Just I wondered what he would do next, I felt the pressure of his tongue on my lips, warm and wet. Duncan opened me, dragging his tongue over my clit, his fingers entering me once again. This time he didn’t need to ask me to make noise. He ate me so well, so expertly, that I couldn’t help but scream and moan as I squirmed against him. And it didn’t take me long at all to come. I grabbed the soft sheets, gripping them so hard I worried I might rip through them. I collapsed forward, my chest rising and falling as the intensity cooled, my body relaxing after such pleasure.
“How many is that?” he asked.
I was sure he knew the answer – he just wanted to hear me say it. “Th…three.”
“Mmmm, still not enough.”
I groaned, my face pressed into the sheets.
He grabbed my hips again, lifting me back onto all fours. As much like jelly as I felt at that moment, I was still ready for more.
Duncan undid my bra as easily as snapping his fingers, releasing my breasts. He grabbed one, then the other, his touch making my nipples harden, as it always did. He dragged his head against my clit, causing more pleasure to vibrate through my body. Duncan shoved his cock inside me, pumping slowly several times before beginning to drill me at such a steady, incredible pace that my vision blurred.
“That feel good?” he asked, his voice gruff.
“So…so fucking good.”
“Then say it like you mean it.”
“It feels so, fucking, good!” I yelled, my voice filling the bedroom.
Duncan fucked me until I was on the brink of another orgasm, but when I was almost there, he stopped, sliding his cock out of me. He grabbed me around the waist and flipped me over so I was on my back on the mattress. He crawled up the bed and hovered over me, holding himself up with his muscular arms.
“Tell me what you want,” he ordered.
“I…I want you to make me come again. And I want you to come with me.”
He smirked. “Good girl.”
The three orgasms had obliterated me, turned me into putty in his hands. Duncan grabbed his cock and pushed it inside, more moans flowing from my mouth. I wrapped my legs around him, bringing him close. The three orgasms prior to that had been driven by lust. The fourth, however, was something else. Duncan moved in me passionately, our bodies writhing to the same rhythm, our eyes locked.
“Come for me,” he said. “Right now.”
I closed my eyes and nodded, then released, the ecstasy rushing through my body, taking me apart. Duncan pushed hard into me at the crest of it, coming at the same time, his cock pulsing and shooting deeply inside me. We rose and fell together, our bodies one. And when he was done, when I was done, he pulled me close and kissed me.
“That was four,” he said with a grin. “New record?”
“New record.”
All I wanted after that was to be held, and he gave me just that. With the fire crackling softly in the living room, we fell asleep in one another’s arms.
Duncan
The water was perfect. I put my hand into the depths of the outdoor hot tub, pleased by how good it felt. Perfect – that’s what I wanted. I wanted a perfect morning to go with a perfect evening. But the moment I took my hand out of the water, I thought of the text I’d received from Andrew, remembering everything was on the verge of changing.
No sense in worrying about that right now, I told myself.
Once I confirmed the water was just right, I went into the living room just in time to hear a knock at the front door. Room service. I cinched my robe’s sash tight and went to the front door. On the way there, I glanced into the bedroom to see Annie still sleeping soundly, the covers pulled around her gorgeous body.
“Good morning, Dr. Pitt!” said the young, bright-eyed room service employee. In front of him was a cart of food, several plates covered in silver cloches.
“Morning.” He handed me the receipt to confirm it was all there and I signed, making sure to leave him a generous tip.
“Thanks!” he said, his eyes widening as he saw what I’d left him. He pushed the cart into the room before heading out. Once the door shut, I quickly rolled the cart closer to the sofa, my stomach rumbling.
“That looks like quite a spread.”
I glanced up when I heard her voice. She, like me, was wearing nothing but a fluffy robe with the Four Seasons logo on the chest. It was open just enough to allow me to see the perfect tops of her breasts, which made me want to have a repeat of the night before.
“I figured we worked up an appetite last night,” I said. “Nothing like some carb-loading in the morning.”
“That we did,” she said with a coy smile as she stepped over. “What’ve we got?”
“We’ve got stuffed French toast, sausage, ham, steak.” I took off the lids as I spoke, revealing each plate. “Fruit and the best scrambled eggs you’ve ever had in your life.”
“If there’s coffee as well, I think this just might be as close to heaven as I’ve come on Earth.”
“Of course there’s coffee,” I scoffed playfully, reaching down and taking the carafe from the lower tier of the cart.
She groaned and said, “I think I just might die.”
She sat down at the nearby table, her eyes on the window. It was perfectly white outside. The snow that’d fallen was still fresh and untouched. The mountains rose in the distance, capped with their own fresh snow.
“Amazing,” she sighed as she stared at Mother Nature’s beauty.
“Glad you’re enjoying it. I’m thinking after the fuss of last night, we’ve both earned a relaxing day. Sound good?”
“Sounds perfect.”
I went to work on the food, filling a couple of plates and setting them on the table along with some fresh coffee. We sat and ate in silence, the fireplace crackling.
“I’m thinking after breakfast we check out the hot tub.”
“I’m down,” she said. “But I didn’t bring a swimsuit.”
I winked as I popped a bit of sliced sausage into my mouth.
“Ahh,” she said, understanding my look.
More silence passed as we ate, the comfort of the room, the delicious food, and the incredible view of the city a relaxing setting after an energetic night.
“Something else I wanted to talk to you about,” I said. “I got a text from my brother this morning.”
Her eyebrows rose as she sipped her coffee. “Is that right?”
“He wants to know if we can meet him tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow? That’s sooner than I expected.”
“I know. We’re both busy, and we have to make time for each other when we can. If you want to reschedule, that’s totally fine with me – I’ll understand.”
I hoped she wouldn’t. How she and Andrew reacted to seeing one another would determine exactly how this relationship between us would work out. But I still had to keep a little to myself. If I had my way, she wouldn’t ever find out that I knew who she was before we’d started seeing each other. She’d never find out that our first meeting hadn’t been accidental. It’d all be a humorous coincidence. Sure, it might be awkward as hell, but hopefully they’d both get over it.