“I want to stay at a hotel.”
“What baby?” Ricky yelled from his chair.
“I want to go away and stay out. Somewhere, anywhere. Alone,” I emphasized.
Ricky asked, a little too eagerly, “Where to?”
“Miami Beach? Only for a couple of days. I need to get out of my building for a while.”
That was why I loved Ricky, he knew when to try to get me to talk and he knew when I needed to just be heard. “Let’s look.” He opened a new page on the computer. Business was a little slow. I told Ricky everything that happened with Fernando and how I had a little poor me party with a bottle of wine. It was raining outside and nobody wanted to get their cars washed on a rainy day, not even by hot, ripped men. Thank God in Florida, sunshine was the norm.
“Okay, let’s see.” He started searching right away.
“You don’t mind?” I asked.
“Mind what?”
“Me leaving.” I felt such tension all the time.
“Vanessa, I got this. Remember last year when I broke up with what’s-his-face? I didn’t come for three weeks and you didn’t complain. Not once. I think it’s good for you to stay somewhere new, go to a spa, be pampered, eat, and enjoy some ‘me’ time. You have never done this. I would go with you but I don’t think anybody could run this fully. We need to train someone so we can have getaways in the future,” he said, already looking at his screen.
“Who do you think would be up for it?” I sat back on my chair.
“How about Victor?”
“Vic. He is the first one that comes to mind, huh?”
“He is so hot. We made out in the storage room the other day,” he said, bit his lip, and continued. “His tats are out of this world and that ass, good heavens.”
“Slut! Sexual harassment.” I threw papers at him.
“You know me so well.” He had a flirty smile and ignored my warning. “Okay. How about here?”
He showed me a resort hotel, right by the beach. It seemed majestic, luxurious, and right in the middle of the Miami Beach action and lights. The rooms were white with accents of dark brown and baby blue. It had a patio area full of beautiful tropical plants, cozy chairs, and colorful umbrellas. It had a full spa service, pool, gym, piano bar, and restaurant. I loved it. Then, I looked at the price.
“Ricky, no.” I pointed at the price per night.
“But it’s perfect for you.” He clapped his hands in excitement.
“Hello? Too expensive.” I straightened up on my chair.
“Vanessa, you have never taken a vacation. You have worked your ass off for what we have. The car wash is making us money. We wouldn’t have any of this without you. Honey, life is more than saving up and watching every penny. You should indulge. Why work if you are not enjoying life? You’re doing this and I’m paying for it. Period.” Without asking for my input, he booked me a room for the weekend. “I know you want to be alone, but please promise me you will go out of the room.” He smiled, thinking he was so funny.
“I promise.” I went to him and gave him a warm hug.
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I arrived at Poseidon Resort and Spa with my small pink suitcase, sunglasses, and lots of attitude. The hotel was beautiful, full of Greek statues, delicate furniture, and fountains. I got my room key and decided to start my vacation with a five-hour spa treatment. I had everything done: mani, pedi, wax, wrap, mud, oil, hair, and to top it all off, an hour massage which left me relaxed and at peace. While all these wonderful female procedures were taking place, I enjoyed champagne and finger food. I felt like a millionaire. I called Ricky and sent him pictures of me covered in mud and my new nails.
“You look hot. Bitch!” Ricky called me after texting back and forth.
“Thanks. Tonight I made dinner reservations at eight at the hotel restaurant and later will go to the piano bar.” I flipped through a magazine while my body was wrapped in a cotton-candy-pink new robe.
“That’s the spirit. Hey, I am sure men will be fighting over you tonight. Be safe, okay?”
“Don’t worry. I will not go wandering by myself in dark alleys or anything.”
“Okay girly. Have fun.”
“Love you, bitch. Thank you for making me do this.”
“You got it. Your night is only beginning, who knows what can happen,” he said, sending me a noisy kiss.
I giggled like a little girl and hung up to get dressed. I put on delicate lace underwear and a strapless bra. My dress was a coral-colored short dress which hugged my curves, made my skin glow, and felt comfortable. My skin felt good against the soft fabric. I felt so light, all the pressure gone…the spa did wonders. My hair cascaded down my back and my makeup was flawless. I put on my heels with an open back and delicate crossed straps, complete with a silver little buckle that made my French pedicure stand out and look sexy. After adding simple drop pearl earrings and a matching pearl bracelet, I headed to the restaurant. I planned to charge everything to the room so I would not have to take my purse. I sighed all the way to the restaurant, feeling great and invigorated. As I went in, I examined every detail closely. The restaurant was full of beautiful paintings of Greek gods, statues, and iron sculptures.
