“You are so beautiful.”
His words cause me to open my eyes, and when I see his expression, I wish I hadn’t. His face mimics my every thought, like in another world, another time, this could really be something. He must feel it too, this cosmic pull between us. That throughout the last few months of teasing one another, something real was brewing underneath it all.
I run my hands up his neck, through his hair, pulling him down to kiss me, wanting to feel it all, even if it’s just for one night.
Within minutes, that familiar feeling coils in my belly, moving around my hip.
“Jim,” I gasp, not wanting him to change his angle, to change the pace. “Oh my god, don’t stop. Holyshit, I might come again.”
He crushes his mouth to mine, his hips thrusting in perfect rhythm as his tongue sweeps in and out, never slowing until sparks flash behind my eyes and I scream, the sound caught by his kiss.
He lowers to his forearms, face buried in my hair as he picks up the pace. His thrusts are for him now, and I hold on tight. Every grunt, every drop of sweat that falls on me adds fire to my soul.
“Jim,” I coo, making sure my mouth is at the shell of his ear, feeling his skin brush against my lips as I speak. “Come on my tits.”
His thrusts falter, arms giving out, and his entire body shuddering at my request. He lifts himself up on his hands, looking directly into my eyes as he resumes his motions.
I lock onto him, keeping that contact, letting the last vulnerable moment ride out between us, knowing it has to be the last time.
He sits up higher on his knees, wrapping his hands under the back of my knees to spread my legs while he drives himselfhome. He rocks deep into me one, two, three more times before pulling out, ripping off the condom in one smooth motion. I reach a hand out to grip his cock, and he covers mine with his, both of us moving in quick succession as he hovers over me. His hot come sprays across my belly, covering my breasts in thick ropes, and I relish in the feeling of him marking me, of him claiming his territory on my body.
He lets out an exaggerated groan as his hips stop their movements, and slumps down on the bed next to me in exhaustion. He stretches an arm across me—across the mess on my chest, pulling me to him as we both lay there panting.
We lay until our breathing calms, until the sweat starts to dry and cool against the air. He grasps my chin with his palm, turning my face to him to lay a soft kiss against my mouth. “Hold on,” he murmurs, kissing me once more before crawling off the bed.
I roll to my side, still working to come down from that high, willing myself to wake up, to get up, to get back to my hotel room before I fall asleep in his bed.
I push up on both hands, leaning over the edge of the bed to grab my torn, discarded dress, wondering how it’ll even start to cover my body when Jim comes back from the bathroom, a wet washcloth in hand.
“What are you doing?”
“Getting dressed.”
He shakes his head, gently pulling the dress from my hands and letting it fall back to the floor. He ushers me to lay back, using a warm washcloth to clean my chest, my neck, my stomach, and in between my legs as he wipes away the evidence of our night together.
“I need to get back to my room.”
“No.”
I pull back, cocking my head to meet his eyes. “I didn’t pose it as a question.”
“No,” he says again. “You said I only get one night, so I’m taking the entire night.”
“I need pajamas. I don’t sleep naked.” Mostly a lie, but he doesn’t need to know that.
He sighs, sounding slightly exasperated as he goes over to his duffel bag that sits on the loveseat. He rifles through it, pulling out a pair of clean briefs and slipping them on before he pulls out a tee. He turns, tossing it onto my lap.
And like the brat I am, I raise my hands above my head, playfully cocking a brow, waiting for him to come and dress me.
His hands come to his hips, and I can tell he wants to be annoyed, but instead he saunters over, grabbing the gray tee from my lap and unfolding it. He bunches the shirt in his hands, reaching to slide it over my still-raised arms, letting it fall.
It catches on my breasts, and he curls his hands under the sides, knuckles grazing my flesh as he smooths the soft material down to my waist. Once the fabric reaches my lap, he leans down, curling a finger under my chin to tilt my face to his, kissing me.
He moves around the other side of the bed, pulling the curtains shut to shroud the room in complete darkness before pulling the twisted sheets and duvet. He kneels on the bed, making sure to fluff my pillow before setting it next to his.
I watch each act with awe, mesmerized by his sweetness. How one man can seem to have it all— the sweet side and the sex appeal—I’ll never understand.
He lays down, moving the covers and motioning for me to do the same. I crawl in next to him and roll to my side, my back facing him. In no time he scoots forward, arms curling around my waist to hold me tight. I bend my knees to mold myself tohim, his foot going over mine to keep me warm. He pulls the blankets up to my neck, and I wiggle in.
