“Kids are down the hall. Can’t hear a thing. You want to fuck?” he asks.
I look up into his face, giving him a wide-eyed stare. “Are you serious?” I ask him. “We’re wasting time.”
He scoops me up in his arms and carries me inside the room. He sets me on my feet as soon as we’re inside the sliding glass door and leans me against the wall. He lowers his mouth to mine and kisses me gently, his mouth exploring mine. He tastes like wine and dinner and that intoxicating combination of his scent. I fumble my hands all over his body, grabbing his back and pulling him closer as our kisses grow more intense.
Our tongues tangle, and my body thrums to life, all sadness and memories safely packed away in the small space I’m going to keep for them. All I can see is Phantom, this life, and possibilities. All I can feel is his love. And his incredibly hard cock pressing against his fly.
I reach down to unzip him, and he yanks my top over my head. He drops to his knees to tug off my shorts. While I’m standing pressed against the wall, I spread my legs wide enough that he can fit his face between my thighs. He kisses the tender skin of my inner thighs with his mouth, scraping and scratching my legs with his beard, his chin driving me into an aroused frenzy.
I love his friction. His hard and soft parts. His groans and nibbles, growls and kisses.
He stands again and scoops me up, carrying me to the bed. He takes all his clothes off while I watch,appreciating his muscles, his tattoos. The dark hairs that cover his legs and chest.
“Open for me,” he demands, and I do.
I lie back and spread my legs, and he dives between my thighs. He takes his sweet time on me, first kissing my thighs more until my clit is throbbing with need. When he finally sweeps his tongue between my legs, I gasp. He sucks my clit into his mouth and slides two fingers inside me, working his way through my wetness to stroke the tender spots deep within my body.
I lie there boneless, taking in all the pleasure he wants to give me. My eyes are closed, and I let the already familiar bliss transport me to a place where there are only the two of us. Him, deep inside me, as close to the most intimate parts of me as anyone can be.
“I want it rough.” I struggle to get the words out through my heavy breaths. “Fuck me hard, Phantom. I want to feel everything,” I pant, coming so close to going over the edge just from his tongue and fingers. But I don’t want to fall apart just yet.
He slides on a condom that I didn’t even know he had and then spreads my legs wide open.
“Better than dessert,” he says.
I groan. “Better than crème brûlée?”
“Ever damn day of the week.”
He enters me slowly, rocking his hips and sliding his cock deep inside me, taking his time. He’s kneeling so he can watch himself enter my body. His lips are parted, his eyes dark, but he doesn’t speed up. Doesn’t fuck me hard until I can’t think or see. Until I can’t tell if I’m numb or feeling everything.
“Get on top and fuck me,” he says.
He sits at the top of the bed with his legs straight, and I climb over his lap. The hotel bed has a headboard, so I grip it with my hands. That puts my breasts right at mouth level, and Phantom doesn’t hesitate. He sucks my nipple into his mouth hard, the exquisite pleasure tinged with the tiniest edge of pain.
I need this. Need him. Need to push out the power and emotion that are inside my body. I grab the headboard harder for leverage, and with Phantom’s mouth still sucking, I start to ride him.
I move slowly at first, finding just the right spot, but once I feel it, the length of him inside me, the base of his shaft putting the perfect pressure on my clit when I roll my hips, I move faster. A wild need unleashes inside me, and I thrust hard against him. I yank the headboard hard and power my body against his, harder, faster, until the headboard bangs rhythmically against the wall with every brutal jerk of my hips.
“Don’t stop.” Phantom’s panting hard against my breasts, his hair flopping as I work out my need, my desire, my frantic chase for bliss against his body. “Fuck yes, Poppy.”
When I finally come, the climax builds so fast, hits me so hard, I cry out. My nipple is still in Phantom’s mouth, and I’m still moving, shaking, grinding, lost to bliss, fullness and emptiness all at the same time.
I realize as I slow down that he’s coming too, emptying inside me. He curses under his breath and bangs his head back against the headboard, his hips lifting to meet mine. When the orgasms fade, I stay ontop of Phantom, sweaty and breathless. My wet chest sticks to his, and I bury my face against his shoulder.
“That was a first,” he says, his voice sounding a little shocked. “Am I a bottom now?”
I let out a weak giggle. I feel too good to think. Too good to analyze. “As long as we can do that again, who cares?”
“I’m going to need a minute, but fuck yeah.” He helps me and my exhausted legs off him, peels off the condom, and we spoon together naked under the blankets.
“You’re the best thing to ever happen to me, Poppy,” he says. Then, immediately, he starts to snore.
I smile and close my eyes, listening to him breathe. I used to be exhausted by life in the worst possible ways. Everything felt hard, and I never felt good enough to live up to even the lowest expectation. I fall asleep smiling and exhausted in the best ways.
I’m full of love.
I’m happy.
