29. Mark
The heat in Faye’s eyes has me hoping she’ll join me in the shower.
As much as I’d love that shower to start now, I see she’s barely touched her food, and I have plans for us today. Picking up a piece of my own bacon, I point to her plate. “Eat, sweetheart. We’ve got the whole day ahead of us.”
“Hmmm… The whole day…” she draws out, picking up a piece of bacon for herself and pointing it in my direction. “Just how long are you stayin’, Lancaster?”
“Depends…” I muse, mimicking her quizzical expression.
“On?” she probes adorably.
Plastering a stoic expression, I fight like hell to keep from cracking as I state, “On when you can get this client up and running.”
“Mark…” she gasps, disbelief written all over her face. “I-I have no idea how much longer this will take. It could be another couple of weeks.”
Shrugging, I take a bite of my bacon and chew. “It’s a good thing I’m due for a vacation, then. Apparently…” I feel my face finally break, and I’m certain a smug grin forms when I add, “That’s what one does when they retire.”
“But what about your kids? Are you sure you want to be away from them that long?”
The fact that they’re included in her list of worries proves she gets me.
A low laugh escapes as I admit, “They’re the ones who gave me the much-needed kick in the pants to get my ass here in the first place. Besides, it’s only a few weeks. They’ll survive without me.”
“Are you sure?”
“As long as I’m back for the festival, I’m good. Apparently, there are these tin cans that fly in the sky called planes. Who knew?”
Shoving my shoulder, she chortles. “Gah, you’re such a smartass.”
“Well, that’s the argument that got me here in the first place, so you can thank them for pointing out that little tidbit.”
Adorably, she rolls her eyes and laughs. “Are you serious?”
“I wasn’t exactly subtle in keeping my feelings about you to myself, Faye. They saw right through my BS and called me on it.”
Faye attempts but miserably fails at keeping the smile from her face. “That would’ve been a sight worth seeing.”
“Let’s just say, they got the drop on me and had my number before I could even clock it.”
Leaning in, she kisses my cheek. “Well, I, for one, am grateful to them. I’ve missed you like crazy.”
“Same, sweetheart. Same.”
Suddenly, the hotel phone rings, scaring the shit out of both of us.
Rushing to the phone, she answers, “Hello?”
Someone says something on the other line, and Faye hurries to her nightstand to pick up her cell phone. “Oh… Sorry, Mom. I must’ve had my phone on vibrate.”
“How are you?” she asks, sitting on the edge of the bed.
From the other room, she covers the phone and mouths, “Sorry.”
“No problem,” I whisper and go back to finishing my breakfast.
Damn, these crêpes are amazing.
As I eat, I do my best to give them their privacy, but the hotel suite is only so big.
From what I can gather, her mom fills her in about her father’s latest venture to the hardware store and how well her strawberries are growing. Faye barely gets a word in edgewise as her mom prattles from one subject to the next.
When I finish eating, I lean against the doorway and thumb toward the bathroom. “Mind if I shower?”
She purses her lips, then nods slowly and mouths, “Go ahead.”
I barely have shampoo in my hair when I hear the click of the bathroom door. Slowing my regular routine, I take my time to lather the soap through my hair. I hear the toilet flush, then water from the sink turns on as I rinse off.
Now that my shampoo has been rinsed, I watch her dry her hands and brush her teeth. My cock bobs to life when she disrobes and steps into the shower with me.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful, Faye,” I practically growl, reaching for her.
“You’re not so bad yourself, Lancaster. I thought I could slow down your shower routine a bit and perhaps join you?”
“Like you ever need an invitation.”
“I don’t know, Mark… I’m rather fond of long showers…” she draws out playfully as she runs her hand down my abdomen. “I wouldn’t want to feel rushed.”
My muscles flex involuntarily, and I fight the urge to bend her against the wall and have my way with her. “I know how to take my time when it matters, Faye.”
Bracing my hand against the wall behind her, I cup her ass and squeeze with the other, as she fists my growing cock. “Hmm… Someone’s happy to see me.”
“He ain’t the only one,” I promise as I crash my lips to hers.
She tastes of mint and carnal need as she opens herself to me. I’ve missed her so much, and I truly can’t get enough. As much as I want to take things slow and sweet, it’s been way too long.
Sure, we’ve gotten each other off on the phone over the last few weeks. But now that I’m here in person, I want to make good on all those late-night promises I’ve made. I distinctly recall her saying she likes it when I suck on her nipples as I slide my fingers through her folds.
So, I do just that. Over and over until she’s writhing with need.
“Mmmm… Mark… That feels good,” Faye murmurs as she clings to me.
“Even in the shower, I can feel you’re soaked for me, sweetheart.”
Needing more, I flip us around so she’s the one under the streaming water.
When I feel her tremble, I drop to my knees and prop one of her thighs on my shoulder.
Her hands grasp me tight as she finds her balance.
The moment I slide my tongue where my fingers had been, moans of pleasure fill the room, and her hands fist my hair tightly.
My dick turns to stone as she gasps, “Oh, God… That feels… Ohmigod… Right there…” She arches her sweet pussy forward, giving me even better access.
Lapping from her center to her tight bud, I slide two fingers deep inside her.
Her walls tighten, and she clamps down around my fingers like a vise. When I find that squishy spot along her front wall that drives her wild, she groans out my name. Keeping a steady massaging rhythm, I suck her clit into my mouth and flick my tongue against her as quickly and hard as I can.
A slew of curses spews from her mouth as she fists my hair and presses me harder against her. “Ohmigod… Mark… I’m…”
That’s all the warning I get before her body stiffens and her walls quake violently from within. I stay right with her, pulse after pulse, until her body goes slack.
