and self-conscious despite the long, wide beach being deserted at that hour. The sand still held warmth from yesterday’s sunlight, and it wasn’t long before her pace settled to a much calmer mood.

It was another perfect night, and Sonia started to feel as if the island belonged to her alone. She was finally stopped thinking about Grey completely, and the thoughtless insult of the airline ticket sitting in her salon waste basket. How cleansing it would feel to go back and drop it in her paper shredder without a second thought.

Grey would be no more than a fading blip on her emotional radar screen in just a few more hours. She would be so happily married to Carlos right before Christmas, and they would have a spectacular month long honeymoon in Europe. And flying with Carlos, Sonia knew would always be first class.

Sonia paused beside a stack of plastic beach chairs and drink tables near a darkened café and restaurant at the head of the sand. There was a row of kayaks for rent as well as the shack where they were rented from. All the people who worked there knew her. They were Sonia’s neighbors, her community.

She stopped and looked up at the smoldering moon and finally felt glad to see it so full and bright. She was standing in one of the most beautiful places in the world, and it was all hers.

She belonged here. She belonged to Carlos and he to her. She belonged to the smiling waiters and waitresses who worked the café and restaurant just a few meters behind her. It didn’t matter most of them would be gone in a few more days, back to their college educations scattered across half the globe, or that there would be a whole new crop of them next year who would all come to know her as the bride of that man who owned half the island. She drew a deep breath and looked up at the moon.

“I’m Sonia,” she announced softly to the night sky. “I am the daughter of Raymundo and Feliciana of Santo Domingo. I have a bachelor’s degree in hotel management from the University of Miami. I’m both strong and beautiful, and everything I have in this life I have earned through hard work and intelligence. Everything…”

Sonia suddenly caught the scent of something musky and a little sweet on a light gust of air. It was him. She could never mistake the scent of that cologne. Grey was somewhere near. God forbid he would be close enough to have heard her talking to the moon. Even she had to think she must have sounded a little crazy now.

She went stock still and trained her eyes across the glittering skin of the sea, hoping perhaps he’d only been there a little bit earlier and the cloying stench of his cologne was simply lingering behind him. Her mind lost whatever strength it needed to block out those flashes of him kissing and fondling her back in her flat. She fought against the oncoming shudder in her bones, against the return of that domineering heat at the humid apex of her thighs.

She wanted to run. To sprint back down the beach to the safety of the precious flat displaying her own, unique life and taste everywhere one could look. But she didn’t. If he was still there somewhere, she didn’t want to let him see her flee.

Then that scent on the air became stronger, and the voice suddenly so close behind was unmistakable.

“Couldn’t sleep too well myself,” Grey said.

Sonia willed herself to keep from speaking. There was still a good chance she was imagining this. His scent. His voice.

His fingers lightly touching her bare shoulder.

Yes, she was still lying in her bed dreaming it all. That was the only logical explanation.

The other hand lighting upon her other shoulder was no more real than the first. They were not really sliding slowly down her arms, his hands curling around her wrists while the warmth of his body assaulted her back like a sudden gust of hot wind.

That was not really his breath in her flowing hair. There was no telltale scent of rum and fruit. Her nipples always hardened and ached when she had private dreams in the quiet of late, island nights such as this.

And at that very moment, Grey was not holding her wrists firmly in place at her hips while his breath touched her shoulder a split second before his lips. His lips never pursed into soft kisses where his tongue lightly touched the faint saline flavor of her skin.

The months she’d spent thinking of him, wondering about him, wondering why he always went back to his room alone after shamelessly flirting with all the pretty tourists who sat pretending to like his music night after night – all that time disappeared into the fact she knew she was only dreaming everything.

When his lips assaulted her neck in an onslaught of damp softness, she felt as if tiny sparks were beginning to spray from her skin everywhere his mouth touched. Then Sonia finally knew she hated him.

She hated him because Carlos had never made her feel this way.

She was half way through a deep, silent gasp when she felt herself being spun in place, Grey’s hands cranking her shoulders to face him. His eyes were dark as pitch but for the tiny reflection of the moon in each one.

“Just us now, Sonia,” he said, placing his palms along the sides of her neck and lacing his fingers behind. “Here. Now. Everything you and I ever knew is a lie. Forget everything. This moment is going to last forever.”

Then he kissed her as if he were stealing something he already owned. Despite this being their first true kiss, their lips melded and fused naturally, as if they were made to fit together. Their mouths opened into a sealed ‘O’ in which their tongues swept each other into a dance of ardent consumption.

Sonia felt her head lean backward as Grey sought to taste her more and more deeply. The deeper he kissed, the deeper she kissed him back in defiance and anger. And the deeper her defiance and anger took root in her pulsing blood, the hotter and thicker that honey flowed from her straining core.

Grey’s thigh pushed between hers while his hands slid over her shoulder blades and his fingertips ground into the arching valley of her spine.

Sonia’s body was rapidly taking control of itself, leaving her mind far back in its wake as her hips arched and her mound gnashed against Grey’s solid thigh. Then his arms encircled her and pulled her tightly to his body, her full breasts pillowing against his shirt while the hard stalk inside his loose fitting trousers batted against her.

