7. Reva
REVA
“Absolutely, Tom. I’d trust you with my life.”
He grins and my clit throbs, my whole body pulsing with need for him.
This is a mistake. I should stay away from him. But I just don’t want to. The tug to be near him, even for a little bit. Even with the need to keep things under control, it’s overwhelming how much I want him.
“Great! I’ll go down and make the arrangements. You get dressed.”
I cock my head at him. “What should I wear?”
“Something casual. That you don’t mind getting messed up.”
“Got it.”
He leaves the room and shuts the door behind him and I take a deep breath, groaning when the scent of him fills my lungs. Spice and clean, mountain air. That’s what he smells like. And I crave it. Crave him.
I push that thought aside and grab the suitcase that he had brought up to this room.
We managed to get a suite with two rooms and a bathroom in between so that we could stay together until this is all worked out.
I survey my own clothes and pick out a pair of cut-off jean shorts and a loose tank top with a deep v-neck that shows off my best asset, my very large breasts.
It’s in a deep purple color that I love.
I hit the shower in the bathroom, my body tingling with the thought that Tom was in here, naked, his tanned body glistening with droplets of water trailing down his muscular physique as he washes off with his body wash.
Uncapping the bottle, I take a deep breath of it and groan, my mind immediately full of dirty visions, dancing around and setting off that low, throbbing hum in my nether regions.
I set the bottle down and cap it, putting one hand on the wall as the other drifts down and whispers across my aching core. My lower lips are swollen and begging to be touched. I wish to God I brought my little rabbit with me. But my fingers will have to do.
I trail them lightly across the swollen petals of my labia and even lower until my greedy fingers touch my clit, circling it and setting off a deeper throb, an electric burning that keeps building.
Panting, I play with my clit, strumming it and pushing my body higher and higher but then pulling back, letting the need build until finally I slip a finger inside my opening.
I feel a flutter of muscles that I’ve never used before except with my fingers or my toy.
They suck my finger in deeper and my thumb catches my clit, flicking it.
I slip another finger inside my opening and push them in and out faster, harder, my breath becoming a harsh gasp as I climb so close to heaven that I can see it.
Can almost see him as he plays my body like an instrument and shoves me over the edge of a massive orgasm unlike any I’ve ever had.
I hear something in the other room and then I hear Tom’s voice. “Reva? You almost done in there?”
Fire builds and explodes inside me, tearing at me as my body pulses, my fingers being sucked inside as they’re coated with my slick release.
“Tom!” I yell, collapsing to the wall, my body caught in the whirlwind of sensations, thrumming and collapsing in on itself in ecstasy.
“Reva!” The door slams open and his big body charges through it. The clear glass of the shower stall is no barrier and his dark eyes widen as he catches sight of my fingers buried in my pussy, my face flushed and my limp body barely holding me up.
“I-I’m sorry,” he says, slamming his way quickly back out the door. I groan and pull my fingers free, quickly washing up and then getting out of the shower stall, praying that he has no idea what I was just doing and why I screamed his name. Maybe he’ll just think I was answering him.
Drying off quickly, I run a towel over my long hair and attempt to squeeze some of the water out of it. I step into my clothes and then grab the hairdryer and dry my hair.
As soon as I’m done with that, I put my hands on the counter and stare in the mirror. I don’t want to go out there because Tom would have to be totally blind to not know what I was doing.
I can only hope that he thinks I screamed his name because he was hollering for me instead of I was picturing his big hands running over my body, his cock slipping inside my sopping wet folds as he slammed into me over and over, fucking me with a focused intensity so strong that it feels like just the two of us in the whole wide world.
All alone in the swirling winds of lust and desire and love.
Straightening, I take a deep breath and open the door. My eyes search the room but it’s empty.
He’s gone! What the hell?