Chapter 26
It had been years since I’d put up Christmas decorations, and I was amazed at how long it was taking. Tania, Marjorie, and I had been at it since my shift ended two hours ago. Luckily, we were only doing the bar area as we still weren’t finished.
To fit into most of the staff’s work and life schedules, the Christmas party was due to start at five o’clock and would go for just three hours.
We could have forgone the decorations, but it was the first Christmas party the Hot Horizon Hotel had had in two years, and the staff were excited, so I wanted to make it a little special.
Tania had cranked up the music the minute we’d started decorating, and even though both Marjorie and Tania were on duty, I allowed her to pour the three of us a drink to get into the party mood. It was fun, we laughed a lot, and it wasn’t long before both ladies started voicing their opinions on John. It seemed Needledick hadn’t just picked on me.
“He was always perving at my ass. Gave me the creeps,” Tania said as I climbed the ladder to reach the top of the Christmas tree. I tugged the golden angel into position at the top of the tree, and for the hundredth time, I scowled over my annoying gel nails.
I climbed down the ladder and frowned at her. “Why didn’t you say something?”
She shrugged. “Who was I going to tell? It doesn’t matter now, anyway. He’s gone.”
“I’ll drink to that.” Marjorie held her cocktail up, and the colorful Tequila Sunrise looked spectacular in the red bar lighting. We clinked our glasses and toasted the demise of Needledick.
I glanced around at the decorations. Tiny fairy lights flickered along the glass racks above the bar. Alternating gold and red tinsel were draped from the far wall to the bar, and the ten-foot Christmas tree was decorated from top to bottom with ornaments and colorful lights.
“Okay, I think we’re ready. I’m going to head upstairs to change, and I’ll see you back here in half an hour.” I pointed a finger at each of them. “Don’t refill your drinks. You’re both on duty, remember?”
“Yes, boss.” Marjorie saluted me, and I shook my head and chuckled as I walked off.
As I rode the elevator up to my room, I smiled at myself in the mirror. It was good to know I’d brought some sunshine to the Hot Horizon Hotel staff. I quickly changed into the red dress Lolly had helped me choose the other day during our post-Billy retail therapy.
The dress was fire engine red with a fitted bodice that came in at the waist and flared out into a classic 1950s retro style. I spun in a circle, and the skirt billowed around me. It was fun and sassy and perfect for a staff Christmas party.
While I was in front of my closet, I plucked out the dress I’d wear later for Hunter. When he’d phoned earlier this week, I couldn’t believe my luck. He wouldn’t be available until about nine o’clock tonight, and if all went to plan and the work Christmas party wrapped up at eight-thirty, that would give me just enough time to get back up to my room to change into my Memphis disguise.
My sadness over Billy had dissipated with Hunter’s call, and I hadn’t stopped smiling since. I brushed my teeth, touched up my makeup, styled my hair, and grabbed my room key to return to the party.
The elevator doors opened to Coldplay blaring out their “Christmas Lights” song from the bar, and I smiled as raucous laughter erupted. I stepped around the corner to see dozens of hotel staff watching Dan from the Horizons gym walk across the room and flicking his non-existent hair as if impersonating someone. They all laughed again, and I joined in as I strolled into the bar. “What’s going on?” I asked Tania.
“Dan’s pretending to be John.”
I chuckled, even though I didn’t see the resemblance.
“Knock. Knock.”
I turned to the voice and waved the chef over. “Thank you so much,” I said as Wyatt, the chef from the Blue Haven Café, carried two trays toward us.
“You’re welcome. Any time.” He placed the trays down. “I’ll just get the other two.”
I peeled off the silver foil to reveal an assortment of pastries, tarts, and meatballs. Hopefully Wyatt’s savory cooking was as delicious as his sweet treats I enjoyed every week.
“Oh, yummy.” Peter reached for a meatball and dipped it into the red sauce at the side. It was the first time I’d seen him smile, and I liked what I saw. As the hotel cleaner, he probably didn’t get much joy at work.
“Okay, who’s up for a Slippery Nipple?” Pete had lined up shot glasses on the bar.
