“Yeah, hopeful that I could stare at your picture on Instagram. But to my dismay, you only posted pictures of drinks.”
She chuckles and presses her palm to my dick before dragging it down to my balls, where she cups them.
“Fuck,” I let out in a desperate tone. That’s it. I can’t avoid what’s happening anymore. “Baby, please don’t tease me.”
“Who’s saying I’m going to tease you?” she asks as she sits up on her knees and faces me. She pushes the blankets, exposing me, and then with her hand that isn’t playing with my balls, she drags it up my torso to my pec, where she starts playing with my nipple.
“Myla,” I groan while I press my hand against her ass.
“I’ve always loved playing around with you, seeing what gets you the hardest. Teasing has been one of them. You love the little touches. You love when I play with the seam of your balls like this.” I groan even louder as I feel my cock stretch again. “And you love when I pinch your nipple. Not many men love that, but you do.” She takes my nipple between her fingers and does exactly what I like.
“Fuck . . . me,” I say as I drape my arm over my eyes, my pelvis lifting to the sky, searching out relief.
“Mmm, I love it when you surrender to me like this. When you hand me the reins for a moment. I know how much you like control in the bedroom, how much you feel the need to control me. When you give in to my touch, it gets me so horny, so wet.”
“You wet right now?”
“You tell me.” She spreads her legs, and I slip my hand under her and feel how soaking she is.
“Myla, fuck, that’s hot.”
“Do you know what’s even hotter?” she asks and then hops off the bed.
“Where . . . where are you going?” I ask her as she fishes through her suitcase and then holds up a bottle of lube. My eyes zero in on it. “Baby . . .” I say softly as she comes closer and removes her shirt, leaving her naked. “Why do you have that?”
“Found it in my suitcase from our last vacation.” She returns to the position she was just in and says, “Spread your legs.”
I know exactly what she wants to do, and I don’t even put up a goddamn fight. I spread my legs and then place my hands behind my head. Smiling, she lubes up her finger and then lifts my cock with her non-lubed hand. She sucks me in past her delicious lips, slips her finger past my balls to my ass, and inserts it slowly.
I moan so loudly that I swear everyone in the hotel can hear me. Her other hand goes back to my nipple, and I’m completely at her mercy. Like a well-oiled machine, she presses up into me while sucking me hard at the same time and twisting my nipple.
Immediately, sweat breaks out over my body as an intense wave of pleasure starts to roar through me.
“Take my cock,” I say. “Take me deep, baby. I want to hear you gag.”
She dips her head down, her hair crashing all around her face, only for her to pull back up to the tip and flick at the underside.
“Jesus Christ,” I mutter. “Again.”
She listens. She lets me feel the back of her throat. She lets me feel her gag reflex, only to pull back up.
“Fuck me, babe. Again.”
Another time, she pushes inside me, twists my nipple, and gags.
Crazy fucking lust shoots through every vein, every muscle in my body as she does it again, and again, and again, until this fog falls over me. Euphoria takes over, and from the depths of my being, an orgasm so strong, so forceful climbs up from my toes, past my thighs to my balls and, with one final suck, my body stills, my cock swells, and I come violently in her mouth.
She sucks up every drop and licks my length. When she releases me, I fall back lifelessly on the bed, attempting to catch my breath. I hear her go to the bathroom, rinse, and then she brings a warm washcloth to my cock and cleans me up. When I’m finally able to look her in the eyes, I say, “Jesus fucking Christ.”
She chuckles and then lies back on the bed, spreads her legs so I can see how wet she is, and she fingers herself right in front of me.
“How does that feel?” I ask her.
“Would be better if it was you.”
“I agree.” I twist her so she’s lying flat on her stomach. I drag my hand from her shoulders and down her spine, all the way to her ass. “You have the sexiest body, Myla. I love these curves. I don’t know if you realize how much they turn me on.”
“I have an idea.” I hear the smile in her voice.
I take a few pillows and stack them under her pelvis until she’s lifted in the air to where I need her.
“The anticipation is killing me,” she says. “I think one touch, and I’m going to come.”
“You throbbing, baby?”
“Desperately. I love watching you come. I love everything about it. The way your body tenses, the muscles, the veins firing off. Your sound. Your taste. Everything. Nothing makes me more turned on, more ready, than watching you combust.”
“Then let’s see,” I say as I spread her legs, exposing her completely. I gently drag my finger down her center and get lost in her slickness. “Jesus, Myla.”
“I told you.” She sighs. “Nothing, and I mean nothing, will ever make me feel this way. Only you, Ryot.”
“Better be only me,” I say, even though in the back of my head, I realize that might not be the truth. “What do you want?”
“I want you to fill me up.” And then she tosses me the lube, and I know exactly what she needs.
I lube up as well, and then slowly insert myself into both of her holes with my fingers.
“Yes,” she cries out. “Oh my God, Ryot.”
Pleased with her response, I lower my head to her slick clit and say, “No matter what happens to us, Myla, this cunt, it will always be mine. Do you hear me?”
“Yes,” she groans right before I press my tongue against her and take a long, languid stroke. “Oh . . . my . . . God.”
As I work my hand in and out of her, I continue to press the flat of my tongue against her clit, pulling out every moan, every pleasure in her body, and I revel in it. I revel in her taste, in the spasms that wrack her, and in the way she begs and pleads for me to go faster.
“Ryot, fuck . . . just . . . just fuck me hard. I need to be fucked. Please.”
The sound of her pleas, the throatiness in her voice, it has me hardening, and I give myself a few more seconds of fucking her with my fingers before I feel fully ready and then bring my cock to her entrance. Her hands grip the comforter beneath her, and she yells out in pleasure as I enter her.
Hands on her hips, I move in and out at a relentless pace. Oh my fucking God. I have missed this. Her. The feel of her.
Emotions evade me as I realize what the hell I’m doing. This woman, the love of my life, I’m giving her what she wants, what she needs. I know I signed those papers, I know I told her I would let her walk away, but fuck . . . I’m not sure that’s possible. I’m not sure I can let go of this, of her. Not when everything feels so right. Not when I feel like I could get lost in her forever. This, us, we’re supposed to be with each other. There’s no mistaking it.
So how do I keep her?
How do I make sure I always have her in my life?
This feeling, how do I hold on to it forever?