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“Room service.” He takes a step back, his face drawn in pained lines, and pulls his zipper back up. “Stay in here.”
“Yeah.”
He pushes the bathroom door shut behind him, and then I hear a loudfuck, where’s my wallet?
Five minutes later the hotel attendant has left, none the wiser, and the scent of fresh french fries spreads through the bungalow.
Phillip locks the front door and walks across the room to me. “I thought I told you to stay in the bathroom.”
“You did,” I say and walk backward toward the bedroom. “But I don’t like doing what I’m told.”
He wraps his arms around me, kissing me, his hands roaming over my body. The gentleness of when he put after-sun lotion on me is gone.
I shove at his shorts, impatient with the zipper, and he helps me push his shorts down. His cock springs free, and I reach for it, wrapping my hand around him.
If I’d thought he was warm before, he’s burning hot now.
Phillip’s breath catches when I stroke, clumsily and at a weird angle, but he doesn’t seem to mind.
“I want to taste you,” I say. I mean it, too. Every part of this man is sculpted and handsome. I feel high from my orgasm in front of the mirror and powerful, standing here with his arousal in my hand.
But he halts me on my way down his body. “Eden,” he says harshly. “I really want that, trust me. But I’m too fucking turned-on for that right now.”
Oh.
His words spread warmth through me, and I wonder if I’ve ever been this wanted before.
He kisses me deeply and disappears for a second to get the condoms he’d bought. I trace my fingers along my lips and marvel at the aching feeling inside me. I need him. Can’t wait for the feeling of being filled.
Phillip returns and rolls the condom on with one hand. My stomach tightens at the sight, and the nerves that had crept in disappear in a blink, singed away by the heat in his eyes.
I crawl backward up the bed, propping myself on my elbows.
“No,” he says. “Your back. It’ll hurt you.”
“Oh. I can prob—”
He grabs my hips and flips us over, pulling me on top of him. My thighs fall astride him, and I’m sitting right there, above the thick length of his cock. As I look down, it twitches against his stomach.
“Eden,” he mutters, his hands digging into my hips. He lifts me up, and the muscles in his arms flex. “I need to fuck you now.”
God, do I need that, too.
I brace my palms on his chest and tilt my hips into position. He grips his cock and aligns us, right at my core.
Being on top was never my favorite position. I enjoyed it, but Caleb complained that I went too slow. I think about that now, about how I need to speed up my tempo, but then I’m sinking onto Phillip, and there’s no thinking at all.
His eyes are locked on my body, on the place where he’s disappearing inch by inch inside of me.
The stretch is total, and I breathe a sigh of relief when I’m finally down, taking all of him in.
His face is etched in lines of pleasure-pain. The hands locked on my hips tighten their grip, his thumbs dig into the hollow above my hipbones.
“God, you feel good,” he mutters.
I roll my hips, testing the limits. He groans, so I do it again, and then again, rocking my hips against him in a slow but steady rhythm. It stokes the fire inside, and I can’t believe it, but I might be able to come again.
This never happened before.
