His expression turned from chagrined to self-mockery. “My memory was so much better before I turnedforty.”
“Silly.” She checked him out from head to toe and then back again. “I’m glad to say that might be the only thing going down for youthere.”
His eyes rounded, but he recovered quickly from the shock. With one step, he pinned her against the side wall, bracing his arms on either side of her head, his erection poking at her belly. She never felt more alive. She grabbed his bulging upper arms and tipped her head back, straining her neck, to hold his stare. Defiant and provocative, she rolled her hips, rubbing his hard-on. He hissed, resting his forehead against hers and closing his eyes. With a sharp intake of air, he thrust forward and stopped her movement. “Behave, woman. They’ve got cameras inhere.”
She whispered, “Iknow.”
The elevator doors opened, and they scurried out. Tristan stole the key card from her fingers and opened the suite door in record time. Once inside, he pinned her to the door and smashed his mouth over her expecting lips. Izzie pulled herself up, embracing his waist with her legs, crossing her feet on his back, and digging her elbows on his shoulders. He cupped her butt and held her in place as he deepened the kiss. She pulled his hair, hungry for his touch, wanting to mark him as hers. She swirled her tongue around his, digging her nails in his neck as he sucked her lower lip. Her thin panties turned damp against her skin as he rubbed his jeans-clad cock against them, her nipples pierced her bra as they rubbed against hischest.
She reached between their bodies and unbuttoned his jeans, muttering in-between kisses, “Too manyclothes.”
“Oh,yeah.”
His out-of-breath agreement was all she needed. She freed his cock and closed her fingers around it, guiding the pulsing flesh to her entrance. It twitched under her touch and a droplet of moisture transferred from its tip to her finger. She raised it to her lips and sucked atit.
Eyes glued to her mouth, Tristan moaned and reached inside his pocket producing a condom wrapper that she swiftly opened and helped him cover his cock. Anticipation and the rush of adrenaline made her lips dry, so she wetted them with hertongue.
Tristan thrust up inside her with one movement, filling her to the brim, and covering her mouth with his. She groaned inside his lips, rocking her hips, tightening her thighs around his waist. He pulled his hip back until her body gripped only the tip of his cock, then nailed her against the door, jamming her sweet spot with his crotch, and making her climax with an explosive orgasm she did not seecoming.
“Oh, my fucking God,” she cried out, digging her heels in his butt, quivering around his cock, gasping forair.
Grunting, Tristan swayed his hips back and forth, increasing his speed, as more waves of pleasure broke over Izzie’s skin, making her drip her arousal on his sheathed cock as dark spots clouded her vision. She locked her lips on his, biting the soft flesh of his full lower lip and drinking his groans as his cock unloaded. The warmth of the jets caressed her inside walls even through the thin latex, and she smiled against his cheek as he slowed the pace of his stabbinghips.
When his deflating member abandoned her body, Izzie dropped her legs and stood, still crutching his shoulders for support, limbs too shaky to hold herupright.
Tristan mumbled, “I will not be able to walk straight tomorrow, but I don’t give a damn. This was so worth thelimp.”
Lightheaded, but not wanting to let go of the feeling, Izzie suggested, “Quick shower and roundtwo?”
“You mean, a quickie under the shower as round two, or a swift cooling down in separate showers, then a nice and long round two on a softmattress.”
She paused and gave the options somethought.
“You’re kidding me. Are you actually considering the first scenario? I was joking, woman. I wouldn’t be able to perform justnow.”
“If you used your imagination, you might.” Shewinked.
Tristan chuckled. “I’d rather savor you dry and on a horizontal position, if you don’tmind.”
She shrugged. “I’ll hold you to thatpromise.”
“My pleasure.” His time to wink. “Why are you stalling? Get in that shower, come on.” He swatted her ass, which the thin sundress barely covered, and strode toward the guestroom.
She heard the running shower, and his singing, before she reached herbathroom.
* * *
Izzie and Tristanspent the evening pleasuring each other, planning the future, and discussing their insecurities. They cheered each other up, made each other come, and praised each other. The only topic they steered clear of was their feelings for each other. Izzie feared she would spook him, if she confessed her love for him. She respected his need to learn to trust her again, so she didn’t want to jump thegun.
As long as she could turn his chest into her favorite pillow every night, she didn’t mind the wait. With that tempting thought and a wicked smile on her lips, she slipped into a satisfiedsleep.
During the night, Izzie’s racing heart beats woke her up with a startle. Still dazed from a sensual dream she was having, she bolted upright to find her dream had come true. Tristan snapped his head up from between her thighs, chin and lips glistening with her pleasure, and the image made her heart burst at theseams.
He splayed his large hand on her midriff and shushed her. Then, he whispered, “Let me loveyou.”
She plopped back on the pillows and stared at the ceiling. She closed her eyes and savored the sensations his teeth and mouth aroused in her. Planting her feet on the mattress, she relaxed and opened herself to him. “That’s my girl,” he muttered inside her, triggering small waves of pleasure. She quivered, and he chuckled, intensifying the pressure his lips applied to her dripping folds. He lapped at her juices and pulled her clit inside his mouth, flicking it with the tip of his tongue until she screamed. Her body gripped his mouth as she came fast andhard.
She pulled his hair, lifting his face from between her thighs, and demanded, “You. Inside me.Now.”
