I swept Marni's clothes off as we rolled around on the bed, kicking the remnants of our snackage to the floor. We stopped rolling, and finally, I had her under me, naked. I broke our kiss, so I could pull back just enough to take her in. She was magnificent.
"You're so fucking gorgeous," I panted, struggling to control the need that burned in me. I wanted to take my time, I really did. I wanted to worship this woman, learn every fucking curve of her, memorize her body with my fingertips. And my tongue. I wanted to make her come. More than once. More than twice. A million times and for the rest of our lives. That was my goal.
"Brick-"
"Josh," I blurted. "I want to be Josh when I'm with you like this." I think I surprised myself more than I surprised her with my request. Okay, it was more like a plea. I didn't want to be 'Brick, the rock star' with her. I wanted to be 'Josh, the man.' Her man.
Marni's surprise morphed into sweet tenderness. "Josh," she said, testing it out.
It was the best thing I'd ever heard.
"I need you to stop staring and touch me," she continued, oblivious to the rapture she was creating inside me.
"Anything you want," I vowed, but she stopped me when I moved to fulfill my promise.
"Wait." Her hands landed on my forearms. "Take your clothes off first."
I'd never moved so fast in my life, and soon my clothes were somewhere on the floor tangled up with hers. Once we were skin to skin I had to slow my breathing. The sensation was too much. All my blood traveled south, deserting my brain and leaving me lightheaded. "I really want to take my time with you," I repeated, this time as an apology because I knew it was no use. This was going to be fast, and I could only hope that she'd forgive me.
Marni's legs parted, making space for me between them, while her arms wrapped around my neck.
"I'm not gonna last," I practically whimpered. Yes, I fucking whimpered. That's what this woman did to me. "I'm not even inside you yet, and it's going to be over before-"
"Shh." She shushed me, giggling. "We've got all night." Her smile was radiant, and I was lost.
She was with me, but how could she remain so calm? Why wasn't she as affected as I was? Why was I the only one coming undone?
"Josh?" She smoothed the frown lines from my face. "What's wrong?"
I opened my mouth and closed it again. Determined not to ruin it and totally piss off my dick, I shook my head. "Nothing. Just let me grab a condom." I broke from her embrace to snatch what I needed from my wallet and jumped back onto the bed tearing the foil open at the same time. I was a multitasker. I protected us and settled back between her thighs, letting her wrap me up in her arms once more.
Kissing her, I slipped my tongue between her lips and tasted chocolate ice cream and Marni, my new favorite flavor. She met me stroke for warm, wet stroke, answering my ragged groan with a velvet moan. My mouth trailed down her chest to her tits where I gloried in the wonder of the two perfectly shaped mounds, tonguing her nipples into tight peaks before moving farther south. I closed my mouth over her pussy, unable to resist the taste of her and wanting to make sure she was ready for me.
Marni
Oh my god.
Oh my god.
OH. MY. GOD.
I'd had no idea. I'd had no idea it would feel like this. Brick's mouth was magic.
Josh. Think of him as Josh.
My back bowed off the bed as he ate at me with gusto. I had no idea I was that flexible; I was practically U-shaped. Josh's talented tongue hit places my fingers hadn't even been able to manipulate in the same way, and my orgasm hit me like a nuclear blast, tearing a short scream from my throat. I was floating on a cloud high above the earth when my legs lifted and Josh was wedging his cock, the size of which I had grossly underestimated, inside me. I gasped, not in pain, but from the sheer glory of the way he stretched me. I wiggled my hips to accommodate him, feeling like I couldn't get enough even though I couldn't possibly take any more of him.
"Fuck," he hissed. "So goddamn perfect."
Sweat had beaded on his skin, his face tense with the strain of holding back.
I swept a wayward lock of hair off his forehead and lifted my face to his. "Fuck me," I commanded and watched in utter fascination as his control snapped. He reared back before slamming into me with enough force to slide us toward the headboard. I wrapped my legs around his back and my arms around his neck. Josh's hands went under my shoulders to lock me in place while he pounded me, effectively preventing me from slamming the top of my head into the headboard and having to explain to the hotel owner why I was suing him for medical bills related to a concussion.
He was right; it was over quick. But not so quick that we didn't both find the kind of release that only comes when two people who are connected on such a level that the orgasm is just as much an emotional release as it is a physical one.
It was intense, to say the least.
After, we laid tangled up in each other, our limbs limp noodles and panting like marathon runners on the twenty-fifth mile.
Pass the Gatorade.
Neither of us spoke while our heart rates returned to normal rhythms, but the sound of crinkling cellophane caught my attention.
"Uh oh," I said, pushing up off Brick's chest.
"What uh oh?"
"Sounds like Simon's into something he's not supposed to be." I rolled, taking four rotations to make it to the edge of the ridiculously oversized mattress.
"Huh. I'd forgotten he was even here," Brick muttered. "Is it weird that we just had sex with a squirrel in the room? Do you think he watched us with his beady little eyes?" An exaggerated shudder wracked his body and he made a creeped out sound.
"It's only weird now that you're making it weird," I pointed out, extricating Simon from a decimated bag of cheese curls. I didn't dare try to take the crunchy treat gripped between his tiny paws, so I just wadded up what was left of the bag and shoved it in the nightstand drawer. I dusted some of the cheese-flavored powder from his whiskers and deposited him on the bed with Brick before cleaning up the rest of the mess, shoving bags of chips and candy into the small dresser the room afforded rather than the garbage since my industrious little furball would just dig it back out anyway.
"I could watch you walk around naked all day." Brick's words were slightly slurred from fatigue, and I felt my insides turn to mush at the way he cradled Simon in the crook of him arm as he drifted off to sleep.
I pulled on Brick's discarded t-shirt and slid back into bed next to them, my body and mind finally giving out as I drifted off into oblivion.
I woke two hours later to the one thing I feared the most.
"Alright, sweetheart, just calm down. Take a deep breath for me." Brick's hushed voice drifted across the room.
I opened my eyes to see him tugging on a pair of jeans one-handed, his other hand holding his phone to his ear.
"Yeah, honey, I can meet you."
I bit down on my lip, torn between wanting to ask him what was going on and not wanting to have my heart ripped from my chest.
Fear won out. I kept my mouth shut, straining to hear what he said next, and watched him continue to dress while talking in soft tones to whoever was on the other end of the line. Suddenly, his back straightened and he turned, looking in my direction. I slammed my eyes shut, feigning sleep, and hoped that he bought it. He was quiet for a beat before letting out a breath and saying, "No, I'll come to you. Text me where you are; I'm on my way."