I swung my legs over the edge of the motel bed, my heart pounding with anticipation. The door creaked open, and there he was, Fernando, his eyes dark with hunger as they raked over my body. I had just returned from Cancun, and I could see the eagerness in his gaze, the way his tongue darted out to wet his lips.
"Fuck, Elena," he growled, stepping inside and kicking the door shut behind him. "You look even more delicious than I remembered."
I stood up, my body swaying slightly as I approached him. His hands reached out, gripping my waist, pulling me close. I could feel the heat radiating off his body, the hardness pressing against my stomach. I wrapped my legs around his waist, and he carried me upstairs to the motel room, our lips locked in a passionate kiss.
He laid me down on the bed, his hands peeling off my tight jeans and cotton blouse. His eyes widened as he noticed the absence of tan lines. "You've been a naughty girl, haven't you?" he murmured, his fingers tracing the edges of my bikini top.
I bit my lip, nodding. "Most of my tanning was done with my bikini untied," I confessed, standing up and letting the bikini straps fall down my shoulders. I could see the effect my words had on him, the way his breath hitched, his eyes darkening with desire.
I told him about my adventures in Cancun, how I had drawn attention at the hotel pool, how a tall, dark, and well-built waiter had found me resting by the pool one night. "I was wearing my bikini and pareo from the nightclub," I said, my voice low and husky. "I opened my legs and asked him if he had anything for this."
Fernando's eyes blazed with possessiveness, but I could see the excitement in them too. He loved hearing about my escapades, loved knowing that I was desired by others, even if he was the one who ultimately owned me.
He pulled me closer, his hands roaming over my body, exploring every inch of me. I moaned as his fingers found my wetness, his thumb circling my clit. "You're so fucking wet," he growled, his voice rough with desire.
I gasped as he entered me, his cock filling me completely. I loved the way he felt inside me, the way he stretched me, the way he made me feel so full. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, urging him to fuck me harder.
He obliged, his hips slamming against mine, his cock pistoning in and out of me. I could feel my orgasm building, the pressure coiling tighter and tighter in my belly. "Fuck, Fernando," I cried out, my nails digging into his back. "I'm going to come."
He groaned, his hips moving faster, his cock hitting that spot inside me that made me see stars. "Come for me," he commanded, his voice rough with need. "Come all over my cock."
I obeyed, my body convulsing as my orgasm ripped through me. I could feel my pussy clenching around his cock, milking him, urging him to come with me. He groaned, his hips jerking as he spilled his seed inside me, filling me up, marking me as his.
We lay there for a moment, our bodies entwined, our breath mingling. I could feel his cock softening inside me, but I didn't want him to pull out. I loved the way he felt, the way he made me feel complete.
He rolled off me, pulling me into his arms. I rested my head on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. I could feel his fingers tracing patterns on my back, soothing me, calming me.
"I missed you," he murmured, his voice soft and tender.
I smiled, my heart swelling with love for him. "I missed you too," I whispered, my fingers tracing the lines of his chest. "But I have to tell you something."
He looked down at me, his eyes searching mine. "What is it?" he asked, his voice laced with concern.
I took a deep breath, steeling myself for his reaction. "I fucked the waiter," I confessed, my voice barely above a whisper. "I fucked him for hours by the pool."
Fernando's eyes widened, his body tensing beneath me. I could see the anger in his eyes, the possessiveness, the jealousy. But I also saw the excitement, the desire, the need to claim me, to mark me as his.
He rolled me onto my back, his body covering mine. I could feel his cock hardening against my thigh, his breath hot on my neck. "You're mine, Elena," he growled, his voice rough with possession. "No one else's."
I nodded, my body arching against his. "I'm yours," I whispered, my voice breathless with desire. "Only yours."
He claimed my mouth in a fierce kiss, his tongue plundering, his teeth nipping. I could feel his cock probing at my entrance, seeking entry. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer, urging him to take me, to claim me, to make me his.
He entered me in one swift thrust, his cock filling me completely. I gasped, my body stretching to accommodate him. He felt so good inside me, so right. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer, urging him to fuck me harder, to claim me completely.