Her hands found their way to his hair as she pulled him in closer. He loved feeling her hands on him, even more, when it was to bring them both even more pleasure. He ground his hips into her, teasing her and torturing himself because he wanted so fucking badly to bury himself inside of her.
“I can’t wait,” he groaned, not able to help the hunger in his voice.
“Don’t wait,” she breathed, surrendering more deeply to the kiss.
He reached his hand between their two sweat glistened bodies and positioned his cock at the entrance to her warm, wet sex. Lifting himself over her so he could look into her face, he thrust hard into her. She tilted her head back and closed her eyes, a sure sign that he was doing exactly what she wanted.
He pulled out slowly, and then surged forward again, and again, over, and over. With each pull and thrust in, he picked up speed. He bent down onto his forearms and elbows and wrapped his hands around her face, “Look at me, Lily. I want to see your eyes as you come for me,” he spoke in a commanding voice, the voice he knew she loved.
Her eyes opened and her gaze met his and locked. She bit her bottom lip and moaned as he slid in one last time, pushing them both over the edge. She screamed out his name as she came, closing her walls around his cock and squeezing out all his cum he had inside as he emptied himself into her welcoming body.
“God I love this,” she told him, still breathing heavily from their little tryst.
“So do I,” he said. “So do I.”
“You look exhausted. Do you need me to leave so you can get some rest?” She asked him. She was always thoughtful like that. Her care for people was one of the things he loved most about her.
“I am exhausted, but you don’t need to leave. Stay. Please? We could set an alarm and wake up in a few hours, have another go, and then you can head back to your room.”
“Okay,” she smiled. “That sounds like a plan.”
He rolled over and grabbed the bedside clock to set an alarm for three hours from then. It would give him enough time to rest a bit before waking up for dinner. They didn’t have to leave on their next flight until the next afternoon, so he could sleep in tomorrow as well.
Once the alarm was set, he turned back over and pulled her onto his chest. She curled around him and relaxed. It felt good to have someone in his arms. When they were away, he missed his wife, so being able to steal this little time with no one knowing was something he was going to cherish.
It didn’t take long before he heard the soft breathing coming from her, indicating she was asleep. He smiled to himself and closed his eyes, ready to sleep himself.
4
Lily
Beep! Beep! Beep!
Lily groaned at the intrusion into her erotic dream.
“Wake up, sleepyhead.”
She opened her eyes and looked up into the smiling face of Jasper. His hair was a mess, but he still looked so damn good.
She glanced at the clock: Six-thirty in the evening.
“No,” he chuckled, his voice still a bit gravely sounding from sleep. “We didn’t sleep all night. It’s time for us to get ready for dinner. But first…” He rolled her over onto her back and climbed on top of her. She laughed at the boyish look on his face.
“We were supposed to have a little fun to work up an appetite,” he said, and then he leaned down to kiss her. The kiss started slowly but grew in urgency as he deepened it.
She loved kissing him. He was a fantastic kisser and she could do this all night long without complaint. But, she also wanted sex. She wanted him deep within her, filling her and punishing her in the pleasurable way he always did. She wanted him to push them over that cusp and into the floods of ecstasy.
She opened her legs to invite him in and wrapped them around his hips. He positioned himself at her opening and pushed inside slowly. It was torture because she wanted it hard and fast. It was the way he always fucked her and she loved it. Only he did that to her, and no one else before, only him.
They rocked their hips together as they performed the old primal mating ritual. Each time he slid inside was like heaven, and she felt a euphoric thrill shoot through her body as he started moving faster and faster at a frenzied pace that only resulted in her further enjoyment. She loved it this way with him.
His breathing grew heavy, as did hers. Quicker and faster breaths began to match the pace of their dance. He was pounding her, she was pulling his hair, they were climbing to that peak until…
“Fuuuuck!” She screamed as her climax hit. “Oh, God, Jasper…fuuuck!” Over, and over, she yelled his name as she came, hard. Her pussy clamped down around his cock as he slowed his pace and groaned out her name as he came, shooting his cum into her and filling her hole.
“Damn,” he panted, “that was amazing.” He smiled down at her, a look of sheer satisfaction showing on his face. She smiled back, “Yes, it was,” she agreed, and it was the truth. It was amazing, what they had just done.
Many times sex between them was more making love, but she needed more than the tender loving he always gave. Sometimes she needed it rough. Sometimes she just needed to be fucked, used.
And Jasper knew when to give her the loving, tender, passionate sex, and when to give her the hard, rough, fuck. He was the perfect man. At home, he was the softie, when they were away, he was the bad boy she craved. Could she get any luckier?
He kissed the tip of her nose, “Are you hungry now?” He asked her.
“Do you even have to ask?” She laughed because he knew her well enough by now to know that she was usually always hungry. She was one of those lucky women who could eat all day long and lose weight rather than gain a pound.
He rolled off her and picked up the phone on the nightstand to call room service.
“While you order food, I am going to wash up,” she told him. He nodded to show he heard her and proceeded to place their dinner order. She walked into the bathroom to freshen up and use the restroom. She took the band off her wrist and pulled her hair back into a low ponytail, then scrubbed the sleep from her face. She usually only wore makeup when she was working, so she wasn’t too afraid to walk out into the room with nothing on except a towel.
When she opened the door, he was standing here waiting for her.
“Food should be here in a few minutes. I am going to hop in the shower before it arrives,” he said.
“Great! I’ll just watch some T.V. while you wash up.”
He leaned down and kissed her cheek as they passed one another, him entering the bathroom and she walking toward the bed. She settled in to surf the channels, looking for something interesting to watch.
After going through the entire guide three times, she finally settled on a rerun of ‘I Love Lucy’. She grew up watching these reruns, and Lucy and Ethel’s humor was still just as funny as it was when she was younger.
When the episode featuring Lucy auditioning for some cough syrup commercial was ending, the credits rolling, Jasper opened the bathroom door and walked out of the bathroom, clouds of steam following in his trail reminiscent of the scene from “Grey’s Anatomy’ when “McSteamy” exited the bathroom in his debut on the show.
She smiled at him as he stood there, his towel wrapped around him and set low on his hips, his abs and chest muscles on full display for her viewing pleasure. He looked delicious.