Standing, she points to the diner’s front window. “I don’t need to. There’s a Day’s Inn right across the way.”
I throw some bills on the table and using her as my shield, manage to exit the restaurant without giving little old ladies a heart attack. Once outside, I take her by the hand, and stride across the parking lot. At the traffic light, we kiss, missing the walk sign, and have to wait for the next.
Chest pounding, my cock shouts for me to hurry the hell up so I run with her across the street.
“A room.” My wallet already out, I place my credit card on the counter.
The guy eyes what’s going on below my navel and smirks but I don’t give a shit. I want to make love to my woman and there’s no shame in that.
Five minutes later, I pin her to the wall of the elevator, and in another four, she’s naked in our hotel room.
“Sweetheart, I need it hard and fast? You okay with that?” I’m so damn excited, I’m not sure what I’ll do if she says no.
She bounces back on the bed, spreads her thighs, and shows off how wet she is.
“Fuck, Sam. I can’t believe what you do to me.” We’ve been together for months now, and instead of lessening, my daily cravings magnify ten-fold, maybe more.
I slide between her legs, position myself at her opening, and plunge in deep.
Opioids were shoved down my throat after my IED exploded, but this here is far superior and sets my blood on fire.
Her fingertips clutch my hips and her nails bite into the sides of my butt cheeks. However, it’s her eyes that drive me wild. Darker than the deepest sea, they stare at me with pure, fucking desire.
“Sugar.” Drawing out slowly, I dive in again, and grind in small circles until the centers of her eyes dilate.
“Faster.” She moans, bites her lower lip, and lifts her butt off the bed to meet my pace.
Out of my ever-lovin’ mind, I connect with her. The need inside me is beyond primal. It’s as if the universe is centered on my cock, waiting for me to explode.
“Look at me.” Damn, I’m about to come and want her with me.
Sweat rolls off me and becomes a lubricant to speed things up. “Clench me as hard as you can.”
“’K.” She locks her heels behind me as I work us into a fever, my lizard brain running the show.
The headboard bangs the wall and her body tenses. Oh man, she’s close. Not stopping, I balance on one elbow, reach between us, and bother her nub with my thumb.
“Yessss.” Her eyes go so fucking wide, something inside me snaps.
The base of my spine tingles, my balls coil tight, I swell…
“Sugar, now.” Her breast in my mouth, I suck hard.
“Fuck!” She comes, bucking like a bronco and thank God almighty, so do I.
My whole damn body shakes with delight as I pump into her. Then, a roller coaster with one last thrill, I thrust again before falling on her chest.
We lay there, half dead, half in heaven, our bodies as one.
Sometime after, I got no idea how long, Sam cups my cheek and slides her fingers behind my neck.
“Holy shit.” I grin and lift in a pushup because now I think of it, I’m probably squishing her. Her eyes widen and her inner core does this twitchy thing as I slowly pull out.
“Exactly how does poo get holy?” She laughs and slaps my hand away when I pinch her perfect nipple.
“Blessed by the pope, no doubt.”
“I don’t think he has time. He has elves for that.”