Slowly, I help her lower her leg and stand to face her. “You doin’ okay?” I grin triumphantly, brushing the wet hair from her face.
“Better than okay… That was… Ohmigod… I have no words,” she whispers blissfully, with the most beautiful smile stretched across her features.
Leaning in, I kiss her.
As she kisses me back, I’m suddenly keenly aware that shower sex won’t cut it. I need to ravage every inch of her body, and a bed would be much better suited for what I have in mind.
“Let’s wash you up and get out of here,” I offer when her body slinks against mine for support.
She simply nods and lets me care for her completely.
By the time we get out of the shower and dry off, we’re making out like crazy on the way to the bedroom. When she scrambles to the center of the bed, and I start to crawl on top of her, a wicked thought hits.
Arching a brow in challenge, I ask, “Where do you keep your vibrator?”
“Mark…” she chastises as she reaches for me. “I just want you.”
“You’ll get me,” I promise. “But you’ve been teasing me off and on for weeks, and now that I’m here in person, I want a chance to play with you, like I’ve promised.”
For the first time in forever, Faye’s beautiful body blushes from head to toe. “I-It’s… in the nightstand,” she stammers.
Reaching over, I pull open the drawer but don’t see anything but a small fabric bag. Pulling it out, I hold it up for her to see. “In here?”
When Faye nods, I feel like the Cheshire cat as all our conversations play back on a loop through my mind. “Hmmm… Where to start?” I ask, pulling the light-purple vibrator out of the bag.
When a small, round object falls out along with it, I look to Faye for further explanation.
Her heated eyes meet mine, and she licks her lower lip with her tongue. Breathlessly, she admits, “It’s a remote.”
“Oh… Fuck me… We’re gonna have some fun with this,” I promise as I take a few minutes to figure out how it works.
Not only does it straighten into a wand with a button you can turn on from the vibrator itself, but it also completely cups into the shape of a C.
After pressing the button a few times, I quickly find there are three distinct speeds and several rhythmic patterns.
“You have a favorite?” I ask, wanting to ensure she gets the most pleasure out of this.
“It varies, depending on my mood,” she admits, propping herself onto her elbows to watch me.
“Hmm… So many possibilities. You mentioned something about this being the perfect toy for flying solo or with a couple?”
“I’ve only used it solo,” she promises. “But I’ve always wanted to try it with a partner.”
Reaching for it, she cups it into a C and says, “When this is inserted like this, it simultaneously presses against my clit and g-spot. Apparently, there’s enough room that you can slide behind it, and we’ll both enjoy it.”
“What about the remote?” I ask, lying beside her and tracing my fingers along her inner thighs. The way she squirms in anticipation has me dying to experience this with her.
“It… can be in your hand or mine.”
Pressing it into her palm, I lean in to kiss her lips tenderly. Then I admit, “I’ve never been inside someone with a toy like this… Why don’t you surprise us both with whatever you’re in the mood for.”
Pulling my face to hers, she kisses me. “I can’t believe I get another of your firsts,” she teases.
Running a finger through her folds, I grin and promise, “I want the rest of my firsts with you, Faye.” Turning on the vibrator, I trace the movement of my fingers. “Show me how you want it, sweetheart.”
With a wicked grin on her lips, she confidently takes the vibrator from my hands, bends it into the correct position, then rubs it against herself until it is completely inserted. Switching the vibration to the lowest speed, she warns, “I need this slow if you’re gonna be inside me, too.”
Shifting so I hover over her, I grip my cock and tug it twice, trying to release some of my tension. Faye’s eyes heat, and she moans as she scooches down the bed further. “Let me lick you first, Mark. That was hot.”
As she reaches for my cock, I sit up on my knees to give her access. As her tongue glides from the base to my tip, I growl. “Fuck…” Then warn, “If you want me inside of you, you need to stop.”
“I’m already so close,” she moans, lying back on the bed. “I wanna feel you come inside me, Mark.”
In a matter of seconds, I’m lined up and pressing against the vibrator. “Not sure how long I’ll last,” I warn. Then ask, “Mind if we turn this off until I get inside?”
I need to make sure she likes this before taking it to the next level.
Her warmth and slickness are beyond measure as I slip inside her tightness. “Fuck,” I groan when I’m fully seated inside her.
“God… This feels so good,” she pants, as we find a rhythm between us.
Just when we hit our stride, there’s a light buzzing sensation against my shaft. “Holy… Fuckin’ Christ…” I grunt as I falter at first, but then push through to regain our rhythm.
It doesn’t take long before I hear the telltale signs of Faye’s impending orgasm.
“This is hot as fuck! You’re so beautiful, Faye,” I say as we pick up our pace.
Couple that with the way she stiffens, and suddenly, I’m dying to chase that orgasm right along with her. When she clings to me tightly, I feel her inner walls grip me like I’ve never been gripped in my life, and my orgasm barrels through me like a runaway freight train, completely out of control.
Pressing into her, my entire body rocks as pulse after pulse of energy rips through me. Holding her tight, I release everything I have into her. I’ve never come so hard in my entire life, and with the cramped space inside her, everything is intensified beyond measure.
Eventually, the vibrating between us stops. All I can do is lie there on top of her. I prop myself onto my elbows to keep from crushing her and try to catch my breath.
When I’m finally able to lift my head and look her in the eye, a lazy grin spreads across her beautiful face. Love radiates through her, along with a bewildered expression.
Leaning down, I kiss her lightly. “I love you, Faye.
“I love you, too, Mark,” she whispers, then shakes her head and giggles, rocking our sensitive bodies. “Holy fucking shit, Mark… That was one of the hottest and most intense orgasms of my life.”
“Right there with you, sweetheart,” I agree and kiss her once again.