|Restrained passion|

Hotel Paradise, Hawaii.

Presidential Suite

Sunlight streamed through the window, the white curtains fluttering in the fresh breeze, and the sound of crashing waves could be heard in the background. Emma stirred and groped for the sheet to pull it over herself as she felt a chill. But she couldn't find it. Instead, she found the bare back of someone lying next to her, still asleep with their mouth slightly open. She slowly withdrew her fingers, opened one eye slightly to peek, and then opened both. She swallowed with difficulty, "Who is this?" Images of the previous night quickly flashed through her mind. She squeezed her eyes shut tightly; remembering that night brought back the heat she had felt with the German man. She shook her head to herself, "How is it possible to feel something like this for a stranger she had only known for a few hours?" It was as if a sexual appetite she hadn't known before had awakened for the first time.

"Good morning, lioness," the man's husky, sleepy, and sexy voice beside her sent shivers down her spine. He shifted to face her. He brushed hair from her forehead and then caressed her cheek.

"Good morning, stranger," she replied. He smiled broadly, revealing his perfect teeth.

"Do you want to join me in the shower before we say goodbye forever?" Emma pressed her thighs together at the tingling sensation in that private and well-groomed area. "Traitor," she thought. She bit her lip and nodded, determined to finish this unexpected casual sex with the German.

"Alright," he leaned in and kissed the tip of her nose. She hadn't realized she was holding her breath. When he stood up, his round, well-toned butt was on full display. She widened her eyes at the impressive sight. It was the second time she had seen a man's butt, the first being Jamie's, over five years. The man disappeared into the bathroom, and then she heard the water running. She got up and clung to the sheet to cover her nudity, gazing at the majestic view from her room, recalling what she didn't want to—the infidelity of her ex-fiancé. She closed her eyes and shook her head; she wouldn't ruin her trip with what had happened. If she couldn't cry, was it because there weren't such deep feelings? So she decided to continue her trip. Her fingers loosened the fabric of the sheet that covered her, it fell to her feet, and she smiled.

"Someone is waiting for me in the shower," she whispered to herself, looking at her reflection in the window glass. When she entered the bathroom, the scene before her was impressive; the German man's body was stunningly beautiful. Emma took a deep breath as she felt it was lacking. He turned upon sensing her gaze.

"I've been waiting for you," he said. Emma smiled and nodded, walking until she was under the large cascade of water. She felt the warm water soaking her, and when she opened her eyes, he was gazing at her in awe. He didn't dare touch her until she did, just as she had said hours earlier. And so it was, Emma shed the last remnants of her shame and decided to continue enjoying what was happening with the German.

Her back against the tile, her legs wrapped around his waist, as he thrust inside her. She had never enjoyed sex as much as she did at that moment, and the previous hours. Hearing the woman uninhibited and letting herself be carried away by passion was exciting for him. The pants, the moans, and occasionally the growls from him before coming, filled the bathroom, the room, the terrace, and the closet. When they finally came again on the carpet at the foot of the bed, someone pulled them out of their sexual bubble.

It was his phone. As best he could, he stood up, with trembling legs threatening to throw him down, and answered.

"Tell me," he heard his friend on the other end of the line. Apparently, his vacation was over. "Fine. I'm coming right now, thanks," he said, then hung up. He looked at the naked woman lying on the carpet, trying to calm her breath after the orgasm number... He had lost count. The German was insatiable, and now he was discovering that she was too. When he looked at the man, she furrowed her brow.

"What’s wrong?" He was about to say something when she spoke to prevent him. "I know, I know we won't say our names, nothing at all, this is something that won't happen again. But from your expression, I thought something bad might happen."

"It is bad," she raised her eyebrows and sat up. "I have to leave. Much to my regret, because what happened is unique and I don't want it to end. But I have to go." Emma nodded, perfectly understanding what he said. He bit his lip, not really wanting to leave, but he had to do it now. He stood up and leaned toward her. With a quick movement, he lifted her by surprise, eliciting a gasp from her, laid her on the bed, and then devoured her mouth one last time. He went to change, and when he was alone in the closet, he looked at the suitcase neatly placed under the perfectly hanging clothes and raised an eyebrow, seeing it organized by color. "Wow," he thought, surprised. He reached for the suitcase and looked at the airport tag, and there it was, her first name and where she came from. He furrowed his brow, "New York." He felt his heart race strongly but shook his head. Maybe she was just looking for an adventure, and when he was about to venture to find out more, he realized something: she was not alone. So he finished dressing, and when he came out, she was wrapped in a silk robe with her name on it, like the one he saw with the name "Jamie" "Just Married," and then sighed. Why had he believed that this time fate was playing on his side?

"I'm leaving," he said. He didn't understand why he was upset inside. Was it because he was leaving when he wanted to stay, or because she was a newlywed looking for adventure on her honeymoon?

"Fine, I'll walk you to the door," Emma said, trying to buy time to find out why he was leaving. "I hope everything is okay." When they reached the door, he looked at her.

"It's perfect. I hope you had fun, taking the first man who bought you a drink to seduce him and bring him to bed." Emma raised her eyebrows in surprise upon hearing him say that. But what was wrong with the guy?

"Okay..." She didn't immediately know what to say. He got more upset at her brazenness, turned around, and left. Emma furrowed her brow and closed the room door, adjusted her silk robe, and kept reviewing his words. "Well, he knew when he agreed to get into that elevator." She let out a long sigh and looked around. "Come on, the honeymoon isn't over yet, Emma."