We spend the rest of our layover wandering through the airport, looking in gift shops and drinking Starbucks. We joke around and make fun of each other. We even make fun of other people when we find a bench and sit, waiting for our connecting flight. I feel buoyant and carefree, and I’m so fucking glad I said yes to coming. We haven’t even made it to Puerto Rico and I’m having too much fun. Leaving everything behind, just the two of us.
As we’re getting on our next plane, something occurs to me belatedly.
“I didn’t even bring a swimming suit,” I say unhappily. Such a trivial problem for a big scenario. He laughs.
“I know. I was hoping to have the chance to buy you one.” I look at him with angry surprise. He intentionally didn’t mention the fact that I would need one.
“You... I can’t believe you. You’re already paying for me to go to Puerto Rico, any more money you spend on me just throws us more out of balance,” I ridicule him, but he keeps his carefree smile in place.
“I was hoping you’d model some for me,” he says, acting as if I hadn’t spoke. He glances at my frozen expression and chuckles when my cheeks turn pink. Ridiculous. I’ve never had someone make me blush so much.
***
It's almost eleven at night when we land at Luis Muñoz Marín International Airport in Puerto Rico. I'm so excited, I can’t even feel tired from the trip. Landing among the island’s lights just off the coast and finally stepping off this plane is the most excited I’ve been since we left. And that’s saying something, considering what I’ve already been through today, and what I’m about to go through for the next few days.
A black BMW sedan takes us from the airport to our hotel. I open my door and step out onto the cobblestone streets of Old San Juan. It’s beautiful. The buildings in varying shades of pastel colors, all closely nestled on this busy little street. The people and the smell and the beautiful architecture. It was intoxicating. Ethan grins at me as we head toward a pale yellow building with large white pillars. Above the huge brown double doors is gold lettering indicating it is El Convento Hotel .
The inside has marble checkered floors and soft white walls. Every piece of decoration chosen to sit in a room or hang on a wall is full of culture and urbanity. It's charming and delicately festive. I love it. I love our room even more. We have a king sized bed on an intricate, wrought iron frame, doors with shutters that open to a balcony with a view of the ocean and mismatched pieces of furniture tying it together. Ethan chats with the bellhop while I wander around the room.
“Are you tired?” Ethan asks me after he shuts the door, leaving us alone.
“Why?” I smile at him as I paw the smooth wood of the dark shuttered doors.
His answering smile is amused. “We can walk around if you want, get a drink somewhere. The hotel employee said there are bars close.” Ethan is leaning against the wall by the door with his hands in his pockets, looking delicious. My eyes flicker to the one bed in this room for half a second and I feel my bones soften at the idea of us in it. I wonder if that was intentional.
“Yeah, let’s do it,” I reply before I allow myself another dirty thought. I really did want to explore a little. We head back to the street and find a place to get some premium, native liquor, one of Puerto Rico’s main exports. We eat and drink and wander around Old San Juan, staying with the crowds.
“So what are we doing tomorrow?” I ask, pulling my long dark hair over my naked shoulder as we walk next to each other. My blouse drapes low around my arms giving a perfect view of my smooth collar bones around to my bare shoulder blades.
“We need to buy you a swimming suit. We can see a little more of the town and go to a beach.” Ethan bumps his arm into mine as he talks.
“What kind of swimming suit were you hoping to see me in?” I ask casually, nudging him back.
Ethan smirks, his featured arranged in an adorable mask. “You certainly have the body to wear whatever you want,” he answers and I twist my mouth to hide my smile.
“Thank you. But I am curious, what did you have in mind?” I ask him, trying to lure the answer from him with my eyes.
He glances at me and purses his lips. “A very...very small bikini,” he practically whispers and I feel my neck heating a little. I like when he’s honest. It makes me...hot.
“But obviously, I’d prefer you didn’t wear something like that in public,” he says, staring straight ahead.
“Just for you?” I tease him and he grins, looking at the ground as we stop at a corner waiting to cross the street.
“Maybe,” he finally says after another moment.
We’re both silent as we start walking again. Even though we’d already fooled around today, everything between us still felt new and we kept our flirting light. To be honest, we hadn’t really been all over each other all day. Besides the oral sex in the airport bathroom, and pissing off a stewardess, we only briefly touched. But I have to admit, I’m enjoying the pace we have set. It’s like the chase at the beginning of a relationship; the excitement of watching the other person’s actions and reactions, knowing you like each other and you’re trying to play it cool. We’re both milking the chase.
