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The sound of our skin slapping together echoes throughout the room.
I cry out as I begin to spiral.
“Not yet.” He lifts me higher and higher, his hips working at piston pace, desperate for the orgasm his body is demanding.
I clench down as I come hard, and he holds himself deep, and I feel the hard jerk of his cock.
We pant as we stare at each other.
A beautiful, perfect clarity runs between us, something that is foreign and new.
I cup his beautiful face in my hand.
His eyes are wild. His body is still inside mine, yet I can feel him pulling away from me by the second.
He’s panicking . . .
Without a word he lifts me off him and throws me onto the bed.
He flicks off his condom and throws it in the trash and then crawls between my legs and pulls them open. He licks me there, his eyes closing in pleasure, and I shudder and shake, my body still reacting to the orgasm I just had.
Then he’s eating me like I’m his last supper. His stubble is burning my skin. His hands are all over, and I get the feeling that he’s blocking me out. Instinct has taken him over.
He’s feeding his body now; I have nothing to do with it anymore.
He licks me deeper and deeper, and aah . . . What the hell is he doing? We just had sex. This is perverted.
But it’s not, not even close.
This is dirty and hot, just like I knew he would be.
He takes me there again, licking me until I can’t stand it, until I’m writhing on the bed. And then he flips me over onto my knees and pulls my hips up with a sharp snap.
I hear the condom wrapper tear, and he grabs a handful of my hair and pulls my head back as he slams in hard. My knees nearly buckle from underneath me, and he slaps my ass. “Get on your knees and ride this fucking cock. I’m nowhere near finished with you.” He slides his thumb into my ass. “My dirty girl next door.”
Excitement runs through me, and I smile.
Hands down, best night of my life.
I wake up sleepy and put my arm out for Henley. The bed is empty, and I look around the darkened hotel room. Is he in the bathroom? “Hen?” I call.
No answer.
I sit up. “Henley?”
Silence . . .
The energy is different. Fuck it. He’s gone.
I reach over and grab my phone to check the time: 6:00 a.m.
Did he leave last night after I went to sleep?
He broke me in on the armchair. Then we had rough sex. Then we had a shower, and somehow that turned into sex, too, and eventually, we rolled into bed exhausted. I don’t remember much after that, but I do remember him holding me close as I drifted off to sleep.
Shit.
I get out of bed and go to the bathroom. On the way back to bed, I see a scribbled note on the bedside table.
