Page 70 of Silver Brewer

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Lodgings and loving

[Giant]

I’m nervous, and I swipe my hands on my pants for the tenth time as I walk to her room. I sent her a text when I arrived, and as I cross the lobby, I rethink what I’ve done. I should have gone home and showered. I don’t even have a change of clothes or a toothbrush.

I comb my fingers through my hair as a door down the hall opens, and she steps out. Still dressed in a tight skirt that hugs her hips and a blouse cut deep to reveal a hint of cleavage, she takes my breath away. She’s barefoot, though, and her hair is piled on her head. I want to run the rest of the distance, but I inhale and rub my hands on my pants again.

“Hey,” she says as I near her. She smiles slow and sheepish.

“Hey.” She’s holding open the door, but I reach over her for the heavy plank, and she steps into her room. I follow, and the click of the shutting door sparks something in each of us. I don’t know who moves first, but within seconds, we’re on each other. Lips on lips and hands in hair. Her hips buck forward, and I scoop her up.

“My skirt,” she mutters, not able to wrap her legs around my hips.

“Needs to go,” I demand with my lips still against hers. She fumbles with the zipper at the back while I tug her blouse up and over her head. I stare down at her in a nude bra and black panties. Like the greedy man I am, both hands reach for a breast and squeeze. Her head falls back as her fingers pull my shirt from my pants. I release her only long enough to tug my shirt over my head and stand bare chest to her covered breasts. She unhooks her bra, and I tackle my pants, kicking off my shoes and stepping out of my jeans.

I’m rock hard and straining in my boxer briefs. With exaggerated breathing, we stare at one another.

“Should we talk?” I swallow the question, knowing I want nothing more than to be inside her, but if we need to clear the air, I can wait. A few more minutes.

“I don’t want to talk,” she whispers, and I’m in her space immediately.

“Thank fuck.” My mouth crashes to hers as my hands trace the outline of her body down to those black panties. I press them down her hip, and she wiggles so they fall to the floor. I walk her backward until she connects with the wall.

“You can’t lift me.”

If she’s daring me, she’ll lose because I shove my boxers down to my feet and then lift her as I stand upright. She squeaks, but I swallow the noise as her legs spread and she wraps them around my body. I’m frantic as my dick twitches between us, desperate to enter her.

She’s right. I can’t do this and give her what she needs.

I spin us for the bed, and then we fall onto the mattress. She lets out a laugh as she bounces and then quiets as I guide myself to her entrance.

“Giant,” she whispers, her eyes meeting mine and growing serious. “I’ve missed you so much.”

My mouth covers hers again, telling her in that kiss how much I’ve missed her. Her legs spread farther, and our bodies find their way. I enter her while our mouths remain attached, but as I climb inside her, we separate our lips, both moaning in relief.

Welcome home, I think.

“You feel so good,” I say, dropping kisses along her neck while I draw back and then rush forward.

“So good,” she mutters, keeping pace with me, just as eager as always to keep me inside her. We dance the oldest dance known to humans, and then I spin, dragging her on top of me. She sits upright, and her hair tumbles from her bun. Her breasts jiggle with each roll of her hips. Her fingers scrape at my chest.

“I love you,” I blurt, and she stops moving.

Her eyes widen. “What?”

“I love you. I don’t want anything else between us, so that’s the last secret I have. I’m in love with you.”

“I…”

I buck up, forcing my dick as deep as I can to prevent her from speaking. She grunts at the sharp intrusion. I’m hoping to distract her from telling me she doesn’t feel the same.

It’s too soon. That was too fast. We didn’t talk yet.

“Dammit, Giant. Hold up a second.”

I stop bucking under her while she sits with my dick buried inside her. “Hold up? Did you just say hold up in a Southern drawl?” More stalling.