Together, their bodies mimicked the motion of the waves while Grey ripped out the knotted string holding Sonia’s bikini top in place. She was already reaching between them to yank at the drawstring holding his trousers. She pushed the waistband down past his hips and reached inside, groping for the hard cock straining against his confining briefs.

At the same time, Grey explored her warm, smooth breasts with one hand while the other reached down to pull the wrap above her hips into a bunch around her waist. He gripped the front of her thong and pulled, forcing the tiny bunch of flexible fabric into her aching slit.

Only then did he finally release her mouth and join her in a deep gasp for air.

“You’re the worst man I have ever known,” she told him. “You think you can just put your hands on me when you want. Well, soon you will be far away and I’ll be glad. I’ll be fucking Carlos like his personal whore while you’re getting a backache in that economy class seat of yours, but I won’t let you go without letting you see exactly what you’re going to be missing for the rest of your life.”

Grey’s eyes flared as Sonia felt his open palm smack her bared ass cheek with a sharp slapping sound. Her body jumped against his, but she steeled herself and looked at him through slit, smoldering eyes. Her nipples were aflame while her pussy oozed like fruit left dangling from the branch too long.

Suddenly he was gripping a handful of her hair as he pushed her toward the sand.

“You like to talk, my beautiful Sonia,” he said as she sank to her knees. “But maybe that’s all you are. Talk. Maybe I was wrong about you all this time.”

Sonia looked up at him and sneered. She barely noticed him pushing his trousers and briefs down until his rigid cock sprang into the air in front of her face. True to the uncouth, uncultured migrant musician he was, he never even bothered with the buttons on his shirt, but simply yanked it over his head and tossed it on the sand.

Sonia finally faced the arrogantly aroused cock strutting in her face. She refused to let her surprise register where he could see it on her face. She calmly wrapped her hand around his prodigious shaft and began stroking, urging more of his viscous ooze out of his wet dome.

“I suppose you think I should be impressed,” she sneered up at him. “You think you’re the only man on the island with a big cock?”

“What I think,” he said, “is that you’re still talking because you’re afraid you’re going to like the taste of me too much.”

Sonia almost allowed herself to be struck speechless, but she caught herself quickly and forced a derisive snicker. “The only reason this is happening,” she told him, “is to make you sorry you ever played with my heart.”

Then she moistened her supple lips with her tongue and slid them over Grey’s imposing cockhead. The moment her moist tongue rolled around his sap coated ridge, his cocky tone gave over to sighs of urgent need. Sonia could feel his ooze come thicker onto her tongue, while the pulse within the shaft she was gripping began to jump.

“Ohh, Sonia…” Grey’s voice was now thick with something serpentine, as if the sound was curling around her kneeling body. His cock was rich and vibrant in her mouth as she began to stroke his flesh with lips and hand. His fingers wove into her hair as he began to push back against the see saw motion of her mouth.

Sonia’s pussy flushed hot and raw as she gasped for air around the driving thrust of Grey’s ravenous cock. She pushed an anxious hand between her hunkered thighs and slid her fingers under her thong to claw at her slit. The rhythmic glide of his shaft easily matched the pull and suck of her hand and mouth, until it began to seem like an arcane dance.

Sonia had never felt so in synch with another human body. She was almost oblivious to her own fingers shoving into her gripping pussy as she sucked and took Grey’s hot thrusts into her mouth knowing he would soon fill her throat with hard spurts of cum.

But then he pushed her backward, all but forcing her back to the sand. He stood over her and stepped out of his puddled trousers. He knelt between her splayed open thighs and yanked at the scant garments still in disarray on her lush body and hastily disposed of them. Then he gripped her bare hips and lifted the lower half of her body, until her weight was resting on her shoulders while he pulled her open pussy toward his mouth.

Sonia crossed her ankles behind his neck, feeling his burning body fill the angular space beneath her. His mouth ground hungrily against her hard dripping slash, kissing her pussy the way he’d kissed her mouth, fitting lips to lips and shoving a starving tongue deep inside her channel.

Someone’s voice rose out of Sonia’s throat, but she wasn’t sure whose it was. The back of her skull ground into the sand as her spine arched and Grey’s tongue swept across her clit. His lips entrapped the hard nub as it drowned in her own nectar while his tongue tip swirled in wet, twisting turns.

Whoever was throwing that sultry voice through her writhing body was calling out his name as if it meant something more than just the name of her life’s most regrettable impulse. The voice was ripped out of the body that felt as though it were tumbling through space.

Sonia’s body was angled upward at 45 degrees, though she felt as if she were completely upside down. Grey’s body kept inching further and further into the space underneath her. She felt his smoldering cock slide up against her spine, while she gnashed her dripping pussy harder and harder against his face.

She felt herself begin to float as every nerve and tingling pore in her body shuddered toward an overpowering climax. Then Grey was suddenly leaning backward toward the sand, pulling Sonia along with him. He lifted her back upright with his knees as he settled back, keeping his tongue in constant motion in her pussy the whole time.

