While Paul reads, I open my laptop. It's amazing how the words flow out of me now. My fingers fly over the keys. An hour passes, and I’ve written two more chapters. I close the laptop, suddenly tired.
Paul looks at me carefully. “You need to rest. I’ll show you your room.”
He stands and I follow him through the door. The short hallway leads to a bedroom on the left and a bathroom to the right, with cupboard space at the end.
The bedroom houses another floor-to-ceiling bookshelf. Pillows are propped up on the double bed, and a reading lamp is clamped to the headboard.
“I love your cabin, Paul," I say.
“It’s not much, but it’s home." He heads out the door to the cupboard at the end of the short hallway. "I'll get you a towel if you want to shower."
He comes back with a towel and puts it on the bed at the same time that I reach for it. Our hands brush, and a spark of heat shoots up my arm. Our eyes lock, and heat sparks between us. HIs gaze flicks to my lips as he leans toward me Then his lips meet mine in a gentle kiss.
Memories of his hands on me make my body heat, and I want that again.
I lean toward Paul and twist my hips so they push against him. I'm feeling bold. I'm feeling confident. I just wrote two freaking chapters of a book; I can do anything.
My hands trail down his shirt and over his hard muscles. His hands tangle in my hair, and the kiss turns urgent and hungry.
Paul is being so good to me, and I want to return the favor.
My fingers drag down the front of his jeans and over the hard bulge there. As I slowly drop to my knees, my hands caress his thighs.
"Hey, what are you doing?"
I bite my lower lip, looking up at him as I slide my fingers under his belt.
"I want to make you feel as good as you made me feel last night."
Paul groans, and it’s a low sexy rumble in his throat that makes me wet between the legs.
"You don’t have to do that, Cassie."
My hand slides into his jeans and around the back, and I tug them down over his buttocks.
"I know.” There’s a patch of dampness on his boxers right at the end of the bulge of his hard cock. I lean in and kiss it. “But I want to.”
My hand slides into his boxers, and I slide them down his hips. His cock pops out, pointing straight at me, thick, long, and hard.
I keep my breathing steady. I’ve never done this before. I’ve never been so bold. But Paul makes me feel like I can do anything.
I press my lips to the throbbing cock in front of me.
Paul lets out a guttural sound in his throat, and that emboldens me. My tongue flicks out and licks from shaft to tip, tasting his saltiness. My mouth encloses the head of his cock.
He groans, an animalistic noise that sends heat between my legs. I want to make him make those sounds forever.
I’ve never done this before, so I go on instinct. One hand clasps the base of his shaft as I take him into my mouth, as far down as I can manage. His dick hits the back of my throat, and I gag.
His hands tangle in my hair, and he pulls my head back. "Hey, go easy. You can stop anytime you want.”
I answer with my eyes locked on his, licking the tip of his cock like a lollipop. Paul groans, and his eyes roll back into his head.
I slide my mouth down his hard cock, my hands meeting in the middle, one on his shaft, one guiding him into my mouth. I try to keep my teeth out of the way, and use my tongue and lips to bring him pleasure slowly. I know he’s enjoying it by the groans he makes and the way his hips thrust forward.
“Fuck…” he mumbles, moaning, my name on his lips. It makes me even wetter between the legs.
"Touch yourself, Cassie.”
