After placing my hands on the back of the sofa, I close my eyes and let him finger me to utopia. A few pleasurable minutes later, my stomach muscles tighten and my legs feel like jelly. I’m melting into the moment and enjoying the sensations until I feel him remove his finger. My eyes fly open, disappointed as hell.
“Why’d you stop,” I cry.
Again, he doesn’t answer me right away. Instead, he places his finger into his mouth. “You taste sweet as fuck,” he groans before crashing his lips back into mine.
He’s back to stealing my breath with his kiss. It’s completely stolen when his hand eases back between my legs and he inserts two fingers this time. I moan into his mouth from the incredible feeling.
In a circular motion, he plays in my pussy before moving his fingers in and out. My walls welcome and hug his fingers as they work. Then he takes it to another level. His thumb grazes my clit and my head falls back.
“Xai!” I scream. He gives me what I’ve missed for too damn long. His fingers twist then hit my top wall, zeroing in on my G-spot. “Fuck!” I scream as my hands grip the hell out of this sofa. My body shakes beyond my control. To keep from alarming the hotel guests with my screams, I nuzzle my face into the side of his neck as I explode all over his fingers. When he takes his time and pulls his fingers out, my entire body and soul go limp. “Gotdamn,” I mumble, thoroughly satiated.
“You good.”
“Mmhm. Better than good,” I admit before forcing my head to lift. When my eyes lock with his, I add, “But I’m sure—” My words are halted by his finger on my lips.
“Don’t even. Shit,” he sighs. “As bad as I want to fuck yo’ pretty ass, I can’t. ’Cause to answer your question, no. I don’t got a condom.”
He sighs, and hell, so do I. I’m a thousand percent sure I want him to fuck me as badly as he wants to. After mustering up a wry ass smile, I peck his lips and say, “It’s cool.”
“I bet it is,” he teases. “You wet my fingers up.”
His arrogance is sexy and cute and I can’t help my smile. For a moment, we stay like this on the sofa, me on his lap with his hands on my back and ass. Enjoying the moment, my hands land on his head and I find myself aimlessly running my fingers through the tiny waves in his low cut Caesar. Before I know it, I’m making a request that surprises even me.
“Stay with me,” I say.
“I got you,” he says without a second thought before lifting us from the sofa.
When we are upright, I lock my legs behind his back and latch my arms around his neck. Like a smitten girl, I cheese too damn hard as he walks us to the bedroom. Once inside, he playfully tosses me on the bed then sits next to me.
“Get comfortable,” I tell him after grabbing the remote. I hand it to him then scoot to the end of the bed. “I’m going to take a quick shower. I’ll be right out.” The smile on my face remains as I amble to the bathroom. Once inside, I anchor my hands on the sink, drop my head, and silently scream. “Oh, shit!” I mumble to myself. A cocktail of pleasure, excitement, and surprise courses through my veins and my body is still on fire. When I lift my head, I see my entire face is flushed and looks more relaxed than I did after my spa treatments. Hell, if I’m being honest, those treatments don’t even equate to what he did to me with just his fingers and kisses. “Oh shit.” I sigh again at the memory then shake my head to keep from screaming for real.No fucking condom. Ugh!
After splashing cold water on my face, I switch the faucet to warm, then thoroughly wash it and brush my teeth. I turn on the shower next, remove my clothes, then get in. As I shower, I instantly regret not listening to Kandi and packing something sexy to sleep in. All I have is my oversized sleep shirt hanging on the door.
Once out, I moisturize every inch of my body with my lotion and body oil, throw on my underwear and shirt, then step out. He’s sitting on the side of the bed, looking sexy as hell, with his shoes off. I walk over to him and ease myself between his slightly parted legs. I rest my elbows on his shoulders then run my hands over his head.
“Damn, you smell good as fuck,” he growls into my stomach before kissing it through my shirt.
“I told you to get comfortable. You can’t sleep in all of this.”
“It’s safer if I keep my shit on,” he says. “Especially with you smelling like this.”
“It’s just my lotion and oil. You like it?”
After kissing my stomach again, he says, “I love it. You got it on all over?”
“Mmhm.”
“Everywhere?” he asks as his hands slide under my shirt and up the sides of my thighs. “Can I see if it’s edible?” he asks.
“Yes,” falls off my lips quick as hell and we both laugh.
He tugs at my panties and pulls them down. Gladly, I step out of them and he pushes my shirt up. While holding it, he leans in and plants a soft kiss on my pussy. I feel his warm breath as he inhales me.
“Sit on my face,” he utters.
Chapter 11
Xai