“Hey, who authorized those?” I attempted my best scowl at the bar manager.
Pete wriggled his bushy eyebrows. “It’s a party.”
Nora nudged her shoulder to me. “Just one?”
“Okay, just one.” Her pleading voice had me giving in. Not that I tried really hard.
As Pete layered the Baileys Irish Cream and butterscotch schnapps into the shot glasses, Wyatt returned with another two trays of food. I thanked him again, and after he walked away, I peeled off the silver foil to reveal an assortment of sushi, cheeses, and cold meats on one, and the other loaded with sweet treats.
“Make a toast, Jane,” Marjorie said.
“Oh, ummm.” A shot glass was shoved into my hand. As everyone turned my way, my mind scrambled over something inspirational to say.
I sucked in a quick breath and held up my glass. “I know how hard you all work to make our beautiful hotel a success, and I know the last couple of years have lacked in acknowledgments of your dedication. But I plan to change that. I love working here, and I hope that you all do too.”
“We do now,” Tania said.
“Yeah, it’s already better now that you’re in charge,” Nora said.
“Thank you. Merry Christmas, guys, and I look forward to a wonderful new year working with you all. Cheers.”
“Cheers,” they said in unison, and together, we all shot our drinks down our throats. I gulped the sweet liquid and placed my glass on the table.
During the next couple of hours, as we drank a few more drinks and ate the delicious food, I made a point of talking to each staff member individually. Although we’d essentially worked under the same roof for years, other than Marjorie, I barely knew any of them. It was something I intended to change.
Several guests checked in during our party, and each time Marjorie made her way to the counter, I prayed she didn’t breathe on them. Fortunately, her shift finished soon, and then Bailey would start his shift. I’d been watching him, and other than the shot he’d had earlier, he’d been holding onto the same beer for most of the evening. Unlike Tracy, the new staff member from Brisbane—she’d had more drinks than I could count, yet she barely showed any signs of inebriation.
I’d be flat on my back if I’d had as many as she had.
A teenage girl came bounding into the bar and wrapped her arms around Marjorie. “Hey, Mom.”
“Roxanne. You’re here already.”
“It’s nearly eight o’clock.” Marjorie’s daughter smiled up at her mother, and I recognized their likeness. Russell, her son, strolled to his mother’s side, and by contrast, he looked nothing like Marjorie.
“Hey everyone, these are my kids, Roxanne and Russell.”
Everybody said hello. Russell had changed dramatically since I’d last seen him. His jaw had squared out, he’d grown about seven inches, and his shoulders had become broader. At just shy of seventeen, Russell was growing into a very handsome man.
“You guys want something to eat?” I pointed at what was left of the food, and when they both strolled that way, Marjorie stepped toward me.
“Thanks for the party. It was great.”
“My pleasure; I’m glad you enjoyed it. What’re you doing now?”
“Helen and I are taking the kids ten-pin bowling. That should be fun after the drinks I’ve had.”
“It might be more fun with the alcohol.”
She chuckled. “Yeah, maybe.”
“Do you want to take some food home with you?”
“Hell no, those little buggers will eat it all. Save some for me in the staff fridge.”
I giggled, agreed to her suggestion, and stepped forward to save some treats for her before Dan devoured them all.
The bell at reception chimed, and I turned to see who’d pressed it. Even with his back to me, I knew it was Hunter, my sexy chocolatier. . . my date for the evening. My heart skipped a few beats as he turned toward us.
I spun my back to him, fearful he might recognize me.
Bailey scurried past and headed toward reception. I nudged in behind the Christmas tree and stayed there until Bailey rejoined us a few minutes later.
Marjorie took forever to leave, and I felt the pressure of the clock ticking toward my date with Hunter. The rest of the staff looked like they were settling in. I thought by eight o’clock, they’d all be leaving.
“Would I be able to take some of these home?” Nora pointed at the food trays.
“Of course, help yourself.”
Nora selected a few nibbles and sealed them in the foil that originally covered the trays.
Dan shoved a few more in his mouth, tossed back the last of his beer, and plonked the bottle on the bar. “Thanks for a great night, Jane.”