As I ponder through these thoughts, both of us alone on this island together, Ethan quietly wraps his arm around my waist as we walk. I smile and curl mine around his lower back. I like feeling the warmth from his skin through his polyester shirt, and we stay intertwined until we reach the hotel again.
He opens the door to our room and as soon as I sit I’m ready to fall asleep. The liquor warming my body, traveling all day and walking around tonight is catching up with me. I slip off my shoes and watch Ethan walk into the bathroom. He leaves the door open and runs the sink as I turn to lay my head on a pillow. This bed is so fucking soft and smells of fresh linen...so comfortable. Too comfortable apparently. I turn and feel soft sheets against my skin and when I open my eyes the room is dark, everything quiet. I prop myself up on my elbows and realize I’m under the covers now...without my jeans on. I look to my left and Ethan is sleeping next to me, laying on his back, his head turned into a pillow.
Fuck. I fell asleep on him. I feel a twinge of guilt and disappointment. He’s still wearing his thin navy blue shirt, his left hand resting on his stomach as he breathes slowly. I lean a little closer and examine his unworried face as he sleeps. His perfectly arched eyebrows in an innocent expression, his thick lashes resting against his cheeks. He has short, soft stubble along his jaw. Just the way I like. I wonder what he would do if I woke him up to fuck him. I deftly crawl out of bed and quickly brush my teeth. I keep the lights off and when I re-enter the room, he hasn’t moved at all.
I pull my blouse over my head, unhook my strapless bra and remove my panties, now completely naked. I guess we’ll find out. I carefully climb up next to him and he doesn’t stir. Pulling the comforter lower, I see he’s wearing only boxers with his shirt. I start chewing on my lip when I realize he’s already hard. My cunt throbs, wondering what he’s dreaming about. I want to taste him so badly, and I really hope he doesn’t kick me if he wakes up surprised, because I’m not going to wait.
I free his length from the confinement of his boxers and wrap my hand around him. Good God he's huge. He still doesn’t move. I keep my eyes on his face as I lean forward and place him in my mouth. I hum and start sucking on his large head, running my tongue along the underside of his cap. He tastes better than I thought he would. Keeping a tight hold around the base, I move my mouth faster and faster. I know he must be feeling this in his dreams. He’s so vulnerable right now, and I like it. That’s short-lived, however, when I feel his leg move beneath me and his fingers glide through my thick hair getting a large hold on my head. Air hisses through his teeth as my eyes flicker up to him.
“Fuck Chanel,” he whispers, his brow pinched in surprise. I start to suck harder and he encourages my movements. Every push has him teasing the entrance to my throat and every pull creates a vacuum, my mouth not letting him escape. Ethan groans and adjusts himself again, me now kneeling between his thighs. He keeps my hair out of my face for me, holding my head to his lap as I work. With my free hands I stroke the rest of his length I can’t reach with my mouth and gently fondle his balls. Holding his sack in my delicate hand and slipping his cock further into my mouth, I stare up at him through my lashes. Watching him watching me, knowing I woke him up with his dick in my mouth, thinking about him removing my jeans while I slept, everything about this is turning me on. I hum hungrily around his flesh and he gasps.
Ethan pulls my head away from his center and sits up in one motion. As I wipe the wetness from my lips, surprised at the change, he doesn’t hesitate to pull me onto his lap. My thighs rest on his, his hard length between us and I start to tug on his shirt. We don’t even bother with his boxers as I rise onto my knees --my breasts against his bare chest-- and line him up to my entrance. Without any need for further preparation, I begin lowering my dripping tightness onto him. Ethan moans low against my shoulder, his arms wrapped around me. It takes a handful of pushing and pulling before he’s buried completely. I pause when my pelvis meets his at last, feeling him touching every centimeter inside of me. He feels so swollen and I feel so full.
“You feel so good,” I breath in his ear and he slides me up his length, eliciting a gasp from me.
