14. Travis
As she massages my back, I can”t help but relax under her touch. The warm water cascading over us creates a sense of peace that I haven”t felt in a long time. The events of the past days have taken their toll on both of us, but in this moment, with her hands on me, I feel a glimmer of hope that things might just turn out okay after all. I might be half dead on my feet, but when it comes to her, I’m always going to be willing.
She finishes washing my back and then gently turns me around to face her. I let her wash my chest and arms, her hands sliding lower to rub over my cock that has sprang to life.
I can”t help but smile at her touch, feeling the heat of her hands against my skin. Her fingers trace along my shaft, gently stroking it, and I can”t help but lean in to kiss her. I want to taste her, to feel her beneath me, to lose myself in her.
She meets me halfway, her lips soft and welcoming. I kiss her deeply, my hands tangling in her wet hair as I pull her close. Our tongues dance together, exploring each other”s mouths, our bodies pressed tight against each other under the warm spray. Her hand is still wrapped tight around my dick.
She pulls her mouth away and kisses over the dark stubble on my jaw and then lower still. Her lips find the hollow at the base of my neck, gently kissing and sucking. I shiver as she teases the sensitive skin with her teeth. Her hand on my cock never falters in its rhythm, squeezing and stroking me in time with the thudding beat of my heart.
And then she”s sinking to her knees and looking up at me with that sexy grin of hers, her fingers working my cock relentlessly. My head falls back as she takes me into her mouth, warmth enveloping me as I groan aloud.
She sucks and teases with an expertise that leaves me breathless and wanting more. My thoughts haze over as pleasure eclipses everything else, her lips and tongue working magic over my cock. My fingers thread into the wet strands of her hair, guiding her as she takes me deeper into her warmth. The sensations are intoxicating, spiraling through me at a frenzied pace.
Minutes feel like hours as she lavishes attention on me. Words are a distant thought beneath the relentless waves of pleasure, every coherent idea lost in the rhythm of her mouth and hand working in symphony against me. She hums around me, sending vibrations that shake me to the core.
“Fuck, Paige,” I groan as the powerful sensations threaten to take me to my knees.
It”s too much and not enough all at once. My heart is pounding against my ribcage, senses alive with every touch, every stroke, every sweet torment. I can barely breathe. My grip in her hair tightens in response to the building crescendo of pleasure. And then, her rhythm breaks, replaced by a slow and torturous pace. Her eyes flicker up to meet mine, dark and filled with heat that echoes my own desire.
”Paige,” I gasp out a warning but she just smirks around me, her eyes never leaving mine as she continues drawing out my pleasure in long, languid strokes. The teasing is unbearable; every nerve ending is on fire as I stand at the precipice teetering on the edge of oblivion. My heart is a drumbeat in my ears, setting the rhythm for this exquisite torture at her hands.
”God, I”m...I”m...” I manage to splutter out as the onslaught of pleasure barreling towards me gains momentum.
I can see the triumph in her eyes; she knows exactly what she”s doing to me and revels in it. This woman that survived a plane crash and then proceeded to kick the asses of several men on her own is now on her knees in front of me, driving me insane with need. The thought of it, the raw power of it, drives me over the edge.
”Paige!” I cry out as I unravel under her touch, body quaking as the pleasure crashes over me in waves. She doesn’t let up, swallowing every last drop before looking up at me with a satisfied grin. She rises from her knees gracefully and pulls me into the spray. Her hands glide over my skin, gentle now where they were forceful before.
“Let me wash your hair,” I whisper.
She smiles. “I’d like that.”
I take my time, rubbing the shampoo into her hair and gently massaging her scalp. She groans with pleasure, her head dropping back as the water streams down her back and over her curved body. My hands move from her scalp to her shoulders, kneading the soft skin there before trailing down to the small of her back. I can feel the tension in her muscles easing under my touch, her body melting into mine.
She turns around to face me, our bodies pressed together. Her eyes are half-closed, a soft smile on her lips as she wraps her arms around my neck. I cup her face, my thumbs stroking the flushed skin of her cheeks. Leaning down, I capture her lips in a soft kiss, tasting the residue of our passion on them.
Our bodies align perfectly, her wet curves fit snug against my chest. Pulling away from the kiss, I continue to trace paths of suds down her back and over her hips. Her eyes never leave mine as she bites her lower lip in a silent sigh of pleasure.
“The water is getting a little chilly,” I whisper against her lips. “I’m not sure I can hold up against an icy-cold shower.”
She grins and steps away. “We don’t want that.”
I shut off the water and take the towel she hands me. “You know what?” I ask as we step out of the steamy bathroom.
“What?”
“Two beds. We can mess one up and sleep in the other.”
