Heated Passions, a story by jules{s}

The sound of fire crackers excite me now. I had no idea that the 4th of July would become my most loved holiday. As I sit here, a bit uncomfortable, I feel a fire still flaming my entire body and spirit. I wiggle in my chair trying to calm the heat arising in me. How will I ever get this on paper, if I can not concentrate, in order to share with you all what took place?
It was a very hot night and we had made lemonade and sat out side on the hotel patio. The sky has grown dark. We could hear the excitement from below from the people who gathered on the pier to watch the display that was about to happen. It was a perfect spot and perfect plan and I had to admit that Derrick was right. The idea of spending our little savings, to rent the luxury rooms at this hotel, and to see the fire works was perfect. I had not wanted too. I had wanted to be down with the crowds. To be among my friends and to watch with them. But now sitting here, alone with Derrick, I was so content.
I could hear a song on the radio playing... "So let your self go, let yourself cry for everyone hurts sometimes...". I am not even sure if they are the exact words but the song had made me stop and look to Derrick. We had been going through so much lately. His father is ill , my mother has died, and I am ill and all three deal with cancer.
I could feel the tears fill in my eyes. He gently pulled me to him and sang the words to me of this song. I closed my eyes and allowed myself to weep in his embrace. He held me there in his lap till the tears stopped and my body ceased shaking. He gently kissed my lips and wiped my tears.
Tenderly, he traced my lips with his tear wet finger tips. He smiled deep into my eyes and then there was a blast of fire works going off.
The sound startled me so much that I jumped. Derrick secured me in his lap once again and we watched as the fire works exploded above and around us. It was so beautiful. The colors brightening the sky.
The sounds of "Ohhhhh", "awwwwwssss" and "oh myyyy" coming from the crowd below. We were memorized at the beauty of the sky. We sat there a long time afterwards just watching the stars.
At some point, he had gently picked me up in his lap, stood and carried me inside. He slowly began to undress me as I stood there quiet and still. I could here my heart beating. I still swear his hands were shaking. He slowly unbuttoned my skirt, unzipped it and lowered it down. As I stepped out of it, my eyes never left his. Slowly his hands reached up and under my shirt and he removed my panties. His lips brushed against my lips and he whispered "Stand here".
I obeyed. Watching as he slowly unzipped his jeans and slipped them down his muscular legs. I breathed in deeply feeling the flame in me becoming stronger. He slipped off his boxers and the sight of his manhood made my legs begin to grow weak. He slipped his t-shirt off. My hungry eyes roamed his body and then my eyes met his. I could feel the blush on my face deepen as his smile of contentment heated me even more. I swallowed as he walked toward me. Slowly he reached outand caressed my face with his hands.
"Beautiful", his voice was filled with heated passion. His hands brushed against my blouse, over my breast and his fingers pinched lightly at my nipples. A sound escaped my lips and his smile lifted to my lips again, brushing a little harder against my parted lips. His tongue slowly entered my mouth. His hands slowly ran down my back and rested on my bottom. He slowly began to move his hands on my bottom and then as his tongue demanded more from my tongue, I felt the SMACKK of his hand coming down upon my bottom.
I gasped and jerked my body some. His one arm held me even tighter to him and his mouth and tongue never stopped it's attack on my mouth. His other hand was now massaging the stinging area he had just spanked. I began to answer his demand even more as my tongue hungry for him, played harder and faster with his. His hand continue to massage and I tried to get control of the this flame that was burning hard and fast already. He lowered his kiss now to my neck. I reached up to brush my hair from my neck and he stopped long enough to look at me and whisper, "My Beautiful one".