Chapter 4
JUNE
This is either the best day of my life or the biggest mistake I’ve ever made.
By the way he kisses me, I want to believe this was the best decision I’ve made for myself.
When we open the door of my hotel room, he takes my hand and drags me to him.
He bends his head and my mouth opens automatically for his.
This kiss is just as powerful as the one downstairs. A strike of lightning, the collision of two stars, a supernova being born.
It’s exceptional. Bigger than life, even the universe. Never before have I felt sucked into a black hole and charged with the energy of the sun at the same moment.
His lips are soft, firm, commanding, in charge of us.
I clear my throat, breaking the kiss and take off my jacket and look at his body.
“Do we have any rules?”
He smiles at me, shakes his head, and reaches out to my face. “Only to enjoy the moment. Tomorrow we’ll be a memory. You’ll be the beautiful brunette from Thanksgiving week and …” He shrugs. “Hopefully, I’ll make this unforgettable enough you’ll remember me.”
Placing his hands on my waist, he pulls down my skirt and grins when he finds my leggings. “You’re layered up, I like it.”
I rise onto the balls of my feet, trace his neck with my jaw, and mumble, “More action less words.”
“Don’t move,” he commands as he begins to undress me slowly. First my turtleneck, then my leggings. He slides down the straps of my black bra and I’m thankful I wore something sexy today.
He unveils my breasts.
“Look at you,” he whispers in awe. “You’re beautiful.”
“What do you have?” I ask, tugging his black shirt.
I open my mouth wide. The sight is quite spectacular. Never before have I seen someone as handsome and sculpted like marble. A sexy mass of muscles and strength.
He’s so fucking sexy.
Hesitantly, I touch the lines of his flat stomach, running them down until I unfasten his pants. My mouth waters as I stare at him, his heavily aroused erection.
I want to touch him, grip him, and suck his engorged head.
It’d be fun to straddle him, but he makes the next move, pulling me into his arms and wrapping them around me. My hands slip around his back.
“Make it unforgettable,” I whisper against his lips.
He responds voraciously, kissing me with such an intensity I feel like I’m on fire. We get caught up in the heat. He pulls me onto the bed, lowering himself over me. I feel the hot wisp of his breath against my throat. I shiver with pleasure as he nibbles my skin. First along my neck, then my tits.
I push my hips up, seeking some friction, a way to relieve the ache between my legs but nothing works. His mouth is at my breast. His tongue tracing circles until the tip hardens. He repeats the same with my other one. He begins to lap faster and tug harder until I start moaning.
“Please,” I beg and I’m not even sure what I want, for him to bring me to my knees or to have him inside.
I grip his shoulders when his fingers tease along the insides of my thighs, padding his way up to the middle of my body where he moves the thin fabric of my panties. I cry out and lift my hips when his thumb caresses my slit.
With ease and expertise, he lowers my panties with his teeth and then pushes them down with his hand.
“Are you sure you want this?” he asks just as I’m on the edge and about to fall into a powerful orgasm.
“You’re cruel,” I protest. “Of course, I want it, I want everything.”
He flashes me an assured smile as he moves his body back up and spreads my legs wider.
One second his face is between my legs and the next his tongue slides over my clit, slippery, wet, long, and hot.
Every nerve in my body awakens. He does it again, pressing hard and moving slowly.
The feeling is too much, overwhelming and wonderful.
This guy knows what he’s doing. It’s all too much. His mouth, his fingers, his wild lips sucking me. Those teeth nibbling me. And the tongue sliding from my clit all the way to my back hole. My blood runs hot, my cells vibrate with pleasure. I’m tied into knots. I can’t think.
I’m weak. Desperate. The thundering of my heart matching the rhythm of his mouth.
My lids become heavy, I’m so close, I can feel it.
I want him inside. But before I can speak, everything goes dark for a second, it’s the prelude before the entire universe explodes and the sparks illuminate the horizon.
“I need you,” I say and I’m not even sure where those three words came from, but I feel them.
I feel it.
The desire to have him inside, for him to claim my body.
It scares me for a second because I’ve never said those words to a man before—ever, and I don’t even know his name. I was just letting the pleasure take me wherever it needed to go.
This guy doesn’t lose momentum, his body covers mine, his eyes find mine. His smile, those bright green eyes. Something about him feels familiar, comfortable. His kisses though, they’re possessive and this one is erotically arousing as I can taste myself.
Pleasure surges and buzzes with each flick of his tongue inside my mouth. I gasp when he stops and moves away from me.
I watch him roll the condom down his length and then, he’s over me again. His lips at my tits. One of his knees opening mine. Pushing himself up, his mouth finds mine, and my body goes still when I feel him pressing himself slowly against my entrance.
The way his thickness fills me, easing himself slowly makes me tremble. I clutch his shoulders, my nails denting his skin. He’s too big and the deeper he goes the more I want.
He moves gently, pulling slowly, thrusting just at the same pace. It’s a different rhythm, erotic, even sexy. The same way he kisses me. I want this fast and lift my hips, urging speed. I want it harder, faster. He doesn’t budge, with one hand he pins my hip down.
“I want this to last, relax, feel it. This is the first of the night. Let the pleasure flow through your veins, let me lead.”
So I let him take me the way he wants. It’s different and I never thought I’d enjoy it the way I do.
The sweet thrusting pushes me to the highest place I’ve ever climbed and then in one instant I erupt like a volcano filled with hot lava, melting in him.
He rides my orgasm and now plunges himself faster and harder until he finds his release and moans.
He collapses, his chin resting on my shoulder. “I could be doing this forever.”
“Me?”
“Worship you,” he mumbles.
He moves away from me and I whimper at his absence. What is wrong with me? He comes back in bed a few minutes later and tucks me inside the bed. He traces lines with his fingers and says, “You’re a beautiful piece of art.”
I don’t understand the line and before I can ask, I feel his mouth against mine. I relax, he’s not leaving yet. We have all night. Whatever happens tomorrow doesn’t matter.