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“And how are you going to make me do that?”
She looks steadily at me, and I see conflict in her eyes, an impish mischievousness as she plays along, battling with a daring that she doesn’t know if she feels yet.
But then she does it.
She grabs her towel, pulls it off, and dumps it on the floor right on top of mine.
“You’re going to clear it up – and you’re going to put mine where it should be, too,” she says.
I look up and down her naked body, glorying in it. Sure, it’s not the first time I’ve seen her naked. We’ve been all over each other for days. But that doesn’t mean it doesn’t still have a very strong effect on me. I feel myself stiffening to attention, getting so hard that I’m glad I no longer have any clothes or other restrictions that might make it uncomfortable.
“Yes, ma’am,” I say. I bend over to get the towels and then straighten up. “But what’s my reward?”
“I think you know what your reward is,” Candace says with a giggle.
I step back, falling again into the same sitting position I occupied before – just, this time, without the towels. I dump the offending objects on the bed beside me and reach for her. She moves forward, still giggling until she straddles my legs, and then I help her climb up onto her knees on the bed.
Perfectly placed to slide down, her breasts against my chest, I carefully position my cock to slowly and teasingly glide inside her.
She rides me right there on the edge of the bed until the giggles drop from our faces and we’re all seriousness until our breath comes so fast we can hardly keep up with it until we lose all control. And I hold her tight against me there, hoping we never have to stop doing this again.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Candace
“Yesterday was good, wasn’t it?” I say, wistfully, remembering.
“It wasn’t just good,” Sean says, looking up from where he’s folding clothes into a suitcase. “It was amazing. You had the greatest of all great ideas.”
“It was pretty good, wasn’t it?” I chuckle. Our fast-track date journey had gone like a charm. First, there had been the fight and the ensuing make-up sex, then our movie and takeout night. Or, afternoon, really. I’d even video called one of my friends back home to cross off another milestone, though it had felt weird to bring someone else inside the bubble that has become our lives this week.
“Are you sure this is everything?” Sean asks, looking around my tiny hotel room again. It seems so small and basic in comparison to his suite. I think he might have ruined me. I’m not sure I’m going to be satisfied with staying somewhere cheap like this ever again.
“I think so,” I say, glancing around. I’ve already checked everything three times.
But, of course, I have. Because I’ll do anything I can to delay this whole process. I don’t want to leave. I don’t ever want to leave.
And considering how little I’ve seen of it, it definitely isn’t Melbourne itself that has enchanted me.
“Alright, then,” Sean says, and I nod at him reluctantly. “We’ll get this back to my suite and combine it with your new suitcase, and then we’ll be good to go.”
“Right,” I say, unenthusiastically. “What time did you say your flight is, again?”
“Two hours after yours, like it, always has been,” Sean says, with a twinkling smile. “You don’t have to keep checking.”
“I know, I know,” I sigh, following him out of the room and down the hall. I need to check out, otherwise, they’ll charge me for one more day. But I’d rather pay for another day than leave Sean.
Not that it matters. He’s flying out two hours after my flight leaves. So that means, even if I deliberately miss my flight, I’ll only get two more hours with him. If that. He might want to go to his lounge early, given that he’s likely flying at least business class.
It’s just that I don’t want any of this to end, and it feels like it must be. We haven’t even talked about where all this might go when the week is over. Now that we’re here, preparing to go to our respective homes, I really wish we had.
But now I don’t want to bring it up, because I don’t want to hear him say it. I don’t want to hear the confirmation that this is our last day together. I don’t want to know for sure that it’s all over.
Even though, realistically, I know it is.
I just don’t know how two people can have such a strong connection and then just… what? Never see each other again? It doesn’t feel right.
I know I haven’t had a lot of relationships, but surely I can’t be that wrong about this.