“You’re welcome. Thanks for coming.”
“Hey, if the boss’s paying, I’m in.” He gave me a gentle punch on my bicep, and I chuckled.
“Are you going home?” Tracy pulled a sad face, and Dan’s smile could have lit up the Christmas tree.
“Don’t have to.”
“Cool. Want to show me around Surfers?” She tugged her lip into her mouth, and it became plainly obvious that I’d missed the relationship that was brewing between these two.
Dan put his elbow out. “I’d love to.”
“See ya, Jane. Thanks for a great night.” Tracy tucked her arm into Dan’s, and the two of them giggled as they strolled from the bar.
My jaw was still ajar as I turned to Tania and Pete.
Pete huffed. “That didn’t take long.” I wasn’t sure if I detected jealousy in Pete’s comment or not.
“You’re not kidding.” I glanced at the clock over the bar. The tick, tick, tick in my head was as loud as a jackhammer. Hunter was likely to come strolling into this bar at any second now, and I needed to get out of there. “Sorry guys . . . but I have to go.”
“That’s okay. Thanks for a great party,” Tania said.
“You’re welcome.” I felt terrible leaving before they’d all gone, but the prospect of seeing Hunter quickly changed my focus. As I counted the seconds for the elevator to arrive, I prayed Hunter wasn’t in there when the doors finally opened. He wasn’t, and I sighed with relief as I stepped into the empty elevator.
By the time I entered my apartment, I was already five minutes late; by the time I was dressed in my Memphis disguise and my cute rust-colored shirt-style dress that buttoned all the way up the front, I was twenty minutes late.
Horrible thoughts of Hunter leaving before I got there whizzed through my brain as I rode the painfully slow elevator back to the lobby. I checked my reflection, confirming all traces of Jane were gone. Satisfied, I glided on another layer of lipstick, ensured none of my dark hair escaped from the blonde wig, and tried to calm my beating heart.
The doors opened, and I strode toward the Christmas carols still emanating from the bar. My heart thundered in my chest. At least twenty staff members were still hanging around.
That wasn’t good.
I needed to get Hunter out of there and quick. I spied him immediately. Hunter was a magnet—a hunky sex magnet drawing me in with his stunning physique and handsome features.
He smiled as I approached and stood to greet me. “Hey, Just Memphis.”
I cringed at that name. It felt so, so wrong.
I placed my hands on his hips, feeling the corded muscle beneath my fingers, and angled my face up to him. Our lips met for the briefest of kisses, and I already wanted so much more. “I’m sorry I’m late.”
“That’s okay. I ordered us a glass of wine, but after that, I thought we could go eat somewhere. I’m starving.”
“Perfect.” Even though I’d already devoured a mountain of food during the Christmas party, anything to get us out of the bar was a good plan.
Tania arrived with our two wine glasses, and I pretended to scratch my forehead as I looked away. When she left, I was grateful we were seated at the far end of the bar as it was a fair distance from where Tania, Pete, and the rest of the staff hovered.
“Cheers.” Hunter raised his, and I chinked mine to his.
“Cheers.” I sipped the wine and admired Hunter over the glass. Each time we were together, my feelings for him grew deeper, more complex, yet also more complete. Everything about him was bewitching, and I’d long ago fallen under his magical spell.
My instincts told me Hunter and I were meant to be together. Yet I still found it difficult to believe that a man like Hunter would be interested in a girl like me. But I had to remind myself that it wasn’t me he was interested in . . . it was Memphis.
The very thought just about broke my heart.
My only hope was he’d see past my deceit. I was Memphis. Everything about Memphis came from me. She was me and I was her. Hunter and I had spent so much time together, I prayed he’d understand that.
Tonight, I had to tell him the truth. Whatever the consequences of that admission were, I had to suffer them. I couldn’t go on deceiving him anymore. I just had to wait for the perfect moment.
Hunter drained his glass. “Shall we go eat?”
“Of course.”
He collected a bag from the floor, and I was about to ask him about it when he diverted my attention by flashing his brilliant smile and bending his elbow just like Dan had done with Tracy earlier.
