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Then kiss me. I lean in, hand cupping her cheek, but she turns away.
I’ve never been rebuffed.
Ever.
Leaning back, I say, “What’s the worst that could happen? One thing leads to another and we wake up two orgasms richer? I thought I made myself clear, Sophie. I’m not looking to be your boyfriend. I’ve no need to steal your heart. We have an arrangement. And as two consenting adults who are wildly attracted to each other and are about to spend an incredible amount of time together, why should we deny ourselves physical pleasure?”
“You make it sound simple.”
“Because it is.”
She rolls her eyes. “What if it gets messy?”
“What if it doesn’t?”
She doesn’t answer my question, then again it was rhetorical.
“Let’s make a pact,” she says a minute later. “If we do this … and either of us begins to feel something, we speak up—and then we stop before it goes too far.”
I used to think I was the king of noncommittal, but Sophie has officially dethroned me.
“I’m one hundred percent on board with that,” I assure her. “You’re clearly allergic to feelings and I don’t have time for them. Rest assured we’re on the same page.”
Her posture loosens and her shoulders fall as she exhales. “Shake on it?”
She extends her right hand, the bathroom light behind me showcasing a teasing glint in her eyes. She’s serious yet she’s deflecting with humor.
Typical.
I slide my hand into hers, and then I pull her into my lap. Gripping her hips, I push her against me. The resistance between us fades as our lips finally meet. She rocks back and forth, her hemline gathered around her waist and her tits pressed against me as our mouths crash into one another. My cock throbs until it aches, and she moans before accepting my tongue.
A moment later, she slides off me, dropping to her knees at the foot of the bed, unfastening my belt followed by my zipper. I lean back as she frees my cock. It fills her hand and she pumps the length before swallowing the tip, tonguing circles down the shaft.
“Holy shit.” I gather her hair in my fist, guiding myself deeper into that fuckable mouth I’ve been staring at for the past six hours.
Intensity builds. I’ve never had issues lasting, but tonight might be an exception.
Taking her hand, I pull her from my cock and guide her on top of me. “I want to taste you.”
Lying back, I position her spread thighs over my face, pushing her panties aside and dragging my tongue against the length of her seam. Gripping her ripe ass in my hands, I devour her arousal with greedy, painted strokes until her legs begin to quake and her breath begins to shorten.
She reaches for the headboard, bracing herself as I grip her harder and circle my tongue against her sweet clit. Riding my face, her hips buck and quiet moans fill the room. I’m certain she’s about to come when she sits up, flips her position, and turns her attention back to my cock. Taking me into her wet mouth once more, I melt into the mattress beneath her, gaze fixed on the ceiling and hardly able to see straight. When I get my shit together, I run my hands along her inner thighs before dragging her panties down and sliding two fingers into her wet slit. A minute later, she’s riding my face, reverse cowgirl style, my cock deep in her mouth as she moans, the vibrations taking me out of this hotel room, out of this fucking world.
She works my length harder, faster, her moans growing louder the greedier my tongue becomes. When her pussy pulses against my lips, I know she’s close. A moment later, I let myself go, filling her waiting mouth as her hips buck and her body unfurls, relaxing against me in a collapsed heap of pent-up exhaustion.
Maybe we didn’t fuck, but I’ve never been this satisfied in my life.
When it’s over, she climbs from the bed and disappears into the bathroom as I lie spent, unable to move. The faucet runs and she emerges a few minutes later in nothing more than her lace bra and matching panties. I watch her body, outlined by shadows and light, as she retrieves a silk nightie from her suitcase and slips it over her head before unfastening her bra.
Guess we won’t be sleeping naked tonight …
Without a word, I head to the bathroom to get cleaned up. When I come out, she’s fast asleep, covers pulled to her chin as per usual. Climbing in beside her, I think about pulling her against me just to breathe in her sweet scent and bask in her warm, soft afterglow. It’s a strange desire, wanting to be close to her. Normally when this sort of thing happens, it’s the other way around. I’ve never been one for spooning after sex or anything remotely couple-y. But once again, I can’t help but feel as if I didn’t get all of her tonight.