“How many this evening?” A handsome, blue-eyed maître d’ met my gaze and gave me a warm smile.
“Just me, I made a reservation, Vanessa Clarke.”
“Well, with all due respect, I highly doubt you will be alone tonight looking so beautiful.” He flirted with me and it made me feel good.
I immediately blushed.
“I apologize, madam.” He smiled at my embarrassment.
“Thank you for the compliment.” I needed to learn how to take compliments better.
His smile was back. “You are welcome, please follow me.”
He led me to my table. The restaurant was magnificent and fancy. The lights were dimmed and the table had all the forks and knives imaginable, with simple white tablecloths and gold-trimmed wine glasses.
“Would you like some wine tonight?” He held out a cloth napkin and a wine list. Do people do this in real life? I felt like if I was trapped in a James Bond movie.
“Yes please, white.”
“Excellent, your waiter will be right with you.” He gave me a little nod.
“Thank you.” I looked straight at him, feeling my confidence back.
“It is our pleasure.” He had a sexy smile and flirty eyes.
My waiter came and I started with a cheese course followed by a refreshing gazpacho. I was waiting for my main course when suddenly I heard a familiar voice. “Would you mind if I joined you?”
Oh my God, Fernando. It was like my mind brought him to me. I had thought about this man all day. At the spa, when I took a shower, when I exercised, during the cheese course and gazpacho, and now he was here. Fernando was strikingly handsome in a three-piece dark gray suit, crisp white shirt, and pale pink tie. He smiled at me, and then I realized I was staring at him without saying a word.
“May I?” He pointed to the chair across from me and still no sound came out of me. I finally came back to Earth. “Of course.” I was almost out of breath. He was so fucking hot. His cologne was strong, but I could still perceive his sweet scent combination of coconut and ocean.
“You look beautiful tonight. Vanessa? Are you okay?” I was still staring like an idiot. I felt like I was drunk just by looking at him.
“I’m sorry, how did you know I was here?” I straightened a little in my seat.
“Well, if you must know, Ricky called me,” he said with a flirtatious smile.
“Oh he did, did he?” That little fucker.
“I am glad he did. I got to see you in that dress. I know you wanted to get away, so if you would rather be alone tonight, I completely understand.” He waited for my reply, ready to get up and go.
“No, please stay. I’m glad you are here. Actually, you have been in my mind all day, and yesterday, and the day before that.” I had no filter with this man.
“Then we have something in common, because I cannot get you out of my mind either.”
Our eyes locked, and I smiled a little before my hands began trembling. The waiter came back. “Would you like a menu, sir?” Fernando looked straight at me. “I’ll have whatever she ordered.”
“Certainly.”
Soon after, he had a glass of white wine and our filet mignon with roasted potatoes and veggies had arrived. Fernando ordered the bottle and we ate in peace and enjoyed each other’s company, like we always did.
“So, what did you do today?” he asked and poured another glass.
“Well, I just got here today, as you already know, and I spent the whole day at the spa. I’ve never done that.” I grabbed another bite of my succulent beef.
He seemed like he had a million questions. “How did you like it?”
“It was heaven. I did everything, hair, nails, massage, you name it.”
The little line between his brows appeared. “Was the masseuse a guy?”
“Oh yes, and he was hot. He touched me all over and made me feel like a woman again.” I smiled, but his frown grew harder.
“Were you…um…naked?” His voice got louder, obviously irritated. This was fun.
“Well, of course. I felt a little shy at first but said to myself, you know, what the hell?” I picked my glass and took a big gulp of wine to disguise my smile.
He looked at me closely for a bit. “You are messing with me, right?”
“Of course, silly. It was a girl and she was completely professional, and I had my panties on.” I hushed that last part.
He laughed and ran his hand through his hair.
“What am I going to do with you?”
I giggled and finished my glass of wine.
“So, after dinner, what would you like to do?” I noticed he swallowed hard after realizing how his question sounded out loud.
“They have a piano bar here, we can check it out,” I suggested and hoped that put him at ease.
“Sounds good.” Our dessert arrived. We had ordered French cotillion. Layers of rich chocolate mousse tucked in between chocolate sponge cake and covered with laces of white chocolate ganache. Yum.
“This is a work of art.”
“Everything is better with chocolate, right?”
“Absolutely, but you have to move right here next to me to eat this. We have to enjoy it together.” I pulled out the seat next to me.
“You do not have to twist my arm, when it comes to chocolate.” He sat in the chair right next to me. “Ladies first,” he said, holding out a spoon.
