My knees wobble as I struggle to stay upright, reaching back to the wall for support.
Along the smooth wall, there’s none.
It’s then that he latches on to the sides of my panties and pulls them down. I’m at his disposal as he guides my movement until my panties are lost somewhere on the floor. A scream escapes my lips as his tongue laps my sensitive skin.
“You taste amazing.”
Words no longer form as his lips latch on to my clit and tease. “O-oh…”
“I promise we’ll do this sweet, but not right now.”
I fight to articulate. “Please, I don’t want sweet,” I pant as he stands and unbuckles his belt. “I want you. Take me.” I shudder as he releases his cock, and for the first time, I see what I’ve only imagined. He’s big and thick. And before I can contemplate more, he reaches for my behind and lifts me in the air, spreading my legs around his waist and opening me to him. With my hands on his shoulders, I lock my ankles.
Though the tip of his cock is near, it’s his fingers that first find my opening and make me whimper.
“Shana, you’re so fucking perfect.” His fingers continue to thrust. “So wet and tight.”
I can’t help but rock to his movements as he spreads my essence.
“Shana?”
“Please,” I scream out. “Please, take me.” My fingernails threaten the weave of his jacket as he pulls me down, sheathing himself with me. It’s all I can do not to scream again as I bite the jacket covering his shoulder.
He suddenly stills. “Are you all right?”
“Yes,” I pant, nodding as I move a little, each wiggle helping me adjust to his girth. It’s the most amazing fullness I’ve ever known. Once I’m there, I kiss his neck. “You feel so good. Please don’t stop.”
He doesn’t. Thrust after thrust, he does exactly what I’ve asked, taking me, marking me, and making me his. Nothing else in the world matters as we become one, in body and soul. Our movements, our breathing, and even the beating of our hearts are in sync as he takes me higher and higher. Like a spring twisted tighter and tighter, one about to snap, I’m losing control.
It’s been so long since my body has been this fulfilled; I’m gripping his shoulders for dear life, afraid that if I let go, I may fall without experiencing the ecstasy that is within reach. The room fills with the sound of our bodies against the wall, marked by whimpers and moans that sound vaguely familiar. It isn’t until I’m almost to the figurative edge that I realize it’s my voice I’ve been hearing.
With my orgasm almost within reach, Trevor’s lips find that place on my neck—the place he’d kissed Saturday night—and all hope for control is gone.
The world tilts on its axis. Stars in the sky collide. Up and down no longer exist. Directions cease to have meaning. My entire body implodes.
If this is what the big bang was like, no wonder it created the universe as we know it.
I’m spiraling out of control when Trevor’s body stills, the room filling with his deep powerful roar, the sound reverberating from him to me as he fills me with his warmth.
My forehead falls to his shoulder as aftershocks continue, and I ride out the best orgasm of my life. In his arms, I’m floating on the comforting sea as wave after wave washes through me. It isn’t until our eyes meet that I’m convinced I’m not lost in the monsoon.
His gaze is different than what I expected, silently encouraging me to say something. “Trevor, God, that was amazing.” I wince as we separate, and he moves me from his waist to my feet. Despite our separation, I hold on to his shoulders. “I’m not sure I can stand.”
With a chuckle, he lifts me in the air and carries me to my bed. It’s then I realize that except for my shoes and panties, we’re both fully dressed.
“I’m sorry, Shana.”
Sorry?
“Why?” I ask.
“I have condoms in my wallet. I just wanted you so badly, I didn’t even think.”
I crook my finger and bid him closer. “I’m not sixteen. I have condoms too.” I shrug. “I bought them today during my lunch break. It’s not all your responsibility.”
“I swear, I’m clean. I haven’t been with anyone in a long time.” He flashes his classic grin. “As you may have noticed, we didn’t exactly set any endurance records.”
“I’m clean too. I won’t bore you with how long it’s been, but let’s just say that my checkup has come and gone a few times. You don’t need to worry. I have the birth control insert. It’s still good.” I cock my head to the side. “And as for endurance, I’m not complaining.”
“That’s good to hear.”
I reach for the lapels of his jacket. “Now, Mr. Willis, unless your plan was to ravage me and leave, I’d say you’re overdressed.”
After easing out of his jacket, Trevor reaches for the buttons on the front of my dress and begins to slowly unbutton each one, opening the front to my bra. “We’re both overdressed because ravaging you was only the beginning.”
“There’s more?” I ask with a smirk.
“My lady, the night is young.”
Chapter Twenty
Trevor
I wake to the warmth of Shana’s body against mine, or more accurately, mine against hers. While waking with a hard-on isn’t unusual, having the woman of my dreams in bed beside me is. Reaching out, I run my fingers through her beautiful sex-mussed hair on the pillow beside me. In the morning light, the golden hue catches my attention while beneath my fingers, the soft curls remind me of spun corn silk. It’s my fantasy come to life.
I don’t try to suppress my smile as I recall how Shana’s hair became tousled.
It’s as my mind goes back to last night that my body responds. I shouldn’t want her again, not after all we did, but I do. Closing my eyes, I recall everything after our initial sonic connection. I remember carrying her to the bed, the way she stared up at me with her big blue eyes. My fingers twitch to touch her smooth skin as they remember unbuttoning her dress...
Last night...
Fuck!
Shana’s smile lights up the hotel suite as she willingly gives me access to each tiny button on the front of her dress. It’s like opening a package you’ve anticipated, one where you know the contents, but yet the reality is exceedingly better than the description.
The tiny lace cups pushing her tits upward have a small clasp between them. Without a word, I unlatch it, opening the package and moving aside the packaging. Perfect and round, I lean forward, sucking one and then the other between my lips. Each time I trace her hard nipple with my tongue, her back arches and the best soft mews fill my ears.
Slowly, I ease the dress from her body, leaving the unfastened bra as the only piece of remaining clothing. “Miss Price, I believe you’re still overdressed.”
Her head shakes from side to side, her long golden hair billowing against the pillow in waves at each movement. “And I’m going to stay that way until you join me.”
“Oh, my lady, I’m right here.”
“No, Trevor. I’ve been dreaming about you since Indianapolis. I want to see all of you, from your wide chest to those sexy thighs.”