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The cool stone tiles beneath my feet were patterned, providing traction. The water was warm but not hot, relaxing me as I watched my husband undress. His body was strong and tall and straight. His muscles gleamed in the light. I realized he looked like a statue come to life. Antonio was too perfect to be real.
That went double for the appendage between his legs, which was proudly jutting forward. Toward me. He was always ready for me, it seemed.
“No jet lag?” I teased.
“I’m never too tired for you,” he growled, pulling me against his turgid erection. I gasped at the heat of it. He positioned us so that the water poured over us and kissed me. It wasn’t a soft, sweet kiss. It was demanding. Rough.
Things went from zero to sixty in an instant as our hands desperately moved over each other’s body.
“Damn, we really should wash up first.”
I giggled as he moaned, but he squirted shower gel into his hands and I did the same. We explored each other’s body, thoroughly cleaning ourselves in the process. He even washed my hair for me.
He turned off the water and wrapped me in a towel, carrying me across the suite to the massive ornately-carved wood bed. It must be custom, I thought to myself. It was much larger than a king.
He tossed me on the bed, not hard, just enough that I bounced a little. He grinned at me and reached for the towel, tugging it away from my damp skin. I stared up at him, licking my lips unconsciously.
“So I was thinking . . . how about a quickie?”
I nodded eagerly. I didn’t want to wait for him. It was the sort of thing I was still too shy to ask for, even though he encouraged me. The frank way he talked about sex was something I was still getting used to.
“I fucking want you so bad, Evie.”
He crawled over me, kissing and stroking as he went up my legs. He paused to taste between my legs. I gasped and my head fell back as he tongued me. There was something so sweet and hot about the way he kissed me there. I was still a little self-conscious about the intimacy of it, but I loved it all the same.
Almost as much as I loved his cock inside me.
I tugged at his shoulders, bringing his head up.
“Hurry!”
He grinned wider and nipped my inner thigh.
“You’re the boss,” he said, lifting himself up and positioning his tip against my entrance. We both moaned as he pushed forward, my body welcoming him in. I felt less awkward and inexperienced with him inside me. Now, we were both out of control. It wasn’t just me making squeaky little embarrassing noises.
Antonio grunted as he gripped my hips and told me to “hold on tight.” He started slow and hard but quickly picked up steam. Soon, his hips were moving like a locomotive. One of those old trains we saw in the movies. Relentless and unstoppable.
“Fuck, Evie. I love you so fucking much,” he ground out as his hips flexed above me. “You feel so fucking good.”
I whimpered, my mind registering how many times he said the word ‘fuck’. I knew from experience that the more he said it, the closer he was to coming. I lifted my hips to meet his, and he cursed, rolling to his back. He held my hips in place so that I was above him.
“What . . .”
“Ride me, sweetheart,” he demanded huskily. “I want to watch you ride me.”
I laid my hand on his stomach for support as I tried to do as he asked. I curled my hips slightly, knowing full well that my cheeks were bright red. His eyes moved over me, devouring my breasts and body and then settling between my legs to watch.
“Fuck, that is hot,” he breathed.
Encouraged, I circled my hips again. He hissed in pleasure. I got into a rhythm, mimicking what my husband did when he was on top.
Well, kinda.
The way he was looking at me was adding to the sensations. Then he did something unexpected. He reached for me and started stroking me, right at my most sensitive spot.
“Ah!”
I didn’t stand a chance. I was coming, hard and fast. He cursed and started driving upward into me as I lost my tempo, my body contorting as the waves of pleasure rolled through me. The orgasm didn’t seem to stop, even as he gripped me and rolled us again until he was on top of me. He bucked wildly, more out of control than I’d ever seen him before.
He cursed as he came, his hips pumping an endless stream of liquid heat straight into my center. We thrashed on the clean white sheets together, holding each other close as the world around us disappeared.