I filled it with a piece of chocolate heaven and all my taste buds went on overdrive. It was amazing. I closed my eyes and a little moan escaped me.
“Fernando, you have to try it.” I loaded the spoon again with the orgasmic chocolate dessert.
“Mmmm.” He closed his eyes, making me want to do naughty things to him just to be able to hear him moan again.
“I know, right?” I agreed.
“This thing should be illegal,” he said, giving me back my spoon with more cake. I started unconsciously moaning again and he stared at me.
“You’re not eating.”
“Your little moans are much better than any cake.” I felt my cheeks burning.
“You always know exactly how to make me blush. You enjoy it, don’t you?”
“Very much, yes.” His eyes were full of desire.
“Two can play this game you know,” I said, and placed my hand on his thigh.
“You want to play?” He had a curious, naughty-boy smile.
“Do you?” I licked my spoon seductively and moaned slowly. “Excuse me, I need to go to the ladies’ room.” I stood up and walked slowly, swaying my hips from side to side. I glanced back and he was staring at me with a penetrating look on his face. He exhaled and ran his fingers through his hair. This was fun.
I went to the restroom to check my teeth and makeup. Chocolate and wine still flavored my mouth, but I was in the mood for coconut. I was going to torture this man and enjoy every minute. I was not sure what oils I was massaged with, but I felt daring and confident.
When I came back, he had taken care of the check and was waiting for me. As soon as I approached the table, he stood up and placed his hand on my lower back to lead the way.
“I asked and the piano bar is this way. Apparently tonight is jazz night.” He seemed a little too excited.
“Perfect. I love jazz.”
As we walked through the lobby, Fernando caressed my hand and held it, casually interlocking our fingers. I followed his lead and caressed his palm with my thumb. The piano bar was open seating, so we sat on a love seat in the back. We had a little table in front and dimmed candlelight. The bar was not full or empty, giving us privacy without being completely alone. I looked on stage and there was a pianist, a drummer, and a saxophone player. The music was divine and full of soul.
We sat right next to each other. Fernando swiftly put his arm around my shoulders and I raised my hand, interlocking our fingers softly. With his other hand, he called the waitress and ordered another bottle of wine.
“Do you want to take advantage of me, Mr. Escudero?” I whispered in his ear.
“Absolutely, how well can you hold your liquor?”
“I’m tremendously easy to get drunk.”
“Perfect.” His little dimple came out to play while he teased me.
I casually placed my other hand on his thigh again. I could sense his nerves. Our wine came with another cheese, figs, and fruit platter. After another glass, I stood up with my hand extended. “Let’s dance.”
The music was soft and sexy. There were three other couples dancing and in their own world, just like us. He led me to the dance floor and never let go of my hand, which he placed on his chest. Then his other hand found its way to my lower back. He pressed tightly against me, making me shiver. We looked at each other and I gently rested my head on his chest. Squeezing lightly against him, I could not control the low moan that came from the back of my throat. We moved slowly to the music. I followed his lead and raised my hand to his neck, caressing his hair slowly between my fingers. My other hand was still tangled with his on his chest. Our bodies moved in unison and his manliness was pressed hard against me, making me a victim of my own naughtiness. The electricity between us was almost too much for me to handle. The wine was getting to me, making me warm and wanting. He left my hand resting on his chest, and with the back of his hand touched my face lightly and then lowered his hand to my neck and hair. I was in a trance. I did not know where I was. I needed to step up my game and let him know I was in charge too. I raised my head slowly and nibbled his neck. His face came down and I could see a big smile on his handsome face.
“Mi amor,” he whispered in my ear.
I had butterflies in my stomach and my groin was pulsating with desire. I felt my warm, wet folds tingle and my nipples hardened. I looked at his face and his heart was completely exposed. I lowered my gaze and he lightly touched my chin and pulled it up. He glanced at my lips and then back at my eyes. The music stopped and so did our dance. The trio took a five-minute recess and we returned to our love seat. The waitress came, and, ignoring me, asked Fernando if he desired anything else. The way she volunteered herself got my possessive side out, so I interrupted. “Well actually yes. Would you mind sending our wine and cheese platter to room 1007? We will finish it later.”
“Yes ma’am,” she said as she looked directly ahead. Twenty-year-old bitch. This man was mine.
He turned to me with an amused expression. “You’re the jealous type, huh?”
“No.” I said defensively.
“Are you sure?” His eyes narrowed. Why did he have to be so damn hot?
“You know what? Yes, I don’t like it when women flirt with you, okay? Happy?”
