Chapter 17: Paradise by the Beach

The moment we landed in Cuba, the warm ocean breeze wrapped around me like a welcome embrace. The scent of salt, rum, and adventure filled the air, a reminder that I was far from home, lost in a fantasy that was becoming more real by the day. Isabella wasted no time flagging down a cab, sliding into the backseat with a knowing smirk.

As we drove along the coastline, I watched the waves roll onto the shore, the palm trees swaying lazily. The entire place felt like a dream, a paradise untouched by the worries of the world. But the reality was even better.

"Why is it always by the beach?" I asked, glancing at her as she sipped from a bottle of champagne she had somehow acquired between the airport and the taxi.

She turned to me, her dark eyes twinkling with amusement. "Because the ocean makes everything better. The sound of the waves, the open air… it heightens the senses. Trust me, you haven't lived until you've made love on the sand while the tide washes over your feet."

I smirked. "Sounds like you've done this before."

She laughed softly, taking another sip before handing me the bottle. "Let's just say I know how to make the most of my vacations."

I took a swig, the bubbly liquid fizzing against my tongue. Every moment with her felt like an escape from reality, and something told me Cuba was about to be our most unforgettable adventure yet.

When we arrived at the resort, I had to admit, this place was next level. High ceilings, golden lighting, and walls of glass showcasing the breathtaking ocean view. Everything screamed luxury. Our suite was no exception, plush furniture, a massive bed draped in silky sheets, and a balcony that opened up to a panoramic view of the sea.

"For the rest of our time together," Isabella whispered, running her fingers down my chest, "this is where all the magic happens."

I chuckled, setting my bags down. But before I could say anything, she pushed me onto the bed, straddling me with that wicked glint in her eyes.

"You don't waste time, do you?" I smirked, gripping her waist.

She leaned in, her lips brushing against my ear. "Not when I've been waiting for this moment all day."

Her lips trailed down my chest, her hands working expertly to undress me. Before long, she was between my legs, her tongue teasing me, her mouth hot and wet. She took me in slowly at first, her dark eyes locked on mine as she tested her limits. Deeper and deeper she went until I felt her gag slightly, her throat tightening around me. Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes, but she didn't stop.

I groaned, gripping her hair, guiding her movements. She was relentless, working me over like she was starving. Just when I thought I couldn't take any more, she pulled away, her lips glistening, her breathing heavy.

"Fuck me," she demanded, crawling over me, her body flushed with heat.

"Not so fast," I smirked, flipping her onto her back. "I want you to beg for it."

A frustrated whimper left her lips as I took my time, trailing kisses down her body, teasing her with my fingers, bringing her close to the edge but never giving her what she really wanted. She squirmed beneath me, her nails digging into my skin.

"Frank, please," she gasped, her hips bucking toward me.

"Call me Daddy," I murmured against her ear, my fingers moving torturously slow.

"Daddy, please," she moaned, her body shaking with need.

"Say it again," I commanded, watching her lose control.

"Daddy, please fuck me!" she cried, her voice laced with desperation.

Satisfied, I positioned myself between her legs and pushed inside. She gasped, her fingers gripping the sheets as I filled her completely. The room was filled with the sounds of skin against skin, her moans growing louder with every deep thrust.

She was perfect, every movement, every reaction, completely tuned to mine. I took her in every position I could think of, making sure she felt every inch of me. When I flipped her onto her stomach and pulled her hips up, she let out a strangled moan.

"Oh my God, Frank," she whimpered as I drove into her.

I didn't let up, making sure she felt every second of it. Her body trembled beneath me, her climax tearing through her as she moaned my name like a prayer. I wasn't far behind. As I felt myself about to explode, I pulled out, but before I could finish, she turned around, her lips parting.

"In my mouth," she whispered, her tongue flicking over her lips.

I didn't hesitate. She took every drop, swallowing like she'd been waiting for it all day. When it was over, she collapsed beside me, completely spent.

I propped myself up on one elbow, watching her as she drifted off to sleep. My body was exhausted, but my mind was still racing. I took a sip of my wine, staring out at the ocean.

Then, a wicked thought crept into my mind.

This adventure was far from over.

The next morning, I woke up to the smell of fresh coffee and the sound of waves crashing against the shore. Isabella was already up, dressed in nothing but a silk robe as she sipped her coffee on the balcony.

"Good morning, sleepyhead," she teased as I stretched.

I smirked, pulling her onto my lap. "Morning."

We spent the day exploring Cuba, walking through the streets of Havana, eating local food, drinking rum, and dancing in small, lively bars. Everywhere we went, people watched Isabella, men staring in admiration, women whispering in envy. She carried herself like a queen, and I couldn't help but feel like a king beside her.

That night, we found ourselves in the backseat of a rented car, parked by the beach, fogging up the windows. She was riding me like she owned me, her nails scratching down my chest, her breath hot against my neck.

"Harder, Frank," she moaned, bouncing on me as the car rocked with our movements.

The thrill of being out in the open, where anyone could see us, made it even hotter. When we were done, she sat there, completely bare, her body glowing under the moonlight.

"That was risky," I chuckled, catching my breath.

She grinned, leaning in to whisper, "And that's exactly why it was so good."

Over the next few days, we took our wild adventures to new levels, hotel balconies, club bathrooms, even a secluded alleyway after too many mojitos. She was insatiable, and I was right there with her, pushing limits, taking risks, drowning in pleasure.

But as much fun as we were having, something lingered in the back of my mind. Her husband.

I couldn't shake the feeling that this fantasy world we had created was only temporary. And sooner or later, reality would come knocking.