“Yes, ma’am,” he teases, and with one push, he does as I wish.
We both announce the relief it brings as we chase the high that’s been mounting between us this entire trip. It’s not slow, it’s not soft, it’s pure animal fucking, and I swear it’s the most intense feeling I’ve ever experienced.
“Oh my God!” I scream out, and he flips us over so I’m on top of him.
“No, you don’t. You’re not going to come yet. We’ve just begun.”
I lean up with my hands on his chest and start moving my hips. I can’t believe how amazing he feels inside me. The moan that releases from my lips is something I didn’t know was possible. When I drop my head back, getting him in another angle, I gasp, completely out of control from how good he feels.
“That’s it,” he says as he grabs my hips, holding me there while he pushes himself deeper inside me. “That’s my girl.”
Hearing him call me that does some crazy things inside me, and I instantly drop to his chest. If I thought I was going to get a moment to get my wits about me, I was completely wrong.
David grabs my hips, keeping me steady as he pounds upward in a fast motion, causing me to scream, not able to hold any ounce of my pleasure back.
“I—ah—I—it’s too intense. I can’t …” I’m speaking gibberish, but it’s all I can get out.
“Yes, you can. Take all of me, baby. I’ve wanted you so fucking bad,” he grunts out.
I lean up to kiss his lips, and it’s the last push I need to come all over him, squeezing him so hard that I can’t even hold myself up anymore.
“Yes. Fuck. That’s so fucking hot. I’m going to—” He doesn’t finish that statement as he finds his own release, and slows his pace, moving much calmer in and out of me.
I’m a puddle of goo, lying on top of him with my head on his chest and zero strength to do anything else.
“Come here.” He motions for my face, and when he kisses me, I swear I melt into oblivion.
The way our mouths meet and our tongues dance is pure art. TheMona Lisahas nothing on what we just created between the two of us, and I don’t ever want to leave his arms again.
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
Zoe
I wake up in David’s arms, causing me to panic.
What was that last night? How can sex be that good? What happens now?
I try to fall back asleep, but it’s no use. The longer I lie here, the more my mind races. I need to get up, to have space to wrap my head around all of this.
I move, and he holds me tighter, cuddling into my neck.
“Five more minutes,” he whispers.
A chuckle escapes my lips, and he kisses the back of my head. I allow for these five more minutes even though my head is swirling even more now. I wondered how we would be this morning, and his response right there just answered my question.
After a few minutes, I move again, and he finally gives in.
“Fine … if you have to.”
The playfulness in his voice calms my nerves slightly until I see I’m wearing his T-shirt, and if I want to put my clothesback on, I’m going to have to remove it, and he’ll see me naked, standing here.
I know he’s already seen me naked, but last night and this morning are two different situations, trust me.
Leaning down, I pick up my clothes that are on either side of the bed and walk back to where I was sleeping, placing them all there.
“You don’t have to change. Just take my shirt. I’ll get it back before we leave,” he says in a sleepy tone with his eyes still closed.
“I can’t just walk out of your room in nothing but a T-shirt,” I deadpan.