Sonia gasped in surprise to find herself suddenly straddling Grey’s face. She wasn’t completely sure how she even ended up sitting upright so suddenly, but that didn’t seem to matter as much the urgency to keep rolling her graceful hips against Grey’s feasting mouth.

She rode his mouth until she was once again poised on the brink of an explosive release. Her spine arched, head flung backward as she groped behind her to take hold of his cock, but before she could get her bearings, Grey slid out from under her wide spread thighs and swiftly came up behind her, his steaming cock grinding up against her while his arms swept around her.

His imposing shaft nudged between her open thighs, the spine of his cock sliding against her shivering slit. Grey reached down and clamped his hand over his cock and rubbed his flesh hard up into her slick furrow.

“No matter how hard you try, you could never make me sorry,” he told her, voice husky with spiraling need.

Sonia could feel Grey’s need for her rising off his skin like steam. She could manage little more than a feline yowl in reply. He kissed the side of her neck just before bringing his left hand to the nape of her neck and pushing her forward. Sonia flowed with the movement of his hand, bending forward until her face and the hot tips of her heavy breasts were touching sand.

With her knees bent underneath her, Grey gripped the globes of her ass and spread her open. His impaling cock felt like an invasion of silk and heat. She practically felt as if her upraised pussy was a natural offering, as if the dripping blossom of her pussy lips were his own vessel of delirium. Yet the moment his thick stalk ground deeper, even in her position of compliance, she felt as if she were being served like a royal.

Sonia’s face was turned toward the water. The sound of Grey’s rumbling breath blended with the soft hiss of the surf, until the sound felt tangible and she could no longer distinguish the rhythm from the hot slip and glide of his plunging cock. Everything ceased to exist but this heaving of breath and sea, sea and breath, and the urgent pump of that cock made to fit her.

Just as she reached beneath herself to rake fingers over her throbbing clit, Grey suddenly lurched back, all but yanking his imposing cock from her clasping sheath.

The world seemed to spin as Sonia felt herself being rolled, turning in the sand with the guidance of the large, warm hands on her body. When she came to rest on her back, she looked up to see Grey kneeling between her open thighs, his wet cock glistening in the moonlight.

He was pushing his rigid cock back inside her channel before she had a chance to gasp. As he sank back in to his ballsac, he leaned over her, gripping her wrists and pinning them into the sand above her head. He was looking down at her face with a hunger she’d never seen in a man’s eyes before.

He leaned down close so his chest was grazing over her throbbing nipples as his body rocked to the stroke of his cock within the heated depth of her core.

“I’m going to cum in you, Sonia,” he told her. “And I’m going to call your name so you can hear my voice echoing in your mind for the rest of your life…and you can ask yourself why he never calls your name exactly the same way…”

“…fuck…” Sonia uttered in a half whimper, half growl. The pendulous rock of her hips came to life as she fucked back at him, the aching throb in her clit spiraling out through the rest of her body.

Then his mouth was devouring hers, yet almost instantly in motion down along her neck until he was grasping at her nipples with his lips, sucking them deeply as his cock plunged hard and deep.

Sonia felt as if she were lifting up off the sand, feeling the hot shudder tear through her nerves with the release she craved. She knew Grey could feel the rippling walls of her sheath clutching at his driving cock. The leaping spasms of his thrusting shaft only sent her delirium spiraling higher and higher as she felt the simmering gush of his cum.

She barely noticed the sky beginning to change as the sun nudged onto the horizon.

“Sonia,” he cried, just as he said…in a tone like no one had ever called her name before. “Sonia…Sonia…Sonia…”

**

Grey sat alone in the cramped seat on his plane, gazing absently out the window at the tarmac. He was a mess. There was still grit in his hair and under his clothes from his encounter with Sonia on the beach only two hours before. It would only make every hour feel like two. He started to think he’d been waved so quickly through the security check because he looked too frazzled and pathetic to be a threat to anyone.

He could still feel Sonia on his skin, and he wasn’t looking forward to feeling the glaring emptiness of the seat beside him for too many hours to think about.

At least the plane would be in the air any moment now.

But then, Grey recognized a familiar shriek.

“Ay, cuidado!”

The last passenger to board the plane came bustling down the aisle behind a flight attendant who was carrying Sonia’s over-abundance of carry-on luggage. Grey smiled, but kept the victorious laughter inside. For now.

Sonia looked magnificent, but knowing her appearance in as much detail as he did, Grey could tell she’d done a hasty job of pulling herself together to catch the flight she never intended to be on.

The attendant stuffed her bags in the overhead compartment and got away as quickly as she could. Then Sonia took the empty seat beside Grey and stared straight ahead at the back of the seat in front of her.

Grey took her hand and grinned, even though she refused to look at him.

“The only reason I’m here,” she told him with a slight sideways nod, “is because my paper shredder is not working.”

Grey leaned back against his seat and held Sonia’s hand up to his smiling lips, pursing a soft kiss against her knuckles and inhaling the heady scent of her skin.

“Obviously,” he agreed. “But don’t worry, my darling, they have paper shredders in Macau, too.”

Ten minutes later they were in the air. Sonia leaned against Grey and promptly fell asleep.

He put his arm around her and held her all the way to the other side of their lives.