“Agreed.” The best I’ve had, in fact. I’m too afraid to say that part aloud. It feels too personal, too intimate. This is just supposed to be for tonight. “Can I get you anything?” I ask instead.
“Some water would be great.”
I nod, and I grab us each a bottle from my stocked mini fridge.
She chugs half the bottle down and wipes her mouth with the back of her hand.
“Good call. Hydrate since I’m not done with you yet.” My eyes darken as they fall upon hers, and she doesn’t back down.
“Back at you.”
Jesus, I think I’m in love.
It’s a joke, obviously. We just met.
But somehow it feels like tonight with her is working to heal what’s broken.
She finishes her bottle of water. “Let me know when you’re ready for round two.”
My brows rise and my eyes widen a little as my jaw drops.
I think I just might have met the perfect woman.
I still need a little more time to recover, but it appears she does not. She wants more, and I want to give her more.
I glance at the table where we left Clive’s gift basket, and I bend down to rifle through what’s there. I pick up the butt plug, and she looks a little intrigued. I laugh. “You’re not leaving this resort without trying this on for size.”
She shifts. “Maybe start with something else.”
I pick up the box holding the bullet vibrator. Tatum and I had a great sex life back in our prime. We ventured into trying out toys every once in a while, but then they were relegated to the back of the drawer. Like everything else, I suppose, in the end.
I glance at Millie, and she looks like an angel spread out on the couch, her hair surrounding her like a halo, wearing just a shirt and panties.
I pull the bullet out of the box, and I test it out. It’s not a very strong vibration, so I pull out the charging cord to get it charged up. Then I grab her hand and lead her to my bathroom. I turn the shower on, and we each undress ourselves before we step in together.
I let her stand under the spray of water, and I lean down to kiss her. It’s slow and sensual as the steam builds around us, and I feel my cock stirring to life again.
It doesn’t feel like I’ve only known her a few hours. It feels like we’re connecting on some other level, a level where our bodies are already in sync with one another, like we both came to this resort needing something, and she was holding whatever that was captive for me, just as I was for her.
It has to be my imagination, or maybe it’s the whiskey. It could just be paradise, or the fact that I’ve fucked a new woman and it’s making me feel like a new man.
I pull back and wash her body slowly, sensually, and then she washes mine, too. She shampoos her own hair,and then she does mine. I exit first and dry myself off before wrapping a towel around my waist, and then she shuts off the water. I wrap the fluffy towel around her, and we both drop our towels. I sweep her up into my arms and carry her into the bedroom, where I deposit her on the bed before I head out to the living room to grab our charging toy.
I return, and she’s lying on the bed like a fucking queen waiting for me. She’s stroking her nipple absently, and there’s something inherently sexy about seeing her touch herself.
I set the toy on the edge of the bed, and I grip her legs and yank her until her ass is right at the edge. I kneel down.
“Spread your legs,” I demand, and when she does, I set them on my shoulders. I grab the toy, turn up the intensity, and press it to her clit.
“Oh,” she gasps, and I grin as I look up at her. Jesus, she’s sexy.
I watch her for a few beats, but the temptation is far too strong. I focus my gaze on her cunt, glistening and beautiful, spread before me, and I put a little more pressure on her clit as I dip my tongue inside her.
Her hips buck wildly off the bed, and damn, that’s hot. I thrust my tongue in and out of her, letting the toy handle her clit while I taste her over and over. I hum my approval against her body, and she grips tightly onto my hair, yanking on it as her body gives way to yet another orgasm.
She writhes on the bed, her legs pressing against my head, inadvertently keeping me right there in place, continuing the onslaught of pleasure from my end while she falls apart. She cries out with pleasure, and as her body starts to slow, I pull the toy away and allow myself one little suck on the sweet bundle of nerves that’s swollen from the intensity of what she just went through.
She laughs, sensitive after what I just did to her, and she sits up. “Stand,” she commands, and I listen.