He had a big smile again. “Would you like to go to the terrace while our wine is sent to our room?”
Our room? Yes!
“Absolutely,” I whispered, unable to believe he called it our room.
Next to the piano bar there was a small terrace overlooking the private beach for hotel guests.
“Wow, this is gorgeous.” I looked out into the ocean.
“You’re gorgeous, come here.” He pulled me to him, turned me, and wrapped his arms around my waist. My back rested on his chest and I leaned my head back to him. He leaned down and planted little kisses on my shoulder, sending electric currents through my body. The ocean roared and I could smell the salt in the air. He planted more kisses on my shoulder and moved up to my neck. I leaned my head to the side to give him more access and raised my hand to the back of his head, tangling my fingers in his hair. I closed my eyes and his lips invaded my senses. They were warm and inviting.
“What are you doing to me?” My eyes were closed, enjoying the feeling of being desired by a man. By him.
“I’m preparing you for what’s coming.” Did I hear him correctly? He whispered in his raspy voice and Spanish accent. This man was like no other. I felt his hand on my cheek slowly making me turn for him. He pulled me close and our bodies blended in a sublime kiss. I left my eyes closed, not believing such a simple kiss could have such a big effect on me. He leaned down again and kissed me softly. I felt his hands in my hair, guiding me toward his mouth. I hugged his chest and caressed his back softly. We kissed endlessly, making out like teenagers but knowing exactly what to do. His possessive nature came out as well and his body completely tangled with mine. His mouth was insatiable. He continued our kiss and I parted my lips wide and unselfishly. He devoured me and his moans started to burst out.
“I can’t get enough of you, Vanessa. I need to have you.”
Wow! I decided to say nothing and go to the closest elevator. I took his hand and headed back to the lobby. The elevator opened and we were finally on our way. As soon as the elevator closed, Fernando cornered me and continued to tease me against the elevator wall. My legs parted and he pressed himself against my folds, making me moan loudly this time. He grabbed my leg and placed it around his waist, and I could feel him rubbing himself against my core. This man felt solid against me. He did not stop kissing me savagely and with urgency. He picked me up and I wrapped both of my legs around him. His hands were touching my thighs and I felt how he squeezed me and scratched my skin with animalistic desperation.
The elevator bell made us come back to our senses and he immediately but gently placed me down to the floor. As the doors opened, he gestured to go ahead and I complied. The hallway seemed much longer now. Key in hand, I trembled with anticipation. I opened the door and he stopped me from going in. I was surprised by his reaction, especially since we had the hottest make-out session of my life in the elevator. Why was he hesitating?
“Vanessa, are you sure you want me here? I don’t want you to disappear on me again.”
I smiled at him and kissed him gently. I took his hand in mine and pulled him in my room. I wanted this. I wanted him.
“Come with me,” I said, and took him to my bed. He sat down with curiosity in his eyes. I stood right in front of him and decided to take off my jewelry first and then my heels. Next, I took off my dress, revealing my lacy white bra and panties. He literally gasped when he saw me. His stare was full of desire and his pants were growing by the second. I took off his jacket and tie. His hands slowly traveled over me. He tangled his fingertips in my underwear and pulled it a little to the side.
“Found it, it’s more beautiful than what I imagined.” He stared at my rose tattoo. Time stood still. He was memorizing every detail. Then his lips moved over it, kissing it gently. He opened his mouth a little and nibbled. I felt his tongue on my skin and I lost my mind. My folds were wet.
He watched me intently and pulled me to him, giving him direct access to my breasts since he was sitting down. He came closer and closer until he moved the lace and covered my nipples with his greedy mouth. My fingers played with his hair. I was moaning and so was he.
“You’re exquisite,” he said as he slowly ate me up. All of the sensations running in my brain were hard to describe, but the effect this man had over me was unprecedented. Only momentarily satisfied, he let go, so I took that chance to take off his clothes. I made him stand up. This man towered over me, but I was in charge. I felt like he would do anything I wanted, and that made my desire grow even more. I opened his buttons and unzipped his pants. He took off his shoes and socks and stepped out of his clothes. He still had his briefs on, and I had my underwear on. His manhood was about to tear out of his underwear and I felt satisfied I was the cause. I touched his shoulder gently, admiring his complicated ink. I kissed it lightly like he had kissed my rose. He then unclasped my bra and pulled down the lace. I pulled down his briefs, admiring his form. We stared at each other and then he swiftly picked me up and made me wrap my legs around him.
“Hi.”
“Hi,” I answered back with a smile.
