Chapter 26
Brian
It was just as I’d suspected. Once we’d opened the floodgates, there was no going back. Jess and I had to stop several times on the walk back to the hotel to kiss.
Her mouth.
Fuck. It was soft and firm, and kissing her felt better than anything I’d experienced in two decades. She was familiar yet totally new, stoking the fires of my lust.
As we got into the elevator, an elderly gentleman joined us, tipping his hat at Jess. She stood, hands clasped, the face of innocence, while we rode up silently.
All the way up, I stole glances, wishing we were alone so I could get my hands on her body.
Instead, I closed my eyes, thanking every deity I could recall for the woman standing next to me. Being this close to her, I was more alive than ever, invigorated and so fucking happy.
Our time in the park, simply eating pizza side by side, would go down as one of the most romantic dates of my life.
Finally the elevator reached our floor, and when we stepped into the hall, she arched a brow and held her key card up. “Race you?”
She took off running down the hall, and after a heartbeat, I followed, catching up to her quickly. Without slowing, I threw her over my shoulder. Only when she pointed at the door to her suite did I stop.
Giggling, she handed me the card. Once inside, I strode straight through the massive living area to the bedroom.
I deposited her on the king-size bed and kicked off my shoes before climbing on top of her, caging her between my arms and stealing another kiss.
This one was ravenous. I was fucking starved.
She gripped my hair and tugged, sending bolts of electricity up my spine as our tongues danced and I finally got to explore her body.
She was lush and soft in all the right places. Fuck, she felt so good.
My fantasies didn’t do justice to the goddess spread out below me.
As I kissed her neck, she grasped my belt and pulled roughly.
“Slow down.” I buried my face in her neck, relishing her intoxicating scent.
“No,” she snarled. “You’ve been all sexy and kind and helpful for weeks. I’m not holding back.”
Though I didn’t know it was possible, my cock got harder. Goddamn this woman.
As we wrestled one another’s clothes off, I knew I should stop and take a moment to drink in the sight of her. But I was too busy exploring her skin with my mouth and hands. Every inch of her was perfect, and each little gasp and sigh pushed me to keep going.
Slowly, I pulled the straps of her bra down, and when I found her pink nipples already rock hard, I growled, angling in and taking one in my mouth.
Back arching, she wrapped her fingers around my length through the fabric of my boxer briefs and squeezed, and I fucking saw stars.
Willing my body not to get ahead of itself, I breathed deeply once, then again. Then I kissed down the length of her, imprinting the feel of her skin on my subconscious.
It was imperative that I remember every moment, because nothing would ever feel this good.
By the time I reached her blue panties, I was dizzy with lust and barely holding on. I hooked my fingers into her waistband and inched them down, and I was rewarded when I discovered she was soaked.
“Is this all for me?” I gently stroked her clit, certain that I’d died and gone to heaven.
“Yes,” she moaned as I sank one finger inside her. Studying her face, I removed the digit and licked it clean with my tongue.
Her pupils blew out, almost eclipsing her dark irises. “Dirty,” she sighed.
I slid my finger inside her again. But this time when I removed it, I held it up to her lips.
Without hesitation, she laved it with her tongue, maintaining eye contact with me the entire time.
“You’re in charge,” I said, barely holding it together. “This only goes as far as you say it does.”
“I’m all in.” She pushed up onto her elbows, making those luscious breasts jiggle.
“Tell me what you want,” I urged. There was nothing I wouldn’t give this woman.
“I want you to fuck me,” she said. “Fast and dirty. You make me feel sexier and more desired than I have in my entire life. I need you inside me.”
“But.” I lowered my face and licked her clit. The move gave me the opportunity to taste her. It also allowed me time to get myself under control.
I needed to rein my desire in. Otherwise I’d embarrass myself with my dream girl.
“There’s plenty of time for that later,” she moaned, tugging on my hair. “ You said whatever I wanted. And I know what I want.”
With a sigh, I looked up at her. Before I could disappoint her by telling her I hadn’t come prepared, she smirked wickedly.
“I packed condoms.”
I pushed myself up on my elbows, searching her face for any reservation but finding none.
“I’m an optimist.” With a smile, she rolled over and snagged a makeup bag from the nightstand. She deftly unzipped it and pulled out a roll of about a dozen condoms, then tossed them onto the bed.
My heart seized in my chest. Holy shit. In this moment, I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that I was in love with this woman.
She tore one from the end and pushed at my chest, silently encouraging me to stand. When I was looming over her, she looked up at me with those big brown eyes and pushed my boxer briefs down.
My cock bobbed, and as she gently stroked it, tingles shot up my spine.
Deftly, she rolled the condom on. Then she pushed herself back onto the bed, unabashedly spreading her legs wide.
The sight of her alone almost made me pass out. Blond hair everywhere, hard nipples begging for my tongue, and a look of pure want on her face.
A heartbeat later, I was on top of her, lining myself up at her entrance. But I hesitated there, needing confirmation once more. This moment would change everything.
“Please,” she whispered.
The last thread of my self-control snapped. I pushed inside her, teeth gritted because it felt so damn incredible. She whimpered, head thrown back, begging for more.
“Wider,” I said, pushing her thighs open. “Spread for me.”
She obeyed, and I thrust home. My vision tunneled, and I swore I could have gone off right there, but I refused to be that asshole. So I sucked in a sharp breath, tensed every fucking muscle, and found a rhythm that made her pant and moan.
She clawed at my back, meeting me stroke for stroke as I lost myself to the feel of her underneath me.
I thrust hard and fast, knowing I should be going slower. But this woman unraveled me. She pushed me and surprised me and made me feel like a superhuman.
“Brian.” She gasped, her nails digging into my skin. “I’m so close.”
Fighting for control, I snaked one hand up, gently collaring her neck. “Good girl,” I growled as she cried out. “Eyes on me when you come.”
I kept my fingers on her pulse as I felt her begin to convulse around me, gasping and shaking.
It was fucking bliss, watching those eyes darken with lust as she came on my cock.
I willed myself to keep going, but it was too much for me, and I followed her into the abyss, my orgasm ripping through me as she moaned my name.