She giggles and throws the towel at me, her eyes sparkling with mischief. ”Or we can mess up both and sleep on the floor.”
I laugh heartily, catching the towel mid-air and tossing it to the side. She steps into me, pressing her breasts against my chest. I wrap my arms around her, pulling her closer and resting my chin atop her head. We stand there for a moment, enjoying the soft silence that has descended upon us.
It’s only a brief moment before we’re tumbling into bed. I’m starving for her. I climb over the top of her, staring down at her sleek, black hair fanned out around her. She’s easily the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.
She reaches between us and grabs my erection again, pulling me against her slick folds. Her touch sends electric shocks down my spine, making me groan in anticipation. She guides me into her slowly, a sigh escaping her lips as I push inside her. She”s hot and wet for me, consuming me completely. Her inner walls clench around me, driving my sanity to the brink. I push into her repeatedly, each thrust harder and deeper than the last. Her soft moans fill the room, spurring me on.
”Look at me,” I command her through gritted teeth, searching for her gaze in the half-light. She complies instantly, her dark eyes filled with lust meeting mine. There”s an intense intimacy in our connection that leaves me breathless. I”ve never felt anything like this before.
”Travis,” she gasps out my name, her fingers digging into my back as she loses herself in the rhythm of our bodies.
Our movements become more frantic, our bodies entwining in a passionate dance of love and lust. I can feel her climax building, her body tensing under me.
“You’re so tight. Wet. I could get lost in you forever.”
“Fuck me!” she cries out. “Harder. Please, Travis.”
Her desperate plea shatters the last remnants of my control. With a growl, I bury myself deeper inside her, thrusting with a wild abandon.
“Like that?” I ask.
She gasps, her nails digging into my back as she nods frantically, clinging tighter to me. ”Yes,” she moans. Her voice is high and breathless. ”Just like that.”
With a force I can”t control, I plunge deeper still, her cries of pleasure pushing me on. Sweat trickles down my forehead as the room fills with the smell of us, of heat, passion, and desire.
Suddenly, her body tightens under me, a sharp cry escaping her lips as she climaxes. The sensation sends me spiraling over the edge with her, a guttural groan tearing from my throat as I explode within her.
Her body convulses around me as she climaxes, her soft cries echoing off the walls. The feeling of her coming undone beneath me extends my own orgasm. I bury my face in the crook of her neck, muffling my cry against her skin.
Spent and panting, I collapse beside her. I pull her into my arms and replay the last few moments.
It”s a sight to behold - Paige in the throes of pleasure. I’ve never seen anything more beautiful, more captivating. Even as my body twitches in the aftermath of the orgasm, I’m already thinking about the next time I get to be with her.
“So much better in a bed,” she laughs.
“I don’t know. I kind of liked the rugged outdoors. The stars above us.”
“And the bugs biting my ass beneath us.”
I laugh and roll away from her. “Let’s get in the other bed. This one is wet.”
“Didn’t you order dinner?” she asks.
“Crap. I did. Let me see if they left it at the door.”
Sure enough, two bags from a local burger joint were sitting outside the door. “Fries are going to be cold,” I said and put the bags on the table.
She’s wrapped up in the hotel robe, looking very casual and relaxed.
“I don’t care,” she says. “I’ll eat them cold.”
We start scarfing down our meals, stuffing our faces with cold, limp fries and warm cheeseburgers. While we’re eating, I know I need to broach the topic that”s been weighing on my mind since we escaped the island. On the flight back to Portland, I thought about it even more.
”We need to really look at this situation,” I say.
She looks at me with confusion. ”What do you mean?” she asks.
I hesitate, knowing that what I”m about to say will only add to her anxiety. But she needs to know the truth, no matter how difficult it may be to hear.
”I think it”s sabotage,” I say, my words coming out in a rush. ”Someone was trying to kill you.”
Her eyes widen in shock, and for a moment, she”s speechless. ”Sabotage? The plane?”
I nod slowly. “It’s a possibility.”
“But who would want to kill me?”
I reach out and take her hand, squeezing it reassuringly. ”That”s what we need to figure out,” I tell her, my voice firm. ”Who knew what flight you were going to be on? Who knew what hotel you were in?”
Her brow furrows as she considers my words, realization dawning in her eyes. ”My firm,” she whispers, her voice barely audible. ”It has to be someone from my firm. My boss made the arrangements. Well, not him, but his assistant.”
”We need to learn a little more about that case and the whistleblower,” I tell her, my voice serious.
”You”re right,” she nods. “Whatever dirt the whistleblower has must be big.”
“I think I just got you more excited for the case instead of scaring you away from it,” I say with a sigh.
She grins. “No one tries to kill me twice and gets away with it.”