Page 7 of Loving February


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“Hello. Welcome to Cupid’s Cove Bed and Breakfast. I’m Lisa. Do you have a reservation?”

“Yes. Ahearn and Graham.”

“I have Ahearn in the Aphrodite Suite, but no Graham, and we are sold out. You could try the hotel down the street if you need another room,” Lisa says unhelpfully.

“No. That’s fine. The Aphrodite Suite will do.”

“Excellent. I just need the credit card you’d like to use and your driver’s license. Will you be parking a car with us?”

“No. Here you go.” I watch as he slides over a Black American Express Card and his driver's license.

“Alright,” she says, typing ridiculously fast. “Here’s your key. Enjoy your stay. Three meals a day are served in the dining room. Take the stairs up to the second floor. The Aphrodite Suite is the last door on the right.”

“Thank you,” we say at the same time. Connall takes the key and my hand again. I’m totally loving this hand-holding thing he’s doing.

Once we are in the room, I immediately notice that there is only one bed. I can do this.

He drops our bags on the floor; the thud reverberates loudly, making me jump.

“Did I scare you?”

“Yes, no, maybe,” I breathe.

He pulls me closer to him. I’m too stunned to do anything but let him take my coat off. He tosses onto the chair, his follows. He kicks off his boots, and I do the same. Then his lips are on mine. I moan into his mouth, and he deepens the kiss. My hands dive into his hair. The next thing I know, I'm pinned to the wall to the left of the door and my hands are entwined in just one of his larger hands above my head. His other hand reaches down and pulls the hem of my knee-length black skirt.

“Is all this wetness for me?”

“Who else would it be for?” I moan as his fingers pump shallowly inside of me.

“I'm gonna destroy this pussy for any other man,” he says, pulling his fingers from me.

“What other man?” I ask.

“Any of them,” he says, putting one of his fingers into my mouth. The very same fingers that were just swiping through my wetness. I groan and lose my mind. My lips devour his. His deft fingers find the eye hook above my zipper, and he opens it, then slides the zipper down. My skirt pools at my feet. He pulls away from my mouth, leaning away from me. I lift one bare foot, then the other, kicking away the garment. I still have my white button-up shirt on, as well as the corset, thong, and garters I normally wear.

Once he sees the garters hanging down on my thighs, he mumbles something, but I can't understand what he's saying. I'm pretty sure I can hear my heart pounding; anything else is impossible.

Suddenly, he grips my shirt and rips it open. I moan as buttons fly away from my chest and make little pinging sounds as they land.

“No fucking way,” he curses.

“What?” I ask, reaching for him.

“Is this always what you’ve got going on underneath your clothes?” He runs his hands over my body reverently.

“Yes, why? Do you not like it?”

“I fucking love it, but if I knew this was waiting for me to unwrap, work would never get done. Now, take it all off. Let me see what’s mine,” he says, and I strip it off for him. “God damn, babe. You’re so fucking beautiful.”

“Thank you. You’re not so bad yourself?” I ask as he peels the torn shirt off of my body. I reach for his shirt, pulling it over his head. I move to his belt. Despite never having done this, I open it easily along with his pants, and they hit the floor. He’s not wearing any boxers or anything, so his hard, huge cock springs forward. “Oh God,” I say, biting my bottom lip. He wraps his fist around it, pumping his hand up and down. I can’t take my eyes off of him.

I’m not at all prepared for him to abruptly stop. He drops to his knees in front of me. He licks around my belly button before diving into my pussy. His tongue feels like it's everywhere at once. I’m fucking coming before long and want more as soon as he’s done.

“Wow,” I murmur.

“Let me have you,” he says. “Please.”

“I’m yours.” I move into his arms, and he lifts me up, carrying me to the bed.

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