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She’d listen, her fingers picking up speed with every thrust. I can see in her eyes that she's getting closer and closer. Closing my eyes, I take a deep breath because I don't want to come too early. I want us to orgasm at the same time. My hands would tangle in her hair, holding her still as I use her like a rag doll. My goddess would love it because suddenly the hand on my thigh tightens, tears falling down her cheeks as she pops off my cock, groaning my name.
At the same time, my cock swells and I’d paint her whole chest with my cum. When I finally open my eyes, the woman in my fantasy is gone and I see my cum painted all over the shower tiles instead.
"Fuck, that was the most real fantasy I've ever had," I mutter to myself.
I can't believe I'm now fantasizing about a woman I don't even know, and I've never come harder with my own hand. It doesn't matter because even if I search high and low tonight, the probability I will even find her is so low that this seems ridiculous. Instead, I decide to focus on cleaning myself up, especially getting the sand off. I grab the body wash and continue on with my routine.
Moments later, I'm finishing up and getting out of the shower. Exhaustion takes over me and I quickly move to pull on a pair of boxers. Plugging my phone in, I make sure to set an alarm in time to wake up for happy hour. Right after, I find myself lying down on my bed, my eyelids drooping. The last thing I remember thinking about is the goddess with light brown hair waving in the wind with a sly smile.
Chapter 6
Diana
After unpacking my suitcase, I lay down to rest by turning on the television for about an hour. When my phone interrupts by buzzing on the side table, I open my phone to see a message from Jessica.
Jessica: Did you make it okay?
Me: Yes. Now how to figure out how to relax.
Jessica: If anyone can do it, you can.
Me: Any suggestions?
Jessica: Nope, I'm all out. I don't think I've ever relaxed before.
Me: This is my first time. Maybe I'll go out and get a drink?
Jessica: A drink will help, and a place on the beach.
Me: That does sound divine. Listening to the ocean with a margarita in my hand.
Jessica: I'll be dreaming about that too.
Me: I'm going to do it.
Jessica: Good Luck!
Me: Thanks. I'll tell you how it goes tomorrow.
Closing out of my messages, I place my phone back in my bag, ready to go down and order a drink. Taking a deep breath, I open the door to my hotel room and before I know it, I'm sitting at a bar outside, the wind in my hair.
Hypnotized by the view of the ocean as it comes into shore, I'm interrupted, "What can I get you to drink?"
"I'll take a margarita," I reply without even looking at him.
I look out at the ocean and begin to think about what it might be like if I decided basketball wasn't for me. A family running into the water as a small person giggles feeling the sand between their tiny toes. A handsome man that comes and scoops up the little toddler, giving me a huge grin. Of course the man in thisfantasy is the one I saw earlier today, which is ridiculous because I don't know him.
My drink is placed in front of me. As I take a sip, the lime dances on my taste buds and I murmur, "Mmm...that's good.”
"Sam makes the best drinks," a man with a deep sexy voice on my left replies.
"I'll have to put that to the test," I say turning toward him.
The moment our eyes meet for the second time today I'm awe struck by the beauty of this man. He's grinning at me with the most perfect smile I've ever seen. If he wasn't sitting right in front of me, I would've thought that I conjured up this man instead of him being real.
"You won't be disappointed. I'm Luca. What's your name?"
"You don't know who I am?" I ask pulling my brows in. Does he not recognize me?
