#neuralmente

In only two days, Chuck had gotten enough sun that his skin had turned a golden bronze color.  Sarah had never realized he could tan so well.  And she liked it a lot. 

As a break from the beach, they had gone into town to wander around.  She wore a tank top and a long, flowy skirt that swished around her legs as she walked.  Chuck wore cargo shorts and a t-shirt, a Dodgers cap tugged over his messy hair and three-day stubble darkening his jaw. 

They had gone into a few shops, picking up souvenirs for their family and friends, then Chuck had noticed a small museum.  It was a hodgepodge of local artists, archeological artifacts, and strangely enough, a mummified donkey.  It shouldn't have worked, but Sarah found herself watching Chuck more than examining the exhibits.  He was so excited about everything, so interested in learning and discovering. 

By the time they had dinner, the sky was beginning to darken.  The sun didn't last as long in April as it would in June or July, so as they sat in a little restaurant, sipping margaritas and eating chips and guacamole, Sarah knew it wasn't as late as it felt. 

She could feel her skin buzzing, just under the surface.  The cold drinks and the cool breeze weren't enough to cool her off.  And when Chuck gave her one of his delighted wide smiles, his eyes dancing, Sarah knew what she wanted. 

But instead of seizing it, she waited.  Tonight, she wanted the anticipation, to feel it building and building until it was more than she could take.  She smiled back at Chuck, watching the way his wedding ring glinted from the strands of Christmas tree lights strung over the ceiling beams.  She leaned across the table, letting him get good looks down her top.  By the time their entrees arrived, she had kicked off one of her flat sandals and was rubbing her toes against his ankle. 

Her husband had come a long way from when they had first met.  Instead of acting flustered or embarrassed as she ramped up her seduction, Chuck knew what was happening without her saying a word.  So he smiled back at her, keeping his eyes locked on hers--except when he did look down her top.  As she played footsie with him, his fingers began to stroke her forearm, lightly tracing the veins inside her wrist before gently playing with her fingers. 

When the waitress asked if they wanted dessert, Chuck had silently shaken his head before dropping a stack of bills on the table for the bill.  Sarah slid her foot back into her sandal and stood up, feeling the coil of tension inside her.  It was almost too much, feeling the weight of Chuck's gaze and knowing what he wanted.  Knowing that it was the same thing she wanted. 

Oh so carefully, they walked back towards their hotel, not letting their bodies come into contact.  If that happened, the game would be over--they wouldn't be able to contain themselves.  But that didn't mean Sarah didn't see if she could push Chuck a bit more. 

She tugged the band holding her hair up in a messy bun, letting the blonde waves cascade around her shoulders.  "Mmm," she said, savoring both relieving the pressure of her heavy hair on top of her head and the way Chuck was looking at her.  His eyes had gone dark, changing from amber into a deeper color for which there were no words.  He licked his lips and Sarah nearly stumbled.

They were nearly to their hotel.  She just had to remember that. 

Suddenly, a crowd of tourists appeared in front of them.  With one glance, they split up, moving around the group and slipping past bodies.  They reconnected just outside the entrance to their hotel, Chuck giving her a confident grin.  And then, he tripped and slammed into her. 

Luckily, she kept him from hitting the ground and taking her with him.  If only because if that had happened, nothing would have stopped her from wiggling and squirming into position.  Public sex had never been a kink for her, but at this point she could care less. 

God, he felt good.  Warm tall male, pressed up against every inch of her, her hands awkwardly holding him up as he got his feet underneath him.  His hands ended up on her back, clenched in her tank top.  He looked into his eyes and said only two words.  "Race you." 

Sarah didn't need to be asked twice.

In this race, there were no losers.  As she fumbled to get the key into the lock, Chuck pressed against her back, his hands spread wide over her stomach as he kissed the spot where her neck met her shoulder.  She moaned and got the door opened a crack, then spun around to draw him in for a frantic kiss. 

Chuck backed her into the room, kicking the door shut behind them.  Then he pressed her up against the door, his hands and lips everywhere, setting her skin on fire, making her burn. 

"Chuck . . ." she groaned, hiking up her skirt and wrapping a leg around him. 

His hand stroked her thigh as he rocked against her.  "Sarah, baby . . ." he muttered against her skin before sucking on her collarbone. 

She gasped at the feel of his scruff rasping over her skin.  Normally she liked him clean-shaven, but this was so good.  It added to the whole atmosphere, the slightly drunken, hot, sweaty, Mexico feel of tonight. 

But it didn't change the fact that she was deliriously in love with her husband and she wanted to have a baby with him.  It just made tonight into one of many nights they had with each other. 

Sarah pushed him back and yanked her tank top up and over her head.  She advanced on him, moving him back towards the bed.  "No more waiting," she panted, pushing her skirt down. 

Chuck, her wonderful sweet nerdy husband, gave her a grin that made her tingle.  "No more," he said, equally breathless as he started removing his own clothes, revealing all that bronzed skin that made her absolutely crazy. 

They fell on the bed, rolling around for a moment before she pushed him down and climbed on top of him.  Suddenly, she needed to pause for a moment.  Needed to just look at him and marvel at what she had.  At what she had nearly lost by turning her back on him and on them.  She could almost feel tears threaten, and Chuck's warm hands, stroking her back, were the only thing that kept them at bay. 

Leaning down, she kissed him slowly, sweetly, enjoying the sense of having done this a million times and knowing she'd get to do it a billion more times.  But as soon as he pulled her down, nearly inside her, the tension was relit and she was wild and desperate again.