Chapter 29 #2
The hotel has a variety of products for us to use. I’m shocked at how thorough they’ve been in foreseeing what someone might need.
Once I’ve washed her face with a pre-made cleansing wipe and a wet cloth, she makes me put facial lotion on her. I proceed to make sure she has clean teeth and brush her soft, long hair.
“You’re the best, Jaxon Crowne.” She smiles as her eyelids fight to stay open.
“I’m happy to be here for you.” Warmth ignites in my heart by taking care of her.
Aftercare is one of my favorite aspects of being with a woman. Too bad I didn’t get to create a scene with Livianna before I got to do this.
I instantly berate myself for letting her affect me this way. I steady my breath and lead her into the bedroom.
She lunges and lands on her stomach on the mattress. “This is heaven.”
“Let me get the bed ready and you can get in.”
“Okay.” She rolls onto her back.
I flip the covers over and she shimmies from side to side. It registers that she’s taking off her dress.
My blood pressure spikes. “Livianna, sleep in your clothes.”
“No. This is real silk. I’ll ruin it if I do.” She pulls the material over her head and drops it to the floor.
She has nothing underneath her clothes. And holy shit, if I’m not growing hard in seconds.
I turn away. “Crawl between the sheets.”
“If you insist.” She does something behind me.
I run my hands down my face. What have I gotten myself into?
She sighs as if she’s yawning. I peek over my shoulder and find her falling asleep with the bedding up to her neck.
Thank God!
I place a bottle of water on the nightstand, turn out the lights, and go make up the couch to sleep on.
As I’m walking past the table to shut down the place, my hip bumps it and her purse drops to the floor. The contents spill out.
I kneel and start putting the items back inside. The silver compact came apart when it hit the ground.
There’s a small, clear, travel-size baggie made to carry individual pills with white powder in it, two blue tablets of some kind of drug, and two capsules with something white in them lying next to it.
“Jesus, Livianna. Are you trying to kill yourself?” I pick up the items and flush them down the toilet.
She might be pissed off about it in the morning, and I’m not sure it’s wise to discard drugs that way, but I don’t give a fuck. I’m not getting busted with them and I’m not leaving them for her to consume.
Once everything is taken care of, I strip down into nothing but my boxer briefs and wrap myself up in an extra blanket I found in the closet. I drift to sleep within minutes.
Something brushes across my lips. I run my tongue along them, only to be met with something soft and moist. I open my eyes.
Livianna smiles and kisses me again. Disoriented, I let it happen. She sucks my bottom lip into her mouth and purrs. My heart pounds and my dick grows.
I should stop this from happening. Before I have the chance, she slips between me and the covers and climbs on top of me. Her breathing is ragged as she slides up and down me.
I break away. “Livianna, we shouldn’t do this.”
“Why? We both want it. Why else would you have brought me to your suite?” She twists her hips to entice me and it works.
I flip her over and pin her wrist above her head. “Is this what you want? Me to take you because I can’t stand not being inside you any longer?”
“Yes,” she breathes. “Don’t go easy on me, Jax.”
“I didn’t plan to.” I take her mouth in a possessive claim as I knead her perfect breasts with my free hand.
She writhes beneath me, arching her back and pushing into me. I combust into white-hot passion, wanting her every way I can imagine. I grind into her and give myself some friction.
She places her palms on my chest and pushes me up. “Jax, I want you.”
I release my grip and trail kisses down her throat and to her breasts. I twirl my tongue around her nipple. It steeples and I smile.
“Do you like that, Livianna?”
“Yes, but I want your mouth lower.”
“Done. I want nothing more than to taste you.”
“Take anything you want from me.” She thrusts her hips. “I want to come on your face.”
“You will. Then you’ll take my cock down your throat and like it.”
She reaches between my legs and strokes me off. Her grip is perfect and my cock throbs like it’s begging to be buried inside her sweet pussy. I’ll get there in a minute, but this feels too good to stop.
“Livianna…” I groan. “Go faster.”
My core tightens and my balls pull up. I can’t believe I’m about ready to come and all she’s done is give me a hand job. I lower my fingers between her thighs and find her nice and wet.
“Fuck, firecracker. I need to be inside you.”
“Jax, we—”
“We, nothing. You’ve been begging for this since that day on the beach and now you’re going to get exactly what I give you.”
She presses her head into the pillow and squeezes her eyes shut. “Keep rubbing me like that. It’s perfect.”
“You’re perfect.” I seal my lips to hers.
Our tongues thrash together and I take in all her sweetness. I don’t think this can get much better.
I push two fingers into her and pull away. “Tell me you’re ready for me.”
“I’m ready.” She takes my mouth back to hers.
I kiss her as I work myself between her thighs. Something crashes and I open my eyes. Light streams through a crack in the curtains, illuminating the room.
I’m by myself on the couch with a raging hard-on. The blanket is on the floor and I’m practically naked.
I realize it was just a dream. “Jesus Christ. What’s my problem?”
“Shit, that hurt.” Livianna’s voice filters through the door in the other room.
The doorknob starts to turn.
Fuck!
She’s about to come out here and find me turned on and wanting her more than ever before.
Now what? There’s nothing I can do to get out of this because the door opens and she comes into view. I’m mortified.
Her cheeks flash red. “Um…hi?”