“Isn’t it?” I agree. “It’s got an indoor hydropool, a steam room, a full bar, and room service, and then outside there’s an outdoor oasis with a jacuzzi to emulate a personal hot spring. We have everything we need to stay here and just be naked.”
Qiang strides back up to me. “Do you think your stamina can last five days?” they ask, with a playful smile teasing the corners of their pretty mouth.
“Well, one, between practice, games, classes, and socializing, we haven’t really had a chance to test each other’s stamina just yet. What better setting to try? And two, I said five daysnaked, not five daysfucking. Don’t get me wrong, I’m hoping to do a lot of fucking over the next several days, but more than anything, I just want to be close to you, intimate, skin-to-skin, with no barriers. Doesn’t matter if we’re talking or fucking, just so long as it’s just us with nothing between.”
My heart stutters, stops, and repeats when I hear their slight intake of breath before they shakily exhale. Their eyes dilate at my words, and they reach their hand up and skate their fingers down my arm.
“Jesus, Marcus. How do you just say shit like that?”
I snort at that. “You mean vocalize my deepest desires? How else are they gonna come true?” I point out, hooking my fingers under their chin to tip their pretty face up to mine.
“Fair enough, then can I throw one out there?” they ask me hesitantly, their eyes on mine while they chew on their bottom lip.
“Yes, please. I want to knowallof your desires, Qiang, so that I can give them to you,” I tell them honestly, knowing there’s nothing I’drather do than scope out every desire they’ve ever had and watch their pleasure as I give it to them.
“I want to go slow tonight.Tender. I want to feel each brush of skin,” they tell me, their eyes swimming with the heavy emotion that’s slowly accumulated through the day.
I lean down and peck their inviting lips. “Are you asking me to make love to you instead of fuck you?”
Qiang shakes their head, a sweet smile spreading across their face.
“No, we’ve been making love since the beginning, Marcus. I just want to slow it down and savor it tonight.”
Once again, my heart simply stops for a couple of beats before starting back up and kicking into overdrive. Their words are like the sweetest balm to my heart.
“But first, I could seriously use a shower to get the road off of me,” they say, moving slightly out of my reach.
My skin pouts at the loss of heat, and I have to internally chidemyselffor being ridiculous.
“Alright, you do that, and I’ll get the rest of our stuff out of the car. I’ll leave your shower kit on the counter when I come back up,” I tell them, leaning down and pecking their lips really quick.
The steam curls around my feet as I walk out of the bathroom an hour later. Once I’d gotten our stuff upstairs and mostly unpacked, Qiang had stepped out of the bathroom in nothing but a robe. The urge to ravish them on the spot was almost impossible to ignore, but I knew I needed to wash the several-hour car trip off of me, too.
Now that I’m out, the room is empty, but the glass screen door that leads to the private outdoor oasis is open. The outdoor part is a bit of a fake advertisement since the entire area is made tolooklike an outdoor oasis, but is actually walled in. Must be part of the ‘keeping the intimacy private’ that they boast about.
But seeing Qiang in the water completely diverts my attentionfrom the setting to them. The scene before me takes my breath away. They are standing in the hot tub that’s been designed to look like a hot spring.
Snow-capped rock formations line the perimeter of the tub, and steam curls up from the water. They are naked with their back to me, and their hair is clipped up in a lazy bun. Their fingers skim the water’s surface while I take them in. The long plains of their back, the dips and plains of their feline grace, and the subtle flaring of where their hips curve outward before the water covers the rest.
I don’t think there will ever be the right words to explain what their beauty does to me. It’s not just about the way they look. It’s in the way they hold themself, the flash in their eyes, the subtle movements of their body that embody a physical communication that expresses more than their words do.
“I’d ask if you’re going to just stare all night, but then you’d probably just say yes. So instead I’ll ask if you really brought me all this way just to stand there and make me take care of myself,” they ask slyly, turning their head to look at me over their shoulder.
“As tempting as that sounds, I think we both know I’d last less than thirty seconds before I’d have to join in,” I point out, taking my robe off and throwing it to the side where Qiang had laid theirs.
“Could be a fun challenge to see how long you could hold back,” they throw out there, while I join them in the water, my hands dropping to their hips as I lean into the curvature of their neck.
“This sounds an awful lot like a torture method,” I drawl into their skin, pulling their hips back until their ass grinds against my obvious arousal.
“Or a really fun punishment,” they breathe out while their head falls back against me as I trail my lips down their neck.
My hands move from their hips to the front of their body. I take a pebbled nipple and roll it between my thumb and forefinger.
“You are most unkind, my love. You speak of punishments, and all I want to do is touch you,” I murmur against their ear.
Their head is thrown back against me, tipped up just enough to see their eyes closed and a heavy sigh leaving their perfect mouth.
“I mean, no one said anything about implementing punishments right now,” they murmur when they catch their breath.
