I lay my hand over hers. “I have to leave bynine tomorrow morning, babe.”
“Well, that sucks.”
“Yeah, it does.”
She turns around and I guess she’s taking inthe room. It’s a small suite with a living room and bedroom. Frenchdoors separate the two rooms. I chose the hotel because it’s smalland old, and they don’t have cameras on each floor, only at thefront desk. Their lack of security significantly minimizes thechance anyone would see into which room she went. I paid for theroom in cash and used “Nick’s” credit card to secure theincidentals. Since there won’t be any, there’ll be no trace of mystay.
To make sure no one followed her to the room,I ask, “Were you alone in the elevator coming up?”
“Yep. And there was no one in the hallwaywhen I got off the elevator.”
My woman is smart, but I hate that she evenhas to think about that shit. “Good.”
She takes a step back, turns, and flips herlong ponytail over her shoulder. “Unbutton me, Ethan.”
No argument. She wants me in there as bad Iwant in there, and that’s another reason she’s made for me. She’snot shy. She wants it, and she has no problem letting me know.Perfect.
There are three buttons on the neck held inplace with little loops. As I stare at the slope of her neck andher bare back, I run my hands over the front of her body, moldingmy hands around her small, tight, braless tits, then rub my thumbsover her nipples only once, and right away they pebble into hardnubs. She moans and writhes in my arms.
Christ, she’s so responsive.
I skim my hands down to her stomach, then toher waist, where I circle my hands. I let them rest on her body,which I feel vibrating beneath my touch. I move my hands back tocup her juicy ass, and I squeeze the globes. Damn, this materialfeels great, but nowhere near as smooth and flawless as the skin onher back where I press my lips below the dress’s neckline. Then,gently, ’cause those loops are delicate, I unhook each button. Whenthe neck releases, she turns and backs up a few steps as I watchher tug the sleeves until the top of the dress falls, leaving hernaked from the waist up.
Oh shit. She’s standing there waiting to seemy reaction to the half-inch-wide scar that runs from below hercollarbone to the top of her rib cage. I’m guessing, aside frommedical personnel, I’m the first man to see her scar, and she hasto be worried it’ll turn me off.
It’s better I show her rather than tell herthat scar is a badge of honor. I don’t know a single person whowould’ve done what she did. She’s a walking fucking miracle.
“Come here, baby.”
She walks to me on those sexy-as-hell bootsand stops until there’s almost no space between us. I sink to myknees, wrap my arms around her thighs, and proceed to place softkisses on the bottom of the scar. Slowly, I kiss my way up until Ican go no farther.
I feel the sob before it escapes. I angle herwaist until she understands and allows me to pull her down untilI’m holding her against my chest. Softly, she cries, and I cradleher to me, this precious woman who is more warrior than anyone Iknow.
“That scar is as much a part of you as yoursmile, baby. I love it all, and you never have to worry that I’llfind it to be anything but what it is, a symbol of yourstrength.”
She lifts her head, and I wipe away the weton her face. No ugly crying for my woman. Her face is as pretty asthe moment I first saw her in Boston when she was laughing.
I put one arm under her knees and the otheraround her back and she stops me. “Beside you. We do this andeverything side by side.”
“Okay, baby.”
I stand and offer her my hand, which shetakes. Then she steps back and grabs the hem of the dress and pullsit over her head. Holy hell. Not only is she braless, but she’s notwearing panties or pantyhose. She’s got on lace-topped thigh-highsand those boots, which come to a couple of inches above her knee. Isee some sheer stocking, white lace, and healthy munchablethighs.
“Don’t take off another thing,” I order.
She grins, then walks her sweet, full assinto the bedroom, then stands at the end of the bed waiting forme.
I pull my sweater over my head and unbucklemy belt as I toe off my boots. I walk to her and say, “First I’mgoing to have you on your back, and those legs with those fuckin’boots are going to be over my shoulders. Then I’m going to fuck youfrom behind so I can watch that fantastic ass while I’m taking you.After that, it’s lady’s choice.”
She’s breathing heavy when she rasps out,“Okay.”
I pull the strip of condoms out of my frontpocket and toss them on the bed, then I push my pants and briefsdown and my socks go with them.
She gasps, and then moans, and I have to say,I’m all kinds of rooster. God has been good to me in a lot of ways.Making sure my equipment matches my proportions is one of them.
Simultaneously, we pull down the bedding,exposing the sheets. She climbs onto the bed, lies back and crooksher legs open, and I know I have to deviate from my announced plan.That’s one pretty pussy, and I want to take an up-close look beforeI taste what’s mine.
I called it. Being Flower is part of her. Shetastes like what sweet flowers smell like, and I can’t get enough.Lapping at her, nibbling on her clit, I have to hold her hips sinceshe’s dancing horizontally on the bed while moaning loud. I smileas I’m eating her, knowing I’ll have thousands of opportunities tomake her writhe before I make her come.