I curled my arm in, and together, we walked from the bar and across the lobby like a couple of lovers would. Once we reached the steps, Hunter took my hand, and we crossed over to the beach side of the grass and walked in the opposite direction to Surfers Paradise.
“What do you feel like for dinner?” he asked.
“I don’t mind.”
“Well . . . I brought a towel with me.” He tapped the bag. “I thought we could grab fish and chips and sit down on the beach.”
“Oh, that sounds wonderful.” The moon was barely a sliver on the horizon, and I knew from experience that within half an hour, it would light up my beach beautifully.
As we strolled to the Happy Snapper, our conversation flowed freely. Hunter talked about his business and how well it was going in Queensland, and I told him all about Aunty Ann and the funny things she was known for.
At the fish and chip shop, we ordered our meal. While we waited for it to be cooked, we went a couple of shops down and bought a bottle of wine and two plastic wine glasses. We returned to the Happy Snapper just as they called Hunter’s name.
With him carrying our meal and me carrying the paper bag containing the wine, we strolled along the grass and onto the raised wooden platform that would lead us down onto the beach. I paused where the boardwalk met the sand and stepped out of my stilettos.
“You okay with this?” The concern on Hunter’s face was highlighted in the moonlight.
“Of course.”
“Put your shoes in here if you like.” He opened the bag, and I placed my stilettos on top of the towel.
“Lead the way.”
There was enough light from the buildings behind us to illuminate Hunter’s sexy bottom, and I watched his cheeks rise and fall with every step he took. “You’re checking out my butt, aren’t you?”
I giggled. “Maybe.”
He stayed high up on the beach in the soft sand and found a little spot that was fairly flat and almost fully encompassed with beach grass. There were people way down at the waterline, and I could hear people behind us, but amongst this vegetation, we were totally secluded. It was our own little hidden oasis.
He held the bag containing the food toward me. “Can you hold this for a sec?”
I curled the bottle of wine beneath my elbow, and as I held the food container, Hunter plucked the towel from the bag and laid it out so we’d sit facing the beach. He then began undoing his shirt buttons.
I chuckled. “Hey, we haven’t even eaten.”
With a cheeky smile, he cocked his head at me, then placed his shirt on the sand in front of the towel. “It’s for our food.”
“Oh.” I giggled, feeling a little silly. The moon was a giant white globe, and with each passing second, it rose slightly higher off the horizon, casting warm light over the tumbling waves. With my shirtless man basking in the moonlight, I was absorbing the most spectacular scene ever.
He took the wine and food from me, and I lowered onto the towel. While I wriggled into position, he put the plastic bag on his shirt and opened the lid on the polystyrene container holding our food. Then he cracked open the wine and poured each of us a drink.
Hunter sat at my side. “I’m starving.”
He offered me first choice, but it was difficult to focus on the food with my half-naked man sitting beside me. He commanded attention in all the right ways. The heat of his body was more exotic than the full moon rising high off the ocean.
I plucked a prawn cutlet from the tray, and as I munched away, I absorbed my glorious setting. “It’s beautiful tonight.” I reached for my glass and took a sip.
“You’re beautiful.”
I tugged my lip into my mouth as I turned to him. “Thank you.” I accepted his compliment; however, it was Hunter who was beautiful. Everything about him was special—his incredibly handsome looks, his gentle demeanor, his fun nature, his ambition, his sense of adventure. I was pretty sure I could go on listing his endearing attributes all night long.
As he passed the food tray over again and I plucked a piece of crumbed snapper, I wondered what it was about me that he liked. Once again, the brutal reality of my never-ending lies hit me. Hunter didn’t even know my name. Or my job. The reality of my stupid situation was brutal agony, and as we shared a meal and the conversation flowed so perfectly, little pieces of my heart drifted away with the gentle breeze.
I had to tell him. As much as I didn’t want to ruin our perfect night, I couldn’t delay this a moment longer.
“So, tell me, Just Memphis, when do I get to know your surname?”
My body froze to ice. This was it; he’d opened up the perfect opportunity. My heart pounded, my breath shot in and out, and I clenched my jaw in an attempt to stop my chin dimpling.
