Now, I've barely slept.
And I've got an important meeting in less than an hour, yet I can't stop thinking about what I said.
I’d never gone down on a guy before that night.
My own confession echoes back at me, humiliating and somehow…freeing.
I let out a shaky breath against my pillow, the memory wrapping around me as tight as the sheet tangled between my legs.
Below, the sunrise yoga class has started.
I set my alarm to get up and continue on my'New Town. New Me.'goals this morning. The instructor’s voice is floating up on the salt-tinged air, a calm, melodic drone aboutfinding your centerandconnecting with your breath.
Well, I'm not connecting with my breath just laying in bed.
But I have found my… center.
Because I can't stop thinking about Declan Morrison’s cock in my mouth.
"Oh,god…"
My hand slides under the silky hotel sheet, my fingertips tracing the lace edge of my panties. My body aches in the best way, a deep, hollow throb that reminds me of that night.
I’d been so nervous at Breakers. Putting on a show. Pretending to be the kind of woman who picked up strangers in beach bars, not one who lived a secret life so her mother stopped being disappointed in her.
Then Declan admitted to me last night, as we stood there looking over the ocean at sunset, that it had worked. Hedidthink I was confident.
But when I knelt on this very hotel room floor, right over there, on the plush carpet now covered in my dirty laundry...
There was just heat. And want.
I close my eyes, the instructor’s voice below fading into a distant sound. In my mind, I’m back there. On my knees for him. The taste of salt against my tongue as he slid into my mouth, working me slowly like no man had before.
Fuck.
My fingers dip beneath the lace, finding me already slick.
“Christ… you’re a natural.”
His voice had been a ragged groan, strained and wrecked as I learned how to hold my mouth. I’d looked up at him, my lips stretched around his length, and saw his head thrown back against the door.
His entire body was coiled tight, muscles clenched before my eyes, a sight I'll never forget.
My thumb finds my clit, circling with a pressure that’s almost too much, and a sharp gasp punches from my lungs.
The yoga class is moving into a new pose, and here I am, in my hotel suite, touching myself to the memory of giving a hockey player the best blowjob of his life.
God, I want that again.
My other hand comes up to pinch my nipple through the thin cotton of my sleep shirt, the sharp pleasure mingling with the building heat between my thighs.
I bite my lip, remembering the way he’d finally lost control. The way his hips had stuttered, his grip turning desperate in my hair.
And last night… he kissed me again. He kissed me!
"Oh!Yes…"
A low moan escapes me as I quicken the circles, my back arching off the mattress. The sun is warm on my face, the scent of the sea and my own arousal thick in the air.