“I love being inside you,” he whispers against my skin and kisses my neck. I moan at the huskiness of his voice and hold tightly to his shoulders. We rock back and forth with me in his lap, over and over, our hands exploring each other. I drag my bottom lip along his neck and he squeezes my hips as I ride him. Thinking about where we are and what we’re doing..it’s all pushing me further. Our continuous rhythm adding to the sweet tingle spreading through my body. When the feeling starts congregating in the deepest spot inside me, Ethan stops.
I whimper as he slides me off of him and lays me on the bed. “Stay here,” he says and moves away from me.
“Ethan,” I groan, already missing him inside me.
“Close your eyes,” he orders, standing next to the bed. I sigh and do what he says, figuring I’ll get what I want faster by not arguing. He grabs my legs and pulls me toward him, my ass at the edge of the mattress. Ethan opens my thighs and grabs my right hand. “Touch yourself for me,” he says and leaves my hand hovering above my heat. I’m so fucking horny and I just want him to fuck me, but the way he controls me, knowing he wants to watch me brings my hand to life. I rub my clit and twitch from the shock it sends through me. My left hand grabs my breast and I arch my back as I circle the hood of my clit, around and around. I keep my eyes closed as he originally asked and I almost like it. Feeling his eyes on me as I play with myself, open to him.
“Fuck,” I gasp, humping my hand, wondering when he’s going to touch me. I tease my folds thoroughly with my manicured nails. My ministrations are enough to keep me tingling, but I can’t get over the edge. “Please fuck me Ethan,” I beg, pointing my toes, spreading my thighs farther.
“You need help?” He asks me and it sounds like he’s close by.
“Yes.” I nod my head and pinch my nipple. “I need you,” I sigh, my words ringing true for this particular moment.
“Are you sure?” As Ethan asks his question, I feel the tip of his swollen flesh nudging at my slick hole. I groan and roll my hips, searching to feel more of him.
“Please,” I whimper and wiggle, then feel his rock hard dick making it’s way into me. My back bows as he fills me, and when he’s to the hilt, he pushes on my thighs tilting my hips a certain way. This angle is threatening to put his cock in my stomach, but all I can do is cry out in pleasure. He stands at the end of the bed pumping into me, stuffing me with all he has to give. When he pulls back, my cunt is like a vacuum wrapped around him so tightly. When he pushes in my heat grips the curves of his cock, forming to him, making sure every inch is being touched as he creates friction with my insides.
“You are so tight,” Ethan breathes and places a large warm hand on my abdomen and pushes. If that was me being tight, it’s nothing compared to what I’m feeling now. I moan and try to regain control of my hips as Ethan puts pressure on the part of my body already trying to accompany his huge cock. My insides tighten around him and I can feel my lips throbbing, needing my body to get off.
Ethan pushes on my thighs a few more degrees and my legs automatically come together. My knees are pressed together and to my chest as Ethan holds my ass in place so he can fuck me. My toes find his shoulders and rest on his flesh as he works himself in and out of me. I use the support under the balls of my feet to my advantage, pushing against him as he drives me into the mattress. I claw the blanket under me and moan his name, feeling my orgasm come into focus.
“More, please more,” I gasp and he groans, throbbing inside me. I open my legs getting a perfect view of him above me and between my thighs. My arms are bent at my waist as I hold onto the blanket, trying to keep myself in place for him. Ethan’s eyes are bright as he watches me and I roll my hips against him in return. And that did it. I turn my head and squeeze my eyes shut, trying not to scream as my orgasm laps at my insides, then washes over me completely. My universe is focused on Ethan meeting the apex of my thighs, and I thrash under the feeling.
“I-I’m cumming,” I cry out, meeting his thrusts as I pulse around his meat. Every wave that hits me rolls through my nerves, kissing every single one. I live for every throb of my orgasm, and when I suddenly feel him shooting his warm cum into my tight depths, it gets so much better. He empties his seed into the one part of me his cock can’t reach and I shiver at the thought. I writhe beneath him, even when he leans forward and rests his head between my tits. I run my hands through his hair and my own, trying to catch my breath.
“I’m so glad you woke me up,” Ethan whispers, panting in the dark room. I smile and close my eyes, willing my body temperature to drop.
“Sorry I fell asleep on you,” I reply.
“Don’t be,” he says and plants a kiss on my top right breast. We clean ourselves up and crawl back between the sheets, both of us still naked. I lay my head on his chest and soon the sound of the water in the distance and his even breathing put me to sleep.
