“You okay?” I finally break the silence to ask.
“Perfect,” she whispers into my skin. I feel her lips brush against my chest as she turns her head slightly. My cock stirs at the contact of her lips and any spot on my body. I roll us until she’s under me and I can hover over her once again.
“I can show you perfect,” I say as my lips find the soft skin just below her ear. She shifts, allowing our bodies to be a little better aligned, and I can feel her wetness as I slide my once again hard cock through her folds and along her clit.
“Mhmmm,” she moans as I nip at her skin, soothing the sting with a lap of my tongue.
“Can I fuck you?” I ask, not wanting to just assume.
“Do you have a condom?” she asks.
Fuck, shit, god-dammit. I internally start running through things in my mind, hoping and praying that I have a condom stuck in my wallet. “Let me check,” I tell her, pushing off her and sliding off the bed. I locate my jeans in the heaping pile of clothes on the floor, pulling my wallet from my back pocket. I rummage through it, looking through all of it for one. Coming up empty, I toss the offending piece of leather on the floor, pissed that I don’t have one on me. “Fuck!” I curse under my breath. “Looks like we’re out of luck,” I grumble in my annoyance.
“Maybe check the minibar?” Carmen suggests and I spring into action. I pull every box and bottle from the area, not seeing what I need.
“Check those little boxes, maybe?” Carmen says, pointing to two small boxes on the edge of the minibar. One is a sewing kit. Who knew they still made those? Hallelujah, I could almost sing to the angels above. The second box is saving this night for me, for sure. Inside is three condoms and three packets of lube. I toss the box to Carmen, who’s still on the bed, just sitting up now as she watched me clear out the minibar.
“Who would have thought the damn minibar would be saving us tonight?” I ask as I crawl back into the bed. I sit back on my haunches and stroke my cock.
“Can I?” Carmen asks, a little timidly, holding up the condom so I can see. She’s already torn the package open and has the condom between her fingers.
“Fuck yes, you can,” I tell her, letting go of my cock.
I watch as she reaches out for it, giving me two strokes before she places the condom over my crown and rolls it down my shaft. “God-damn your hands feel amazing,” I tell her, leaning in to steal a quick kiss.
The moment our lips connect, it is like fucking fireworks go off overhead. I could seriously kiss this woman for hours, definitely every day.
With the condom firmly in place, I roll us back to how we were before, with Carmen under me. My cock slides through her folds again as I capture her lips in a bruising kiss. I roll my hips, hitting her clit with my crown, which has her moaning into my mouth. I roll them once more before I reach down, aligning myself with her entrance and then thrusting inside. I don’t stop until I’m balls deep and holy-fucking-shit. I’ve never felt something so perfect a day in my life.
“Fuck, Carmen, you’re perfect,” I tell her as we break the kiss. I start out thrusting slowly, letting my cock tease her as I drag it out and quickly snap my hips to thrust back inside. I repeat this a handful of times. Each drag of my cock has Carmen digging her nails into my back. I’m sure she’s drawn blood by now, but fuck it, the bite of pain is egging me on.
“Faster,” she moans, and I listen. Quickening my rhythm, my hips start snapping back and forth fast as I feel her body start to flutter around my shaft. I adjust one of her legs to sit up higher on my hip, which in turn allows me to slide just a hair deeper, hitting yet another trigger spot deep inside her pussy.
“Take what you need, baby,” I tell her, wanting her to use my body to reach that ultimate release. “Fuck,” I growl as I feel the tingle at the base of my spine start to strengthen before it slides down into my balls and shaft.
It all happens too quickly, I’m not even sure I know what happens first, but I do know that I come so hard I see stars behind my eyes as I empty into the condom with Carmen’s body milking me as she comes hard.
I roll our sweat-slick bodies as I collapse onto the bed. I didn’t want to crush her and that is exactly what would have happened had I collapsed on top.
I kiss her shoulder as I attempt to suck in a few calming breaths. “You good?” I ask once my breathing has returned to almost normal.
“Yeah,” she says, pushing up from the bed. I watch as she starts to walk out of the room.
“Where are you going?” I call out, just as I hear the bathroom door snick shut. I stay on the bed, sprawled out with every part of my body on display, hoping she’ll return, and we can do that all again.
Twelve
Carmen
“What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck” I chant to myself as I stand at the bathroom sink looking at my reflection in the mirror. What did I just do? Why did I just let Lucas ravish my body like he did? That man is talented. My body has never felt so good, nor do I think I’ve ever come that hard. I’m not usually one that can orgasm during intercourse, so the fact that I did is saying something.
I sit down and pee quickly. The last thing I need while on the road is a UTI. I contemplate jumping in the shower to wash off the sex sweat, but wonder if that would be more awkward with Lucas still in my room. I grab the fluffy hotel robe from the back of the door, wrapping it around my body before I open the bathroom door and walk back into the room.
I’m a confident, bad-ass woman. There is no reason I should feel any shame for just having sex, possibly the best ever. So, I hold my head high and walk back into the bedroom. I grab a hair tie from my bag as I walk past it, pulling my hair up into a messy bun on the top of my head.
“Everything okay?” Lucas asks, his sexy voice causing my lady bits to tingle.
“Yea-Yes,” I correct myself. Remember, you are a bad-ass and confident woman. Do not feel shame. My inner voice encourages me as I step closer to the bed. The same one that Lucas is still sprawled out on; did I mention he’s still gloriously naked? Every last drool worthy inch of him is on display to me and I, all of a sudden, have a craving to run my tongue along the ridges of his abs.
“Carmen.” He says my name, pulling me from my trance. Shit. I’m so busted checking him out.
“Yes?” I say, more question-like than statement as I shift my eyes up to meet his. He’s got a shit-eating grin filling his face, seeing as he just busted me checking him out.
“See something you like, Red? You’re more than welcome to come back for round two,” he says, tapping the bed beside him as he rolls onto his side. I can’t help but allow my eyes to follow the length of his body as he moves. My eyes widen when I stop on his cock. He’s hard again and I can feel the slickness between my thighs in response.
“Maybe,” I breathily reply. I flick my eyes back to his and watch as they dilate as I flick my tongue across my bottom lip to moisten it. The sexual tension is practically crackling between us and I can tell now that it is inevitable that we’ll end up in another jumbled, tangled mess of limbs, sooner if the look in Lucas’s eyes is any indication.
“Why don’t you come back over here, lose the robe on the way, and sit on my face. Let me make you feel really good,” he says, my eyes falling once more as he starts stroking his cock.