She rolled her eyes, but I saw the pleased expression on her face. “When do I get to appreciate? You’re still dressed.”
“Let’s take care of that.” I sat up, and together, we unbuttoned my shirt before I shrugged out of it. Jacey slung her leg over my thighs, straddling me as she reached for the button of my jeans. With excruciating slowness, she flipped open the button and slid down the zipper. My cock sprang up, freed, covered only by the thin cotton of my boxers.
Jacey closed her fingers over my length, pumping me a couple of times before she helped take my jeans and boxers the rest of the way down my legs and off me. Once the pants were out of the way, she lay down between my legs, looking up at me.
“What do you like?” She fisted me again, running her finger tips along my length.
My voice was hoarse as I gazed down at her. “Kiss it. Lick it. Take me deep. Whatever you want to do, because as long as it’s you, it’s going to be the best thing I’ve ever felt.”
Her eyebrows rose. “Carte blanche. I like it.” She brought her head down, her tongue darting out to swirl around the crown. When she teased the slit, I growled in agonized pleasure. Before I could recover, she’d taken me between her lips, bobbing up and down over me, moving languidly at first and then with increasing speed.
My balls tightened as her hot little mouth worked magic on me. I combed my fingers into her hair, caressing her head. “Jacey, babe ... I want to come inside you.”
She kissed the tip of my dick and slithered up my body. “I want you inside me, too. But we’ve got all night.”
“We do. But I want this now. I’ve been fantasizing about burying myself inside you. I want to sink into you, feel you around me ... God, babe. Now.”
“Yes. Now.” She rose up over me and then paused. “Condom?”
I managed to nod. “Side pocket of my bag. Whole box of them.”
Jacey grinned. “Ambitious, are we?”
I huffed out a laugh. “Hopeful.” My eyes trailed her as she knelt by the suitcase and found the box. She ripped open the small packet and resumed her position, the tip of her tongue darting to the corner of her mouth as she focused on rolling the condom onto me.
“Now ...” She positioned her entrance over my erection. “Now.” Slowly, she lowered herself onto me, taking me in, deeper than I’d thought possible. Sucking in a deep breath, she ground down, searching for the move and rhythm that brought each of us the most pleasure. Once she’d found it, we both groaned.
“Owen ...” Jacey covered her boobs with her hands, pinching her nipples. “God, I love you. You are so perfect inside me. So hard, so long ...”
“You take me so deep. Your pussy is the sweetest thing. I want to fuck you hard, baby. Ride me. Ride me fast.”
Her breathing picked up, and bracing her hands against my chest, she rocked against me. I needed to be closer to her, to feel her slim body pressed close to my heart. I pushed myself up and wrapped my arms around her, bringing me even deeper inside her. Her eyes widened.
“Jacey, honey, I’m going to come. Are you ... God, I can’t stop. I have to—”
She threw back her head and let out a long keening cry as her pussy tightened around me, making it impossible for me to stop the pleasure that rocketed through me. I shouted, holding her tight, chanting her name over and over against her neck as I pulsed and throbbed within the woman I loved.
“Owen.” Jacey sighed my name as we collapsed together onto the bed. “God, that was ... I can’t think of a word. Perfect? Intense? Un-fucking-believable?”
“It was love, honey.” I swept her hair out of her face, kissing her flushed cheek. “It was incredible because it wasn’t just sex. It was me loving you. You loving me. It was us.”
Her full lips curved into a smile of repletion. “I like us.”
“I like us, too.” After I slipped out of bed to get rid of the condom, I settled myself behind her, curving my body around hers and draping one arm around her waist. Jacey sighed, relaxing into me. My eyes drifted shut as I breathed her scent deep and fell into the sleep of the satisfied and loved.
* * *
There had been a time in my life when getting up at five for PT every morning had been a simple thing. I’d party all weekend, hooking up with women, drinking, playing games of pick-up ball with my friends and staying up until all hours. And then I’d bounce out of bed on Monday morning with a smile on my face and a spring in my step. No problemo.
But that was then, and this was now.
Jacey and I had squeezed the shit out of this past weekend. We’d spent Saturday night alternating between the hottest sex I’d ever known and sleeping. We’d fucked in the shower, against the wall of the hotel room, in one of the wide winged chairs ... and I’d even bent her over the desk and taken her from behind.
Room service had brought us our dinner, which we’d eaten in bed while we talked, touched and kissed. Afterward, I’d rubbed her back until I was so hard that I had to have her again. She’d rolled over with a sleepy smile, slid down my body and sucked my cock until I’d come with a roar into her waiting mouth.
When the sky had lightened, we’d gotten up and finally left the room, walking on the beach hand in hand as the sun rose over the ocean. Jacey had told me stories about growing up on the beach, and I’d told her about what I wanted for my future—which I was beginning to think of asourfuture.
We’d arranged for a late check-out, so after the beach walk, we’d returned to the room and slept for a few hours before leaving to head home. When I’d dropped Jacey at her brother’s house, I’d asked if she wanted me to walk her inside.
