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He moved down my body so quickly, and it felt like he had never been there to begin with. It was such a sudden movement. And then . . . then I felt his mouth on me, sucking and pulling at my clit. He was using his fingers to drive me while his tongue bathed me. My hands gripped the linens, pulling at them while my legs were bent, and he was lying between them.
“Fucking give it to me,” he growled. “I want to taste you when you come.” And his tongue was back inside me. Fucking me, licking me, guiding me up and over that glorious crest.
I called out incoherently, fireworks bursting inside. Hot sparkling shots pulsed down and out of me, making me shudder again and again. I could feel my insides flexing around him as he moved in me and over me with his fingers and tongue. I came again. “Fuck yes,” I called as my insides seemed to turn to liquid.
My raging subsided, and he could feel the calmness run over my body. My hands released the fabric I was clinging to, my chest rising and falling so rapidly I could have sworn I had just finished running a marathon. “Holy shit.” It was all I could utter as I tried to catch my breath.
“Holy shit is right,” he said from below. “You taste so fucking good I could eat you forever.”
I laughed. “Too bad you’d wither away and die if you only dined on me.”
“Then I’d die a very happy and contented man.” He climbed back up to me, hovering over me. “Besides, who wouldn’t want to die in between a sexy pair of legs and a delicious pussy?”
“You’re disgusting,” I joked.
“Disgusting?” he gestured with mockery. “I think it was pretty clear that you were totally into what I was doing.”
“God, you’re a dirty bastard.”
“Dirty?” He clicked his tongue and winked. “And what about you, Ms. Tackle Me in the Hotel Hallway? Besides, you loved every second.” He bent toward me in challenge.
I grabbed his head between my hands. “Yes, Mr. Blaire. Yes, I did.” I pulled him back down, kissing him hard.
I felt his length heavy against me.
I was hot.
He was hard.
He moved away, digging into his pocket frantically. He returned, looking victorious, ripping the foil packet open with his teeth. He moved the condom down his length, lowered himself, moved his cock against my wetness, slick and velvety. His tip grazed my hood, and I shuddered at the instantaneous thrill it brought. He thrust his hips a couple of times, sliding his big dick across me, teasing both of us. He pulled his hips back a fraction, and then I felt him at my entrance, just the tip. That awesome sensation right before being spread apart, right before being filled up. He locked eyes with me as he entered slowly, ever so slowly, until he was as deep as he could get.
Propped on his forearms, he pulled back, then slowly pushed back in. Once. Twice. Three times. He let go of a groan that made my nipples harden. It was hot. Animalistic. His breath was ragged, and his eyes burned into mine with a heat so intense it seemed to beg me to touch him.
“I’m trying to maintain some sort of semblance of sanity here, but fuck, Siena.”
“I know,” I said, keeping my eyes fixed on his, “you feel so good.”
He kissed me chastely, then stayed with his lips against mine, his forehead pressed to mine. He picked up the pace as I raised upward into him, urging him to move. I wanted him faster and harder. He felt so insanely amazing. I just wanted him to swallow me whole.
I wrapped my legs around him, squeezing him between my thighs. With my legs pulled back and him riding me, we created friction between us, rubbing me in the most delicious ways. I was getting close, and I could tell he was too. He was holding back, waiting for me to come again.
The tingling sensation wound through me, and I could feel the tiny pulses starting inside me where he was grinding and thrusting. “Yes, Michael. Just like that,” I coaxed. Our murmurs of urgency, ecstasy, and desire rolled off our tongues until we were both panting out our demands.
The familiar tremble returned, and Michael could feel my muscles clamping around him. I cried out as he moaned his release. I milked him for every ounce of his desire.
Spent, we lay there, our breath coming out fast and hard, his face buried in my neck, the weight of his body on top of me making me feel like a sumptuous cake covered in chocolate. He kissed the side of my throat before rolling to the side. He clasped my hand, cupped it to his chest, both of us resting in the stillness of the room.
“Holy shit,” he said after some time, mimicking the same words tumbling in my brain. I felt the bed dip as he got up to dispose of the condom.
My body felt cool now that he wasn’t on top of me with his warmth, a chilled sheen of sweat covering me. He climbed back into bed and we resumed our positions—him on his back, me curled next to him with my hand over his heart. I shivered beside him, then leaned down to grab the sheet.
He helped pull it up over us, kicked a leg out from under it. “Oomph.” He exhaled, tucking his arm behind him. I didn’t want him to leave, but wasn’t sure if he wanted to stay again. Keeping things “uncomplicated” meant he should go, but thinking about being without him in the bed made me feel that I’d be lonely. Minutes passed while we lay there, my hand on his heart, his hand caressing up and down my arm.
“Do you want me to go?” he broke the silence in such a low whisper that I thought I might have misheard him.
“Do you want you to go?” I asked.
The bed dipped as he shifted, turned on his side toward me. “Siena?”