I put my glass down and sucked in a long, shaky breath. “Hunter, there’s something?—”
“Oh look, a shooting star. Quick, make a wish.” His excitement was electric, childish even, as he pointed at the blaze of light.
“What? Oh.”
“Quick, make a wish.” He squeezed his eyes shut, and I did the same. It wasn’t hard to think of a wish. The only wish that meant anything was that Hunter would forgive me.
He gulped back his drink and placed his glass on his shirt. “Want to know what I wished for?” His eyes dazzled in the moonlight.
I giggled at his enthusiasm. “You can’t tell me, or it won’t come true.”
“It’ll only come true if I tell you.”
“That’s not how this game is played.” But after his comment, I really did want to know.
He wriggled around to rest on his knees, giving me more of his body to look at. “Come on . . . indulge me.”
Unable to resist his boyish charm, I smiled. “Okay, what did you wish for?”
“I wished to see your boobies.”
I burst out laughing. “Boobies?”
“Yes. I’d like to see your boobies in this fabulous moonlight.” He tried to be serious, but a mischievous smile lit up his face.
A delightful flutter danced across my stomach from the way he looked at me. It was more than just desire in his eyes—there was passion, too, wild, primal passion that looked on the verge of bursting.
The delicious pulses curling through my body confirmed I was ready to get naked with this sexy man. Even out here in the open. I was feeling sexy and horny and ready to get a little reckless too. I ran my tongue over my lips, then placed my hands on the towel behind me and pushed my boobies forward. “You just need to undo the buttons.”
“Okey dokey.” He rubbed his hands together and matched the move with a cheeky grin as he inched closer. His gaze flitted from my eyes to my mouth to the buttons he undid, and with each release, my nipples hardened.
The delicate buds were no longer meek and mild—they were standing to attention, ready to be exposed to the world.
Halfway down my dress, before he peeled the fabric open, he leaned forward on one hand, and I closed my eyes as our lips met. A delicious shudder rolled through me, starting at my clit, and weaving its way right up to my peaked nipples.
I opened my mouth, allowing Hunter entry. His tongue danced with mine in a delicious tango that had a beautiful tune playing across my heart.
He pulled back and silently carried on with my buttons. His breathing was faster and deeper, and his chest rose and fell. The crashing waves added to the wonderful sounds. Nature’s grand show played out around me as the most amazing man on earth played my heartstrings.
Again, he paused, two buttons from my hem, drawing out the final release. He trailed kisses from my lips to my neck, and I turned my head, offering him my flesh. As he kissed from my collarbone to my earlobe, tiny goosebumps blazed across my skin.
A flame of heat licked through me, matching the pulsing in my pussy. I clenched my insides, trying to tame my own beast that was eager to launch onto Hunter.
He pulled away and returned to my buttons. With the final one released, he took his time peeling my dress open, doing a gradual reveal. His extraordinary patience drove me wild, and I scrunched the towel into the sand. He trailed kisses from the top of my lace G-string up my belly to between my breasts.
My nipples begged to be sucked, and when he pulled back and placed a hand over my breast, I braced on one hand and reached behind my back to unclip my bra.
The red lace loosened, releasing my breasts, and Hunter curled his hand beneath my bra and pulled my lingerie upward. I glanced down at my boobs. My nipples were rock-hard pebbles, almost to the point of hurting, and in this moonlight, the tiny nodules around the dark part of my breast stood out too.
Hunter glided his tongue around my hardened bud. The moonlight provided the perfect amount of glow to witness the wonderful spectacle. I curled my pussy back and forth on the towel, riding the glorious pulses that raged through me.
He alternated between his tongue pleasuring my boobs by rolling around and around my nipple to wrapping his lips around it and sucking my nipple into his mouth. With my focus diverted, I barely noticed his hand feed into my G-string.
I parted my legs, eager to have another part of my body ravished.
I groaned as his finger touched my clit, and gasped when he entered my throbbing hole. With his mouth working wonders on my breasts and his fingers plunging in and out of my pussy, I tipped my head back, closed my eyes, and let my body take over.
