Free Eternity by Hollie Williams Page A

release. Grabbing his wrist I take control moving it faster, I can’t concentrate on kissing anymore so I throw my head back into the sand, Carlos moves back to my breasts instead, taking my nipple now with his teeth, biting down just hard enough to intensify the pleasure, I let go of his wrist, letting him continue what I started, as my fingers and toes scrunch up, I let my orgasm take hold, my mouth open in a silent scream. As the sensation dies down I’m left shaking, my cheeks flushed and a huge smile on my face. He doesn’t remove his fingers straight away, instead waiting until the muscles inside me stop clenching. Leaning down he plants a light kiss on my lips, “shall we take this somewhere a little more private?” he whispers to me.
    Oh my, that wasn’t it?
     
    Strolling back across the sand, his arm draped over my shoulders, I’m still grinning. I can feel sand wedged into every possible place, but I just don’t care. We are sharing a comfortable silence, interrupted only by the breaking waves and gulls flying overhead. In the distance, back at the resort, you can just about make out the faint tinkling of the band he had suggested we see tonight, so much for that!
    As we reach the edge of the sand where it meets the path I stop “I’ll be needing my shoes back now” I suggest, nodding towards them hanging off his finger.
    “Will you now?” he asks, trouble written all over his expression. With that he bends and scoops me into his arms.
    “EEK!” I screech as my legs are swept out from under me. I throw my arms round his neck giggling, and plant a quick kiss on the end of his nose.
    “Well lead the way then Mr…..Oh, Carlos, what’s your surname?” I ask suddenly embarrassed by my oversight, well on the plus side at least I got it in before we slept together!
    “It’s Johnson.” He replies matter of factly, not breaking his stride.
    “Johnson?” I quiz him, “that’s not very Mexican?”
    “Mexican?” he almost shouts it, clearly taken aback, “you think I’m Mexican?”
    “Well sort of, I couldn’t place your accent, but then you live and work here and speak the language fluently, so I don’t know….I guess I just assumed?” I say feeling really sheepish now; he’s not angry, but clearly bemused by my apparent naivety.
    “Well I guess technically I a m par t Mexican, as I was born here, but my great grandparents and grandparents were English and moved here some seventy years ago; my dad was the first generation to be born here and he married and American, my mother, and they had me. So if you want to be exact, I am 1/3 English, 1/3 American and 1/3 Mexican by chance of location only.” He explains it slowly as if he has never had to put it into words before; it makes me feel even more foolish, despite the fact that, by his own admission, I am technically correct!
    “Well that’s a bit of a let down” I say cheerily, “I’d never had a Mexican before, I thought I was going to get to cross it off the list tonight” I give him a playful pout, his mouth drops open and he stops in his tracks.
    “Well Ms. Mavers, aren’t you coming out of your shell? And as you now know, I am 1/3 Mexican, is that percentage not on your list?” he asks sarcastically, but chuckling at his own joke.
    “No Senor Johnson, I have not extended my list to include percentages, but I guess I could make an exception, just this once.” I flirt.
    “Well in that case I guess I should give you the full Mexican experience, Senorita, sólo por esta vez” he murmurs softly into my ears, his lips brushing sensually against my earlobes.
    I’m relieved he is still holding me as I’m sure my legs would have given out on me after that little comment, I don’t even know what it means, but the way he says it is just so sexy!
    “Well what are you waiting for?” I ask out right “Take me to bed!”
     
    I’m busily nuzzling his neck when we start ascending stairs, looking around and it hits me, these are my