Did I say too much? Did I read too much into that song? Is she going to shoot me down? I’m vibrating out of my skin.
“Let’s go.”
I leap out of my seat and hold out my hand to her.
Ignoring the others, she takes my hand and we bolt. I don’t care what they think.
The path back to our room is different at night, shadowy with waving palms. Glittering stars fleck the black sky above us, the breeze a tropical caress against our skin and through our hair. My dick is throbbing, my heartbeat a primitive drumbeat.
We don’t talk as we walk. I want to sprint but restrain myself.
We take the elevator to the third floor, a hot haze shimmering around us in the small space, the presence of other guests keeping us from jumping each other. Watching me, Emerie purses her lips around the straw in her drink she brought with her, and her cheeks hollow as she sucks. Fuuuuck, that’s hot.
Our room is dark when we walk in, only pale, silvery light filtering in through the sheer curtains over the sliding doors. I flick on a lamp next to the bed then turn back to her. I remove the drink from her hands and set it down then reach for her.
“Fuck, I wanna kiss you,” I groan, pulling her against me.
She melts into me like candle wax, forming to my shape, her arms twining around my neck. Her soft tits press against my chest and our mouths crush together. I groan again, one hand on her ass, pressing her closer still. She has to feel my hard on.
I lick over her bottom lip, tilt my head, and go deeper, gently sliding my tongue inside her mouth. She makes a small noise in her throat and her tongue meets mine, plays, sucks, the kiss turning hotter. My brain is short circuiting.
“You are so fucking beautiful.”
She intrigues me. Enchants me. Fucking seduces me.
Opening my mouth wider, I kiss her deeper, exploring her mouth…she tastes tart like lime, sweet like sugar, her scent filing my head and sliding into my veins like a drug.
Lush and lovely, she smells like an angel, all warm spice and sweet flowers. I kiss her again, and again, sliding a hand into her hair and twisting my fingers into the long wavy strands, her scent and taste infusing my senses, and she moves with me, her mouth, her hands, her body, all hot need, curves, and longing. Heat runs like wildfire from my heart to my groin.
“Owen,” she murmurs.
“Yeah, baby.
She slides her hands into my hair and holds my head as she presses sweet soft kisses to my cheekbones, along my jaw, and my lips again.
She’s a star here on earth, incomprehensibly alluring, her voice magical, her kisses lush, the erotic softness of her body against mine freeing something inside that wants out.
She’s the first person in a long time who has made me feel things. First, with just her voice. Listening to her in the subway gave me goosebumps. Tonight, I felt like she was singing to me. Only me, the purity and clarity reaching inside me, smooth and light, like whipped cream, making me happy and calm. But her voice is also substantial, and deep down, it tugs up an aching feeling, like a yearning for something. Watching her sing—her utter joy and energy—intensified all the feelings. I feel appreciation for her gifts, admiration at her for sharing them, affection because she’s sweet and caring and talented and funny. And yeah…I feel lust.
I slide my hand up her leg, under the skirt of her dress, over her hip. She moves her hips against mine and that’s it, I’m going down, all the way down. I cup my hand over her bare ass, my fingertips brushing her thong underwear. Her fingers are at the button of my pants, then my shirt, and she’s undressing me button by button.
“I love your chest.” She presses warm lips to the center of it, parting my shirt.
“How does this come off?” My fingers explore the back of the dress and find nothing. There’s a knot between her breasts so I draw back.
“It’s elastic.” She hooks her thumbs under the edge of the fabric and tugs it down, baring her sweet tits.
Heat slams into me like a slapshot.
The dress falls to a pool at her feet, and I’m deaf and dumb, blood roaring in my ears, unable to speak. I can only drink in the sight of her, so lush and smooth and silky, and I’m getting impossibly harder. I clasp her waist with my hands, admiring the tiny black silk stretched across her hips.
She pushes my shirt back over my shoulders and I shrug and let it fall. Then she lowers my pants and boxer briefs.
“Oh, God.” She gazes down at me as my cock springs up. “Owen…”
Just her looking at me is nearly enough to make me come, pleasure surging through me. I toe off my shoes and kick my pants aside.
“These are sweet.” I snap the side of her panties. “They’re coming off.”
I ease them down, then slide my hand between her legs, finding soft heat, beautiful and mysterious, silky, warm and wet.
Her fingers trace over my shoulders, the bump on my clavicle from a fracture years ago, my pecs. It’s getting hotter and hotter, every touch, every breath, every soft kiss. She curves her hands around my biceps, then curls them over my shoulders, hanging on, both of us naked now, rubbing against each other,
“Bed.” I nudge her toward it. “Be right back.”
I make a speedy trip to the closet to retrieve the box of condoms from my suitcase. I turn back to see her tossing aside the blue cushions on the bed then roll onto her back against the white pillows.
“Christ, you’re gorgeous.” I’m amazed the words come out coherently. Or maybe they don’t. I advance on the bed pulling out one condom. I toss the box onto the dresser and climb onto the bed. From my knees, I gaze down at her.
She smiles and plucks the condom from my fingers. “You brought these…why?”
My blood runs hot through my veins. “Desperate, painful hope.”
She laughs softly as she opens it then reach for me. My dick is like a divining rod seeking her touch, bobbing toward her in anticipation. The sight of her slender fingers on me, the feel of her touching me as she rolls the rubber down, has sensation burning through my body, right to the soles of me feet and the top of my skull.
“We’re doing this,” I whisper, lowering myself over her and pressing my cheek to hers. “Yes?”
“Yes.” She bends her knees, cradling me in her thighs, and I push inside her, slowly, carefully. “Oh yesssss.”
I ease into her tight heat, every nerve ending in my body electric. She gasps. I kiss her mouth. “Okay, baby?”
“Yes. It’s good. So good.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I haven’t done this…much,” she confesses.
My heart squeezes. “Then we’ll take it slow.”
Her thighs tighten on my hips, and I rock into her, savoring the sensation of being inside her, clasped by her, so intimately and snugly. Her hands move over my back, fingers pressing into skin and muscle, sliding up and down. She moves with me, perfectly,
I need to fuck her, but fuck her sweetly. She’s a star, bright and fragile.
We’re wrapped around each other, immersed in lust and longing. I need to move faster, to take her harder, to make her mine…but also for her to take all of me and make me hers. Her slick wet heat flutters around my dick, her arms holding on tight, and she cries out. Fuck, I’m electrified, so turned on I hurt.