It was sensory overload, and the pounding waves faded to obscurity as Hunter took my body to another world. The orgasm building inside me grew swiftly, stacking layer upon layer until I was ready to burst. Hunter may have been able to take his time—not me though.
I was on the edge, so, so close.
“Hey, get a move on.”
A beam of light blazed up the beach, and I squealed as I grappled for my dress.
Hunter turned toward the light, his upper body silhouetted against the powerful beam. “Sorry, Officer.”
“This is a public place. We’ll have none of that.”
Giggling, I fumbled with my buttons.
“Yes, sir. Sorry.”
“You will be. Get a room, you stupid randy teenagers.”
I stifled a laugh as Hunter stood up. The bulge in his pants dominated his shape in the blazing light. Shielding me from the police officer’s view, Hunter offered a hand and launched me to my feet. As I raced to do up my buttons with my stupid nails, Hunter picked up our gear.
It was only once we started walking that the giant light was turned off, and the police patrol continued in the sand buggy up the beach.
Within a minute, Hunter and I were chuckling; within two, we were laughing so hard I could barely breathe. I hadn’t done up my bra, and my boobs wobbled freely.
It perfectly matched how I felt . . . free.
Alive.
We stepped from the sand and onto the boardwalk that led us up off the beach. We fell in side by side, and Hunter put his arm around my shoulders and tugged me to him. “Well, that was a first for me.”
I chuckled as I put my arm around his waist. “Me too.”
“So, you heard what the nice police officer said. We need to find a room.”
I glided my hand up the side of his torso, feeling the steely muscles beneath his shirt. “We do.”
“Would you like to come to my room then?”
“I’d be delighted.”
We stepped from the boardwalk onto the grass and took a moment to brush the sand off our feet. “Do you want to put your shoes back on?”
“No, I’ll be fine.”
“Hmmm,” he mumbled.
I blinked up at him. “Hmmm, what?”
“What? Nothing?”
I turned to him, placed my hands on his pecs, and looked up into his magical eyes. “It didn’t seem like nothing to me.”
His face softened, and he curled his hand across my cheek. “It’s just . . . I find you fascinating. You dress beautifully and in a way that I thought you’d die if you got your hands or feet dirty, yet that’s not the woman I see. You’re a mysterious puzzle, Just Memphis.”
His long lashes flicked down and up my body as he smiled. “And I look forward to unraveling that mystery.”
I was torn between jumping onto his hips and kissing him wildly and telling him exactly why I was a mystery. He grabbed my hand, saving me from my indecision, and we walked up the Hot Horizon Hotel steps and crossed the lobby in silence.
Bailey waved at us from behind reception, and Hunter and I both waved back at him. The elevator door opened and we stepped in, and he pressed the button for the eighth floor.
At his floor, we strolled arm in arm to room forty-eight. Hunter opened the door and stepped aside for me. I walked to the dining table and placed my bag over the back of the chair. When I turned to Hunter, I just about melted at how handsome he was. He had an inner beauty about him that shone as brightly as a diamond.
He stepped up to me and placed his hand on my waist, and as he curled his other hand around my neck, his eyes burned into mine. “There’s something you should know about me.”
I blinked and just about burst at the seriousness in his demeanor. “Okay.”
“I always finish what I start.” His words oozed sexuality.
“O . . . oh.” I could barely breathe, and I stepped into his embrace as he lowered his lips to mine. Our kiss was heated, loaded with lust. But it was more than that—so much more. With his arms around me, I felt safety, peace, at home, and could I dare to believe . . . in love.
The restraint Hunter had shown on the beach was long gone, replaced instead with eager fingers that flipped open my buttons. I undressed him at lightning speed, and in a flash, we were both naked, our bodies pressed together as our hands explored each other.
As our kiss deepened, we each moaned, and I drove my fingers through his hair, pulling him down to me.
I sought his cock and wrapped my hand around his masterpiece. As I glided my fingers up and down his length, it thickened, growing more impressive by the second. His hand nudged between my thighs, and I parted my legs, allowing him easy access.
His finger drove into me, and our united moans filled the room.
