I slide deep over and over again, pleasure rising, and I want it, so bad, then it hits me, swamps me, and I bury myself deep inside her as ecstasy pulses through me. She tightens around me, I groan at the euphoria, nearly blacking out. Slowly, I slide out and just as slowly push back into her. I love how she feels around my cock, hot and slick. Her breath is damp on the side of my neck as she pants.
Something inside me comes wildly, shockingly alive.
So many feelings. This is more than sex. This is life.
Our arms around each other, her head in the crook of my shoulder, one of her legs over my thigh, we curl together. Her body softens against mine and she brings a hand between us to lay over my heart. I feel it thud against her palm. She sighs, a sweet, satisfied exhale that brings a smile to my face. Precious woman. Sweet woman.
“We should talk.”
“Do we have to?”
I smile, my eyes closed, idly playing with a strand of her hair. “No. Not right now.”
“’Kay. ’Cause I wanna sleep.” Her drowsy voice infects me.
“Go to sleep, hot stuff.”
She makes a small snuffling noise and nestles in closer to me.
It’s impossible to feel regret or worry about what just happened. My system is flooded with endorphins right now. The building could be burning down around us, and I wouldn’t care.
And yet, I know we just complicated things even more.
Ah well. We’ll figure it out. I let myself drift off to sleep as well, waking to the feel of Emerie’s hand on my hip, sliding around to my ass to squeeze. I’m already half hard and blood rushes south, engorging me.
We turned out the lamp, and it’s still dark. I don’t know what time it is, and I don’t care. We’re on vacation. I don’t have a practice to go to. I don’t have a game tonight. We could stay in this bed for the rest of the goddamn trip and nobody would care.
In fact, that sounds like a great idea.
Emerie’s fingers curl around my dick, now shamelessly pushing against her and begging for attention. “You’re beautiful,” she whispers.
I groan.
She drags the covers down. The languid breeze billows the sheer curtain and drifts across my hot skin. Desire rushes between us again like a rising tide.
She pushes me flat on my back, shifting next to me, her hands stroking me.
“Christ,” I choke out. “Emerie…” I’m not used to just letting go, letting someone else take control. I usually don’t like being the focus of someone’s attention. I mean, I like blow jobs as much any guy, but when it’s intense…like this…I feel like I don’t deserve that kind of care. But it’s Emerie, and she wants this, and I’ll give her anything she wants.
“Mmm.” She’s studying me as she touches me, and in the faint light, I can see the look on her face—fascinated, hungry, covetous. That makes me even harder.
I want to give this to her. This time, it’s not about me, about protecting myself. It’s about her, about giving her what she wants, letting her drive things, letting her do what she wants. I feel cared for, and that scares the hell out of me, but also I love it.
The softness of her hands dragging over me has pleasure pouring through me. Then she bends her head and kisses the tip. My hips buck and my cock jerks. “Mmm,” she murmurs again.
She licks her lips then kisses me again, licks me, all over, until I’m slick and wet and out of my goddamn mind. When she swirls her tongue around the head, exquisite pain rips through me. I slide a hand into her hair, cupping the back of her head, so carefully, not pressuring her. She opens her mouth on me and sucks me in, and sweet smiling Jesus, I can’t stop the moan that rumbles up from my chest.
“Oh yeah, baby, that’s so fucking good. Suck me…deeper…”
And she does take me deeper, right to the back of her throat. I swear I’m nearly weeping with ecstasy as her hands and mouth work me over, bringing me up to a fast climax. She pulls off and watches me come on my belly, hands still moving, bringing every feeling in me skyrocketing.
“Jesus,” I gasp. “Sweet lord Jesus.”
She bends and licks the crown, then falls back down beside me. “Wow.”
“Fuck yeah. Wow.” I’m gasping for air, my chest rising and falling. Then she blows my mind all over again, trailing her fingertips through the mess on my belly before rolling away. She trips into the bathroom and returns with a warm, wet cloth that she uses to wipe me off.
“I hope you realize that we’re never leaving this bed again.” I roll her into me and wrap my arms around her.
“Ever?”
“Well, for the rest of this trip.”
She laughs softly. “Oh, come on. You’d be bored in one day.”
I kiss her temple. “Try me.”
We doze again and this time I wake up first. I’ve recovered and I need to make her come again, so I move over her and kiss her mouth. Her eyelashes flutter and her hands come up. She focuses on me, and her mouth curves into a smile. “Is it morning?”
“Hell if I know.” I kiss my way down her throat and over the top curves of her breasts. “Don’t care. I haven’t paid enough attention to these beauties.”
“We have lots of time,” she says breathily. “All week.”
“Mmm.” I want to be inside her again, so bad, but first…I want to taste her. Everywhere.
I cup the mounds of soft flesh. Her tits full and round, with tight, pointy nipples, filling my hands. I plump them up and capture one nipple in my mouth, drawing on it, making her moan.
“I love that.” She threads her fingers through my hair, shifting beneath me. “So much.”
“Good.” I take my time playing there, sucking and grazing my teeth over puckered flesh, making her squirm and gasp. She feels amazing on my tongue, my lips, and I love making her feel good. I slide my tongue over her nipple, all around it, along the under curve of one tit, then I so gently sink my teeth into her softness, marking her with soft bites all around each breast.
She’s writhing, clutching my head, and I fucking love it. I shift lower, laying a string of kisses down her abdomen. She’s completely bare, smooth and warm. I slip my fingers through soft lips, finding her slick and wet. So wet.
“Love making you wet,” I murmur.
“Oh God. I love it too. I’m aching, Owen. I need you.”
“Good.” I open my mouth between her legs and slide my tongue over her. She gasps and twists my hair in her fingers. Sensation sparkles down my spine, gathering heavy in my balls.
I lick her, once, gently. My hands look huge on her inner thighs as I press them open. She curls up to watch me eat her, and our eyes meet in a collision that feels like an electric shock. I dive in deeper, my hands sliding up to her tits again, and her head falls back on a long sob.
This is it. I’m surrounded by her—her scent, her taste, the feel of her legs on my shoulders. She’s beautiful everywhere, even this sweet, soft pussy. I can’t get enough.
I play and tease, time drifting away, lost in the sensation of her, lost in giving this to her, barely aware of the hard ache between my legs. I twist and pinch her nipples and suck and lick the softest flesh until her breathing quickens, her noises become louder, sweet-sounding, lust-inflaming, and then she’s holding my hair, her thighs tightening, her abs rippling, wailing as she pushes up to my mouth in a complete succumbing. I suck her clit through the contractions and the soft sighs.