1: Miami nights

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*Luna*  It is my last night in amazing Miami after spending a month here.. unfortunately it has been more work than fun.. or unfortunately might be the wrong word.. after all it is the way I mostly live my life, but tomorrow I am going on a month long holiday with my sister and her husband on their yacht.  And tonight I have decided that I am going out. I deserve a break from all of the work I have been doing for the foundation... Right ? The pulse and heat of Miami by night is strangely calling to me.  Sipping on a glass of cold cider, I put on my short tight white lace skirt and crop top with yellow flowers.. which compliments my sun kissed skin. Then I curl my dark hair into beach waves, and put light makeup on.  "Damn girl, you clean up nice". I think to myself as I stare back at my reflection. I haven't put an ounce of effort into my appearance in at least two weeks with work only on my mind, so I had almost forgotten how decent I can actually look.. or at least not really thought about it.  After some quick warming up with shots of vodka, and a mixed drink or two, my group of friends from the charity is headed out. The club we have decided on is over capacity. As we wait in line for half an hour, I kinda wish my sister and Nathan were here, with them there is no waiting in line, the perks of being a VIP I guess.. not that Nathan ever uses it or asks for it. The four people I am with, have suddenly turned into two couples, making out. What a great start to the night ! I am stuck waiting outside of the club, my buzz is wearing off, and I am watching others make out, feeling like a fifth wheel. Awesome.   Twenty minutes later, we all have had enough of the waiting so we start talking about calling an Uber, but everyone else seems to have the same idea. Suddenly, the line has vanished so we hop back in. Five minutes later, the club is ours.  I try dancing with the group of pseudo friends I have come out with for a few minutes, and have a few more drinks, until one of the guys starts trying to dance with me. I am not really into him like that, and the girl he made out with earlier and who might or might not be in the bathroom would probably be hurt, so I try as subtle as possible to pass him up. When he finally gets the hint I make my way back towards the bar.  Not looking for a relationship and not really being into one night stands, I just need a stranger to dance with, someone easy going and fun.. and not making me feel like a fifth wheel.. or else I might as well go home.. but suddenly there he is tall, dark, and very handsome.  Of course I know who he is... not personally but from his music... but feeling rather bold with a bit of alcohol in my system, I tap him on the shoulder. "Hi there.. Do you want to dance ?" I say, as I lean up and put my lips close to his ear, my hand resting on his muscular arm.   He looks around, as if I could have been asking someone else, then his warm eyes focus on mine. "Me ?" He asked with something almost sounding like a little shock in his voice.   "Yes, you". I reply with a smile on my face. He answers my question by setting his almost empty beer down, grabbing my hand, and leading me to the dance floor.   He really is handsome, the dark hair swept back a bit, just starting to curl at the top. He seems to be growing a beard back, sporting a heavy stubble. The short sleeved navy button down is just tight enough to make me want to have a look underneath. The fitted jeans too.. which is not how I normally think the first time I meet a man.  One of the girls I came here with, walks by.. she gives me a thumbs up and leaning in to whisper. "Oh he is hot Lulu".  "Oh so it's Lulu ?" He asks. And well I know this is only going to be this, a bit of fun and dancing, so I nod. Lulu is something my.. Well, not really friends, but people I know sparsely, call me. I actually don't really care for it, but I accept it.  "I'm Elias". He says with a breathtaking smile, lifting my hand to his lips to leave a warm kiss there. I don't tell him I already know.. I know from Nathan that celebrities often like not being reminded who they are.  I wouldn't call myself shy.. more like reserved.. normally. Someone who needs to see people.. to make sure they are trustworthy before I open up. But somehow with him it just seems effortless.. naturel.. even if we are not even really talking.  Before long we are laughing and dancing like we are old friends. And before I even realise.. Well we are kissing too... which definitely isn't something I planned to do.   I find myself playing with his thick, dark hair and looking into his gorgeous hazel eyes. He gently, and curiously, explores my body with his hands. It is never awkward, just full of understood tension and anticipation.. and fully appropriate for the scene, of course.  Yeah I know it was only supposed to be dancing and fun, I am not usually this kind of girl. But I can't deny the attraction here and I make a fast decision, if he is in for it, I am going to make the rare exception and leave with him.  When things start to die down in the club, he takes my hand, looking at me, a bit shyly. "So.. Do you need to get home .. or ?"  "Or .. definately or". I say smiling back at him.  He weaves our fingers together as we get our things, and then he leads me out of the club, into the pleasantly warm night air. What surprises me is that he doesn't let go. He holds my hand the entire way back to his room. Through the parking lot, down the sidewalk, along the road, up the elevator, all of the way. When we get back to his room he doesn't waste any time.. he closes the door and looks at me biting his lip, then he steps closer, lifts one large hand and cups the back of my head. "Can… Can I kiss you ?"  "You already did.. a lot of times". I half giggle.  "I know.. but.. this is different.. we are alone and..". He smiles softly. "I don't want you to feel pressured.. or to overstep your..".  I cut him off with a breathy. "Just kiss me".  Pulling me in, he kisses me with a real passion, not just lust, but a caring intensity. This turns me on more than any groping, grinding kiss could ever have. The kiss speaks volumes about who we are as people. We are laughing, kind, gentle people who aren't really made for the hookup world. We need something like this, someone like ourselves.  We kiss and touch, our hands wandering as we learn what the other person feels like, slowly gaining confidence. I have never been.. I am not sure what the word is.. not shy, not unsure or uncertain.. but.. exploring.. learning .. with him it is different. Usually I know what I want when I am with a man.. the rare times that happens.. him naked, and I make it happen... quickly. This feels different somehow. It is gentler, and there is no rushed or frantic grabbing. It is... nice.  Slowly our clothes come off, and with each new article of clothing removed a new bit of his glorious body is revealed. I kiss and nipp at every inch of him, wanting to remember the taste and feel, my tongue and teeth grazing over his skin, causing him to inhale sharply at the sensation. Each pause in the teasing only leaves more time for anticipation to build. When we are both completely naked, we look at each other, and the silent agreement to move on is made.   He slides down my body, then looks up at me from between my thighs, his hair has fallen down on his forehead in damp waves and his smile is exually cheeky and sweet.  Then his warm mouth connects with my heated core and I grab the already rumbled sheets. "Oh God".  I throw my head back in the pillow, holy mother of.. I am not even sure what he is doing with his fingers and tongue.. but damn I do like it.  Soon I am gasping through my first o****m, head spinning and muscles shaking with pleasure. But as soon as I have caught my breath I am pushing him down on his back.. straddling his hips.. I can't wait to feel all of him.   At first we go slowly, me sliding down onto his erection, with my hands on his muscular shoulders for support. I catch my breath at the feeling.. Taking all of him like this is.. literally at stretch for me, and I need a moment to adjust.   Starting to move I keep a steady pace for as long as I can manage and for as long as he can stand it, my ass bouncing as I take in all of him, over and over. His hands are exploring me reverently.  Finally he can't stand it anymore, making him grab my hips, pulling me hard against me and thrusting up into me fast and hard, both of us breathing heavily, sweating, and moaning. I can't think straight, it feels so good. No doubt he knows what he is doing here, soon pulling me over the edge into a sea of pleasure.  It is like he is possessed by desire and need, but not in a bad way.. in a way that makes me feel like a goddess.. like the most sexy woman ever. And I gasp with pleasure when he all but throws me on the bed, hovering for a moment over me, all strong glistering muscles.. before he slowly.. achingly slowly slides himself back into me.  His voice, rough with the strain and desire whispers heated words between, moans and grunts. The sound of our bodies meeting a sensual melody.   I have never felt this.. intimate with a man before, not even men I dated.. It is kinda weird, but also very exhilarating.  It is like time stands still and speeds up at the same time.. Maybe it just ceases to exist.. I am not sure how long we melt together in a world of pleasure or how many orgasms I have.. but it doesn't matter.. All that matters is the feeling of him.  Then he grows frenzied and a groan of pure ecstasy rises from his chest as his hips buck out of control, the intense o****m taking over his movements.   We both stay put, breathless for a moment... I pull him down and he kisses me softly. And then another soft, gentle kiss, followed by a peck on the nose and the forehead. I do all I can not to, but a giggle escapes my mouth.. I just feel exhilarated.  He sends me a flashing smile, grabbing a cap from the desk and setting it backwards on my head. Here I am, completely naked in front of a stranger, wearing nothing but a backwards baseball cap, and I have never felt more comfortable.. I laugh again.. this time more freely. He pulls me down with him, sharing small talk and kisses for a bit, until I realize it is 4:30 in the morning. "I got to go.. early morning".  "I understand". He says softly. "Me too".  I gather my clothes that are scattered around the room, and hazily put them back on. Then I pluck off the cap, holding it out to him. "Here".  He shakes his head. "Keep it.. to remember me".  "Thanks". I put it on, feeling weirdly choked up.  With another lingering kiss at the door, we part ways.  I walk down the hallway with a crooked smile on my face. "He was a good choice. That was a good choice". I say to myself, ignoring the other feeling lingering in the back.  I walk down to the marina, finding the right boat and sneaking through the door and down to the spare room, climbing into bed. I am asleep in minutes. Dreaming of warm hazel eyes and beautiful smiles.
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