Miami Spice by Deborah Merrell

want you to come just yet,” he
commanded, his voice tinged with a haughty tone of supremacy.
    Grabbing her legs, he pulled her up and
across the bedspread, giving her only a moment’s respite as he tore
off his own clothing. Naked now, he joined her on the bed and knelt
between her splayed limbs. Erica drank in his masculine beauty,
from the unusual tattoo he sported over his right breast, to the
corded arm muscles, and on to the swirls of hair that sprang from
his abdomen and down to his pubic curls. A star-shaped beauty mark
rested just above his left hip bone, while in its dark nest, his
penis rose, richly golden and immense. When he handed her a condom,
she grasped his cock with greedy fingers. Shivering, Nico took in a
gasp of breath as she stroked him to bolder proportions and then
slowly worked the condom down his shaft.
    With a growl, he gripped her legs and brought
them up and over his shoulders. Guiding his cock head to her
opening, he jammed his huge rod inside. As he pumped with brutal
force, Erica reached beneath and stroked the satin flesh of his
balls. His moans became grunts of pure pleasure until her tight
hold thrust him to the breaking point. Pausing, he parted her legs
then positioned her so that her head hung over the side of the bed.
When he entered her again, Nico stretched and began a slower,
smoother rhythm. The blood rushed to her head and made her senses
all the more acute. She dug her nails into his shoulders.
    “ Eriqueta, Eriqueta .” He trilled her
name with a sensual roll of the r’s, his litany beautiful and
exciting as he readied to come with her.
    Lifting her head now, Erica skimmed her hands along
his back and held on as he continued to increase their momentum
with short, quick thrusts. When she felt his muscles tense, she
knew he was ready to join her. Letting go, she mingled her steamy
flow with his own hot cum. He shuddered in tandem with her, their
flesh tingling and glowing with shared bliss. Unleashing one last
roar of pleasure, he slid across her slick body, and Erica allowed
her head to drift back over the edge of the bed. Seconds passed
while they recovered.
    Then, pulling away, Nico helped her find a more
comfortable position as he eased beside her. In turn, she found his
hand and twined her fingers through his.
    He began to kiss her exposed throat.
“ Eriqueta, Eriqueta, princessa de la mar .”
    Princess of the Sea. She hated to
think this moment would end, that the waves lapping around them
would soon cease, that the sun and the blue skies would soon grow
cold. Worse, she would have to come back down to earth.
    “What are you thinking?” he whispered as he
nuzzled her cheek.
    “Why did you decide on that tattoo?” For
emphasis, she traced the design with her index finger. A gold-inked
crown with red and blue “gems” along the tiered top balanced on a
black King of Clubs playing card beneath.
    “Oh that,” he chuckled as he grasped her
hand. “Would you believe I did this on a dare? In high school, I
got in with a somewhat rough crowd who called themselves ‘The
Kings’ Club.’ Not a gang, mind you, more like a group of stupid,
punk kids. These guys ran around painting graffiti on historic
buildings, skipping school and drinking behind some old storage
sheds. We used one as our headquarters. I thought I needed the
club’s signature as my badge of manly honor, though the tat hurt
like hell.”
    She laughed. “What about your brother?”
    “Oh, he did it, too. We became the club’s
twin members, two tough brothers, but it didn’t last long. When
some of the guys were caught shoplifting and referred to juvenile
hall, my dad set us down and read us the riot act. Gianni and I
quit then and there.”
    “Such a checkered past!”
    “Hey, artists rely on their past experiences
for inspiration, just like writers.”
    Silence ensued for a moment, until she sighed
and nestled close to his side. “I wish we could stay right here,
like this, forever.”
    “I’d