I giggled and he laid me down on the bed. My legs were parted and he lay between them comfortably. His elbows were by my sides. He continued our endless kiss while moving deliciously between my thighs. He taunted me and my folds screamed and pleaded for an invasion. His body caressed my anxious nub and I felt like I was going to explode.
“Please, Fernando…”
“Tell me what you want, baby.” His voice was low and dripped sex.
“Please…make love to me.”
His kiss intensified and I felt deliriously aroused. His shaft finally found my core and slowly made its way into me. I felt my muscles tense at first, but he patiently continued to make me lost in desire. I was so wet and ready for his enormous member to open me up. He fit perfectly. He lay still for a bit and closed his eyes, enjoying my warmth.
“You feel so good.”
After what seemed like forever, my tropical god started to sway like the waves of the Caribbean. With each thrust, he would kiss, bite, or nibble my skin and lips. He was slow and thorough. I was in heaven and did not want to come down.
“Do you like this, baby?” His raspy voice murmured in my ear.
I moaned. I could not manage any other words.
“I love to hear you.” His voice was low and warm.
I moaned again. He moved a little faster and then a little harder. His body was driving me insane.
“Come for me, Vanessa, I want to hear you scream for me.”
All of his self-control went out the window. He moved aggressively, making my sensitive spots alive and throbbing. I felt all the sensations at once and I screamed my desire as I went over the edge into an abyss of delicious bliss. He did not stop moving but he slowed a little, making my aftershocks more intense. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the descent.
“Look at me.” He had a low but strong voice.
With difficulty, I opened my eyes to meet his. Still moving inside me, he watched my face, lips, and my I-just-got-fucked expression.
He smiled. “I am just getting started. I want to eat you up.”
What the fuck! Really? What else could this man do to me? Slowly he sucked my neck and chest and made his way down my body. He kissed, bit, and caressed every inch. I felt him everywhere and my desire was ignited again. He licked my rose and continued his diagonal journey toward my mound. He then proceeded to blow gently into my folds. It felt fresh and minty. I started my primal sounds again, unable to stop them. I opened my eyes and was front row. I looked down my body and saw his beautiful face buried in my core. His eyes were closed and his tongue came out to join the party. My freshly cooled folds met his warm tongue and the contact was explosive. He then fingered me while continuing his oral torture. He touched my insides and found my inner treasure spot. I gasped at the combination of it all. His mouth was greedy and powerful, and I felt my orgasm mount from inside my body and from my pulsating clit. It was unbelievable. I came shamelessly. I did not realize it. His lips were all over mine again. I tasted my saltiness on his lips and felt delirious.
“Turn around, I want more.” It was not a request but an order. I immediately complied and felt his strong hands massage my shoulders. His fingertips stroked my shoulder blades down my back. His thumbs proceeded to press my lower back. It felt amazing, I did not know what was coming, but I had no idea how this man could pleasure me any more than he already had. He grabbed my hips and pulled them up, gently exposing my behind to him. He was kneeling right behind me.
“Gorgeous,” he whispered.
I felt my anticipation growing again. Could it be possible? How can this man make me feel like this? I was on all fours and felt his warm chest on my back. My pussy was dripping and his gigantic member demanded to be inside me. I heard the little foil package open and knew what it meant. He slowly entered me. The sensation was mind-blowing. Our bodies started to dance again, and I savored every sensation. He pressed a little harder; his arms hugged my waist and pulled me up to his chest. We were both on our knees, deliciously connected. His hand hugged me and caressed my nipples. Then it went slowly down between my legs. His other hand touched my face and turned it to meet his lips. This man knew exactly what to do. We started our dance again. I felt him inside me, making my muscles grasp him harder. With every thrust he reached my treasure point once again. His sweaty chest warmed my back and his hips pressed against me making me explode, for the third time. We both did. I felt his spasms and his racing heart. His body trembled and hugged me possessively. After what seemed like forever, he let go of me and placed me gently on the bed. Exhaustion was nothing compared to what I felt. It was full satisfaction and complete calmness. He put the blankets on me and lay beside me on his side. I smelled his coconut scent and snuggled against his chest. He caressed my hair and kissed my forehead. I could not open my eyes. This man took all the energy out of me. Our bodies fit each other perfectly. His arms cocooned me, and I felt protected and loved. I ran my fingers down his back and he sighed.
“Vanessa?”
“Hmm?”
“I’m in love with you. I will never let anybody hurt you again.” He caressed my scars gently. I looked up at him and heard the sincerity of his statement.
“I love you too.” We kissed to seal the promise he made. I had never felt happier in my life. Fernando was my home.