Page 34 of Hula Girl

He alternates between lavishing his mouth and tongue and teeth on one nipple and then the other, stirring a tightening in my core. I loosely wrap my arms around his neck and relax under his touch, taking his lead of just being in the moment and letting my arousal build without forcing the next move.

Finally, when I’m just about at the point where I can’t take it any longer, he pulls away. “Come here,” he says, his voice raspy with desire. He pats the bed next to him and then quickly unbuttons his shirt just enough to pull it off over his head.

Now I’m the one enjoying the view, looking at his bare, chiseled chest. His pecs and abs are fitness model level of defined. I want to trace every sexy ridge with my tongue, but he has other ideas. He gently pushes me onto my back, kissing me deeply before pulling away so he can again look at my body. His gaze wanders slowly from my eyes downward, lingering on my breasts, hips, and legs. Then, he trails his hands over the same path, moving reverentially. He’s so deliberate in his touches, taking in every part of me, just like he said he wanted to do.

I realize what this feels like: worship. He’s worshipping my body. Worshippingme..

“Ford,” I whisper, reaching for him.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he says.

I smile. “So, do something about it.” I want to unleash that animalistic passion we’ve had for each other up until now. Up until he decided that this time would be different. That this time would be about making love. It somehow still feels too intimate to have sex this way. We shouldn’t be connecting like this. We’re nothing more than a vacation hookup … aren’t we?

He rubs his cock over his shorts. “Believe me, I will. I’m so hard for you right now.”

But instead of ripping off my thong, he gently slides it off my hips and down my legs so that I’m completely exposed. He runs his hand up my inner thigh and lets his fingers dip into my folds, making me whimper as he finds me slick with desire. I arch against his hand, aching for more. My clit is swollen and so sensitive to his touch. When he reaches up with his other hand to pinch my nipple, I catch my breath. It wouldn’t take much more for me to come.

He can sense as much because he murmurs, “Jesus.”

“I need you,” I tell him, pulling at his shorts, “inside me.”

He nods and slides off the bed. In one swift movement, he manages to push down both his shorts and his boxer briefs, exposing his very hard cock. It looks too big for me to have ever taken in my mouth the way I did earlier. I want to reach out and stroke the glistening head of him, but he moves out of my grasp as he grabs a condom. When he climbs back onto the bed, he’s lost his patient deliberation because he moves immediately between my legs, sliding deep into me. We both moan at the sensation as he fills me completely.

I raise my knees as he grinds his hips slowly against me. His mouth finds mine and he sucks on my tongue. I grab his tight ass, feeling the muscles contract and relax as he finds his rhythm with pushing into me. It’s the kind of connection that is so electrifying that I’m almost instantly on the verge of coming, but yet, I want it to go on and on. I want to feel the weight of his body on mine and the hardness of him as he masterfully works his way in and out of me.

When I press my toes against the mattress, I get just the right leverage in pushing back against him, just the right pressure on my clit. My breathing quickens as my orgasm builds. I pull away from his kiss and bite his earlobe.

“Yes,” I whisper, “just like that. Don’t stop.”

He keeps going and I can hear in his breath that he’s getting closer too. But all in a rush, I come first, squeezing my legs around his waist as he continues to pump deep in me. I cry out in pleasure, unable to stop smiling as he then does the same. Not quite simultaneous orgasms, but so close.

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When I wake,the first thing I register is Ford’s arm heavy against my waist. His warm body is pressed to mine from behind, his breathing steady and deep as he sleeps.

We’d lingered in bed after making love, content to hold each other for a long while before rousing ourselves for a quick shower and then a late-night dinner of room service while wearing the hotel robes. Afterward, we’d cuddled on the sofa, trading control over Spotify as we shared with each othe the music we each love. He’s definitely got that laid-back surfer thing going with his bands, too, as he’s partial to Mumford & Sons, Bon Iver, Florence + the Machine, The Lumineers, Lord Huron, and X Ambassadors. I like all those bands, too, but to broaden his horizons, I introduced him to my favorite band from Mexico, Zoé. After that, I selected songs by La Ley, a Chilean band, then Spanish artist Ana Torroja, and finally Juanes, a Columbian group. At some point, I fell asleep, curled up against his chest. He later got us both to bed.

But I didn’t end up sleeping well, my mind preoccupied with the way we had made love. Like real, tender love. It was both satisfying and unsettling. Unsettling because I’m not supposed to feel this connected to him. He’s supposed to be my vacation fling.

Finally, I got up just before five in the morning, pulled on a robe and went out onto the balcony. The sky was starting to turn a paler shade of blue and I could hear birds making their morning sounds. I was staring at the ocean in the near distance when Ford came up behind me, wrapping his arms around my torso as he leaned down and kissed the side of my neck.

Neither of us said anything as he then untied my robe and slipped it off my body. A quick glance assured me no one else was out on their balcony this early in the morning. As a still cool morning breeze rushed over my exposed body, I shivered. But I didn’t make any move to cover up or stop him from squeezing my breasts and pushing his hardness against me. Instead, I pushed my ass right back into him and then braced my hands on the iron railing while he tore open a condom packet. He took me like that, standing out in the open, each of us stifling our moans, even when he finally made good on the promise he’d made in his truck and fucked me so hard that my legs shook.

Afterward, he pulled me back to bed and I fell asleep quickly.

I’ve made up for the time I lay awake during the night apparently because it’s now ten thirty. I can’t remember the last time I slept this late. I’ve spent so many years sacrificing sleep in favor of studying and working that I’ve trained myself to survive on five hours a night. Now, I take a deep breath and release it, feeling refreshed.

Ford stirs and pulls me closer to him.

“Good morning, honey,” he murmurs into my hair.

Turning to face him, I tuck my head under his chin and take comfort in the way we naturally fit together.

“You okay?” he asks, stroking back my hair.

I’m not. I’m feeling oddly emotional with the thought that I’ll be leaving tomorrow. I don’t want this to end.

But I can’t say that.

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