Page 68 of Spring Break Fling

The build-up was maddening. I felt like a string pulled taut, ready to snap. Every lick, every suck pushed me closer to the edge. I struggled to keep my voice even as low growls escaped my throat.

“Damn, Hannah.” My voice was husky with desire, laced with a hint of desperation. She seemed pleased with the effect she was having on me and didn’t relent, didn’t ease up. Instead, she doubled her efforts.

The pleasure spiraled suddenly into an overwhelming crescendo that crashed over me like a fierce wave. I gasped, arched against the bed, my grip in her hair tightening reflexively as ecstasy washed through me. It was blinding, a flash of pure white heat that obliterated everything else.

When I finally floated back down to earth, Hannah was climbing up beside me, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand and looking incredibly pleased with herself. Her smile was triumphant, her eyes sparkling with mischief and satisfaction.

I pulled her close, my arms encircling her waist, feeling the aftershocks of my climax tingling through my limbs. “You’re incredible,” I managed to get out, voice still rough from the intensity of my release.

Her smile softened as she nestled into my chest. “You’re not so bad yourself,” she teased lightly, her fingers tracing idle patterns on my skin.

We lay there in silence for a few moments, just breathing each other in. And to my surprise, my cock was already stiffening, readying for more.

I rolled to my side, kissing her breasts and sliding my fingers over her still wet, swollen folds. I lavished her body with kisses and tiny bites. Her moans and cries were driving me wild. I brought her to another release. The scent was an aphrodisiac.

I moved over the top of her and kissed her. Her soft, full breasts brushed against my chest. I reached over and grabbed the condom. Supporting myself on one elbow, I quickly rolled it on.

When I finally slid into her, it was slow, agonizingly so. We both moaned at the intense feeling of being joined. I buried my face in the crook of her neck, feeling every shiver that ran through her body. I began to move, thrusting deeper and harder with each stroke. Our skin slapping together in a rhythm that was almost primitive.

Her nails raked down my back, leaving lines of fire in their wake. She arched off the bed, meeting me stroke for stroke. The sound of our bodies moving together filled the room. The headboard bounced against the wall.

I grabbed her hips, grounding her to me as I increased my pace. The bed creaked under our weight. Her breaths became shallow and rapid. Her eyes locked onto mine with an intensity that fueled my desire like a raging furnace.

Hannah’s gasps turned into a crescendo of cries, signaling her approach to another climax. I felt her body tighten around me. It spurred me on, desperate to get that release. I shifted, angling to reach even deeper inside her. The moans she emitted were like music, driving me to a frenzy.

As she climaxed, her body convulsed beneath me. The sight of her pushed me over the edge. With a groan that seemed to come from the depths of my soul, I followed her into sweet ecstasy.

After what seemed like an eternity of pulsing waves of pleasure, we gradually stilled. I collapsed beside her, both of us panting hard, soaked in sweat but utterly sated. As our breathing slowed, I pulled her close, feeling her heart pound against my chest.

What the fuck?

This didn’t feel like just sex. This was something more. Something real and raw and just… fucking beautiful. All the women and all the sex didn’t compare to this—to her. I didn’t want this to end anytime soon. I didn’t know what this was, but I wanted more of it. It was like she was embedded into my very soul.

“Wow,” she murmured.

I grinned. “Yeah. Wow.”

We lay there for a long while, the only sound our steady breaths. The aftermath was as intoxicating as the act itself.

23

HANNAH

Ifelt like my body had been through the best massage ever. Every muscle was relaxed and loose.

I could still feel the phantom touches of his fingers tracing over my skin, sending shivers down my spine. Lying beside him, wrapped in a post-coital haze, I felt a connection that went beyond the physical—a connection I hadn’t expected to find tonight.

Was it always like this with him, I wondered. Or was there something unique about us, about the way our bodies communicated without words?

Did every woman feel like this when they had sex with him? If so, I imagined he was a very popular man.

I turned to look at him, his eyes closed in contentment. The rise and fall of his chest matched my own breathing—slow, deep, almost meditative. I couldn’t help but reflect on how different this was from any other experience I’d had.

I was afraid to break the silence, to shatter this perfect moment with words that might ruin the moment. Instead, I shifted closer, pressing my body against his warmth. His arm instinctively wrapped around me, pulling me in tighter.

The faint smell of sweat and sex lingered between us, mingled with the musky hint of his cologne.

“Hungry?” he asked.