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And the easiest.
I feel right for the first time in as long as I can remember. Not just life-is-going-good sort of right. I mean, that down into your soul, the marrow of your bones, your heart finally finding a rhythm it didn’t know before…that sort of right.
The only part that is wrong is I’m not ten inches inside her with her cum on my lips and dripping down my balls.
But, it wasn’t time. I want this woman. In every way. I don’t know how we are going to make it happen, but we will.
I will. Even if I have to drag her along duct taped and chained. I’ve got plenty of both.
Sitting still and quiet gives me the chance to listen to each and every breath. There is a slight wheezing now, but she isn’t struggling anymore. But every time she coughs, or her breathing halts—even for a beat—I’m on alert. Her inhaler is next to my bed, and my car keys are ready to get her to the emergency room.
Her hair is a mess around her head. Her cheeks are pink and warm. Because I touch them every few minutes, so I know. She lays on her side, facing me now, with one hand under the side of her head, the other curled under her chin.
I train my eyes downward, where the sheets end just below her chest. Through the white fabric of the t-shirt I lent her to sleep in, I can see deep rose colored nipples, the peaks just pressing outward, and I feel my cock twitch.
Even at dinner, I couldn’t keep my eyes off her. And Gayl, her mom, gave me a couple knowing glances. She’s more street smart than Issi, and she knows her daughter. She and Issi act more like sisters, and from the age difference, I’m betting they feel like they grew up together. So her mother is more aware of things than most.
I kept things polite, but what I felt had to be sending out signals to the entire dining room.
Running my thumb across her lips, I feel the warm breath there. I thought about taking my cock out and trying to ease the ache, but I’ve come to the conclusion rather quickly that nothing will do that but her.
How I’ve been ruined by a woman in a matter of hours, I don’t fucking know.
But I do know I’d do anything for her.
Including wait.
“SLEEPING BEAUTY.” I rub her shoulder softly.
It’s seven am, and I got up and opened the heavy hotel curtains just a minute ago to see the sun peeking over the horizon. It’s clear, which means it’s still cold as hell, but the rays of light streaming through the opening cast a glow around her that, much to my surprise, makes her even more stunning.
I didn’t think that was possible.
“What time is it?” She sits bolt upright, her crystal blue eyes darting around as she runs her hands through her wild cream-colored hair trying to tame it.
“Seven,” I answer, walking to the room service cart I had delivered while she slept. “Cream? Sugar?” I ask as I pour a cup of the steaming liquid into a mug.
“Black.” She blinks and sits up cross-legged under the covers, her hands moving into her lap blinking trying to adjust. “Once I was out, I slept like the dead. You didn’t take advantage of your soon to be stepsister in her sleep, did you?” She smiles, and my heart lights up.
“I cannot confirm or deny,” I joke back.
I make her a plate of fruit and croissant as well, then walk over with the coffee and food and hand her the mug, setting the small plate on the bedding next to her. Her fingertips brush mine as she takes the coffee and even that slightest of touches has my desire for her buzzing and my ever-hard cock jerking another inch upward.
She takes a long sip and her eyes close as she lets out a contented sigh. “Heaven.” There’s a smile on her lips as she takes another sip, then her eyes open and connect instantly to mine. “Thanks. But I do need to get moving. Big day. My mom is coming to my house to get ready at eight-thirty.” She takes a bite of melon from the plate, then tears off a corner of the pastry and puts it in her mouth.
“I’ll get you home. I checked with the front desk and the fire department. Your car is still here, I’ve contacted an acquaintance of mine who restores cars. Classic Jeeps and trucks are his specialty. He’s got a service that will come and pick it up.”
She shakes her head slightly. “I need to know how much it’s going to cost. I’m cheap.”
“It’s on me.”
She opens her mouth to protest, but I hold a hand up. “He owes me. I got him in on some well investments’ years back, and he made a shit ton of money. He’s going to do it no charge. So you have no reason to fuss.”
