OOM: Miami

[latino_menace]

Ramon is very fond of his island. But lets face it, there's not a lot to do. That's all well and good when you just want to sit and soak up rays or swim or take the boat out. When Fi's here, there's sex. But she's not here all the time and he's a restless sort. All this quiet is getting on his nerves.

So when Fi comes through the door, he's dressed and ready to leave.

'Lets go to Miami.'

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[latino_menace]

Every time she tightens pushes him that little bit highter; her eyes close and he kisses her again, murmuring to her to open them and look at him. He's moving a little harder now, vaguely aware that he should make it look natural but it's not that easy when she's making him feel this good.

[justcallmefee]

She opens her eyes, looking up into those dark eyes. Just meeting his gaze takes her breath away. She reaches up, her fingertips trailing along his jaw for a brief moment.

Another kiss, and she feels that heat unfolding low in her belly. He's moving quicker now, his hand sliding away from her breast to her hip, holding her tight.

She holds her breath, her muscles trembling, chasing that fiery sweet sensation, grounding herself in the sound of his voice and the slick hardness driving her up and up.

"So close. Please, caro."

[latino_menace]

He smiles almost sweetly though his eyes are full of lust and the look on his face is intent, hellbent on finishing this in style. He's forgotten the people who're watching, can barely hear the lightning and the rain pounding the building. He just slips a hand under her dress and finds her clit, starts thrusting up into her in earnest because she's close and goddamn he wants to feel her break.

[justcallmefee]

That touch, the sound of the thunder and the feel of him moving in her, that long sweet thrust and the sharp pleasure at her clit, all of it coils through her, twisting her until she breaks hard. He feels her whole body tremble, but she never looks away from him, never breaks his gaze for a moment.

She doesn't make a sound, but he can feel her hand at the rail, gripping him so tight. He can feel her spine curl, can feel knees go weak, and that hard pulsing around his cock. She pushes back, drops to her elbows on the rail, still riding him, lost to the storm and not caring who sees.

[latino_menace]

It's the way she drops that finishes him off, the abandonment of any kind of subtlety, the way she lets need take over. His breath catches in his throat as his muscles lock up, hands grabbing her hips and pulling her back on to him, burying himself as deep as he can as he lets go.

[justcallmefee]

She doesn't even try to contain the keening cry that deep thrust draws from her throat. She presses back, using her strength, still grinding on him. As the tension fades away, the pleasure bleeds through her body, letting her breathe again. He feels massive inside her, and the world is bleeding back in.

She rises again, needing to feel him against her back, turning her head to nuzzle along his jaw.

[latino_menace]

He grins, catches her around the waist and holds her to him, looking down at her and then kissing her lightly.

'I have the best ideas.'

[justcallmefee]

She smiles, her eyes flashing green, a little bit of colour flushing her cheeks.

"You do," she purrs against his mouth. "They're still watching, aren't they?"

[latino_menace]

He cuts a glance to his right, then to the dancefloor. Yep, still watching. The couple get a smug wink and the chick on the floor a lazy salute.

'Yeah.'

[justcallmefee]

She nudges him gently, pulling him down for another kiss, gentle and slow. Her hands tug his jacket close around them again, and she smooths her skirt down over her hips before turning in his arms and tucking him away. Deft fingers do up his fly, and then cup him gently through the fabric.

"You need to take me home now."

[latino_menace]

'Sounds good to me.'

He takes her hand and leads her towards the exit, stopping when they get to the door and see the rain outside.

'You alright walking in this?'

Some women aren't, he knows, and it seems polite to ask.

[justcallmefee]

She looks up at him, eyelids heavy and eyes dark.

"I'm already all wet," she whispers. "What's a little more, hmm?"

[latino_menace]

He smiles slowly, a sated expression and squeezes her hand a little.

'Come on then.'

He leads her out into the downpour, heading back to the car, not in any particular hurry.

[justcallmefee]

She loves the rain, loves the feel of it on her skin, loves the thunder and lightning rippling overhead. Walking arm in arm with him, she turns her face up to the sky, letting it wash over her.

Another few paces, and she stops, turning to him, her hands on his lapels.

"Kiss me."

[latino_menace]

'Now?'

He hates the rain. It always rained far too much in Bogota. But he likes kissing Fiona so he does as she asks, sliding arms around her waist and pulling her close.

[justcallmefee]

She melts against him, reveling in the solidity and warmth of his body, savoring the strength of his embrace. She kisses him with a gentle hunger, her hands weaving around his neck.

There could be mortar fire raining from the sky around them and she wouldn't notice.

[latino_menace]

Its a nice kiss. It doesn't, however, distract from the way water is dripping from his hair right down his collar.

'Can we please pick this up somewhere dry?

[justcallmefee]

She smiles, nodding.

"Yeah. Come on."

She slips her hand into the crook of his arm, leaning her cheek on his bicep, letting him lead her wherever he wants.

[latino_menace]

The car is where he wants to be right now and thats where he heads. Luckily, the valet put the hood up and he tosses his jacket in the back before getting in.

'Your place or back to the bar or the island?'

So many choices and all of them drier than here.

[justcallmefee]

This is Miami, and everywhere she goes, there's a beach towel in the trunk of her car. She knocks on the trunk for him to pop the release, and when he does, she reaches in and retrieves it, handing it to him. She can dry off in a moment.

"Let's just head back to my place, for now at least. We can head back, later."

[latino_menace]

'OK.'

Dry hair but no comb. Fuck it, he can live with that. The towel is handed back and he guns the engine as soon as she shuts her door.

...then he laughs, leans over and kisses her quickly before hitting the gas and shooting out on to the road.

'That was fun.'

[justcallmefee]

She can't help but grin at the sound of his laugh, returning that brief kiss and shifting to let the acceleration push her back into the seat.

"It was. Two fantasies for the price of one," she says, drying herself off as best she can before pitching the towel into the back seat.

[latino_menace]

'Two?'

He only knew about the one of her being watched.

[justcallmefee]

She stretches her legs out again and gives a contented sigh.

"The storm," she says, resting her fingers on the back of his hand.

[latino_menace]

'Really?'

He sounds surprised.

'You shoud have said something before, we could have gone outside somewhere.'