Barely a few heartbeats later, I was right back on that delicious precipice between a building orgasm and mind-blowing release. Hunter’s fingers rubbed my clit with every plunge. I raised my knee, contouring my upper body to his and giving his probing hand a whole new angle.
I was there, oh so close to exquisite release.
Hunter must have sensed my climax as his finger-fucking grew wild, in and out, over my clit. I screamed into his neck, dug my fingers into his back, and hung on as he guided me through my incredible orgasm.
He edged me across the room, and when my calves touched the bed, I sat and wriggled up the sheets. As much as I could have stayed right where I was and ogled the incredible man before me, with chiseled abs and his erection large and mighty, I wanted his beast inside me.
He strode to the bedside table and removed a condom, and I watched his trembling fingers as he rolled it onto his shaft. I parted my thighs, welcoming him in, and he took my invitation by crawling up my body and positioning himself over me with his strong, muscular arms.
Again, our eyes locked, silently communicating a singular desire—to ravage each other.
As he lowered himself, molding our sweat-slicked skin together, I closed my eyes. I drove my fingers through his hair, clutched a handful, and pulled him onto me. Our kiss was driven by greed, and our tongues lashed together.
He tasted divine, he felt incredible, and the heady scent of our passion drove me wild.
Hunter eased my hand out of his hair, and with our palms together, he pinned my left hand above my head. He raised his hips off mine and drove his hand down between us, guiding his cock to my opening. I raised my knees, lifting my bottom and giving him entrance.
But he held his cock there, prolonging the anticipation as our kiss intensified.
I curled my ass off the bed, trying to push his cock into me, desperate to have him inside me, but he pulled away. I wanted to reach down and push that beast inside me.
I was wet and hot and so fucking ready I thought I’d explode.
I pulled my lips from his. “You’re killing me, Hunter.”
The glaze in his eyes evaporated. His dilated pupils found me, and the fire I saw in them took my already wild libido to raging. I clawed his back with my right hand and raised my hips to angle his swollen crown at my hot, throbbing hole.
His breath hitched, his jaw clamped shut, and as he glided his shaft into me, his eyes shot open and closed in a flash. My insides clenched around his cock, clamping him in my velvet vise. When he couldn’t push anymore, he stopped there, impaling me with his length. His cock pulsed, swelling inside me, and I squeezed tighter around him, letting him know I felt him.
Hunter let out a long primal groan and pulled his cock out and slammed it right back into me. He did it again, quickly out to the very tip and fast and hard right back into my throbbing pussy.
Each time he slammed into me his crown touched that part of me that loved and hated it at the same time. It felt so damn good.
As he drove into me, over and over and over, a tidal wave of pleasure barreled through my body, building a climax of mammoth proportions. But I didn’t want it to stop; I wanted Hunter to fuck me all night, every night, for ever and ever.
His pace increased, and every muscle in my body stiffened. Gasping, I tried to trap him inside me, clenching him in my core. He cried out, and together we climaxed. His thrusts were deep and hard and complete, and I rode every one of them to their full glory.
After one last thrust in which he released a deep, primal groan, he began to slow, and the breath he’d been holding came gushing out.
He rolled to my side, and I whimpered when his cock slipped out of me. With our fingers still entwined above my head, he rolled me onto my side. My back was now against his torso, and with our hands still locked together, Hunter draped his arm over my waist and beneath my boob.
Our breathing gradually returned to normal, as we spooned each other. I had never done this before. This was everything perfect and wonderful in life all rolled into one. It was chocolate syrup, crackling fireplaces, and fabulous wine. It was homey bliss.
He released my hand, cupped my breast, and squeezed, firm but sensual. “Stay right there.”
He slid away, and I admired his sexy butt as he walked to the bathroom. The toilet flushed and he walked. Moments later, he slipped into position behind me again. He returned his hand to cover the back of mine, entwining our fingers.
My heart swelled to bursting as I listened to his steady breathing. I’d officially slipped into heaven. If this was my last night on earth, then I’d be happy with the ending.
Our breathing grew long and steady, and as a beautiful warmth flooded me both inside and out, I closed my eyes for just a moment.