Free Raw (Erotic Romance) by Scarlet Chill Page A

his hand on the armrest, he rose to his feet, hoping no one would notice the bulge in his pants.  Stiffly, he made his way off the plane with the throngs of other passengers.  In a daze, he moved through Customs and hailed a cab to take him to the rural campsite where the volunteer physicians would be stationed.
    “How am I going to focus on my work?” He grumbled under his breath, waving a large hand in the air to flag down a taxi.
    A cab driver pulled up and relieved him of his duffel bag as he nodded curtly.  Sliding into the backseat, Declan stared out the window as the old cab rattled onto the road.  Against his will, naked images of Trisha invaded his mind.  He tried to push away the steamy memory of their honeymoon in Aruba, but the visions attacked him almost tangibly.  As he bit down masochistically on his thick lower lip, the last night of that tropical honeymoon replayed in digital quality detail in his mind…
    Moonlight bathed the alabaster sand beach as a trade wind rippled across the island.  Steel drums reverberated in the distance, and waves cascaded over the shoreline.  Hand in hand, Trisha and Declan ran across the beach as she clutched a blanket under her arm.  Finding a secluded spot, she stopped, giggling nervously as she lay the blanket on the sand.
    “I can’t believe we’re doing this,” she whispered giddily.
    “What?  Having sex on the beach?  Or in public?” He asked humorously.
    “Both!” She replied as the playful expression in his eyes darkened with desire.
    “I just want to rip that bikini off you,” he growled, reaching out a hand to caress her bare belly.
    “Then what are you waiting for?” She baited seductively, playing with the strings that tied the coconut shell top around her ample breasts.
    Swallowing hard, he urged, “Strip for me.  Let me watch you.”
    Brown eyes shining in the moonlight, Trisha slowly untied the strings on her bikini and let them fall over her golden shoulders.  The hard coconut shells remained affixed to her cleavage as Declan heaved in a shaky breath, tantalized by the sight of his new wife unveiling herself on a Caribbean island.  She turned around and shook her breasts out of the coconut shells, tossing the bikini top onto the sand and undulating her hips.  Her breasts swayed with the island breeze, but he couldn’t see them as he stood grinding his teeth, waiting desperately for her to show him more.
    Trisha cupped her breasts in her hands and whirled around to face him again.  She stroked the hard peaks and then pinched them between her fingers as he parted his lips instinctively, close to salivating.  The chilly night air made her nipples rock hard and formed goose bumps on her saucer sized areolae.  She shimmied out of the bikini bottom and peeled it off her ankles, bending down provocatively as Declan watched every movement through starving eyes.
    Once she was completely nude, she returned her attention to her breasts, knowing how crazy it drove him to see her touching them herself.                 She pinched the nipples a little harder this time, making them distend with a combination of pleasure and pain.  Declan stuck his tongue in the air and sank to his knees on the silky sand.  Trisha draped her breasts over his mouth as his tongue clung to one nipple and he licked furiously.  She moaned at the hot contact of his tongue and offered him more of her breasts as he opened his mouth wide to receive them.
    Pressing one hand against her bounty, he reached up his other hand to grab a breast and insert it in his mouth.  Sucking gently, he rubbed two fingers against her clit, wanting to stimulate her everywhere.  The nipple became lost in his demanding mouth as his fingers disappeared inside her wetness and slid through her channel.  Trisha moaned louder, hearing the drumbeats marching in time to her own palpitating heart and the primitive desire coursing through her.
    Declan pushed his fingers in and out of