He chuckles and slowly slips his fingers out of me. He teasingly licks the juices off them. It makes me want to kiss him. He rips his boxers off and releases his huge dick. It spills into my outstretched hand. Concern tugs at my stomach seeing how big he is. Will he even fit?
I force the thoughts away as I caress the head of his cock. It already has pre-cum coating it. He grunts as my fingers work his shaft, tracing a thick vein with my thumb.
“Schatz, you’re going to make me come if you keep that up.” His accent is thicker when he’s on edge. Desire darkens his eyes, and I can’t help but pump him. I want to see him lose control like I did. He growls, grabbing me by the waist, and gently pushes me onto my back. He places a knee between my legs, towering over me, and exposes my core.
“The first time I come will be inside you,” he says. He licks my breast; my nipple is painfully hard. He wants to drive me wild with need as his hands remain at my sides. He sinks his teeth into my other nipple before moving toward my collarbone. All my nerves are on the verge of exploding.
I lean my head back, giving him access to suck on my neck. With my left hand, I stroke his dick and eagerly guide it toward my entrance.
“Wait,” he says, taking my wrist and stopping me. We lock eyes. He grabs a condom from the nightstand drawer.
“Oops…” I mumble, embarrassed. How could I be so careless? This man is making me reckless.
I can’t take my eyes off his dick as he slides on the condom. Everything inside me crackles with electricity and anticipation.
The room sways around me, thick with heat and tension. His lips claim mine, and then he enters me with an intensity that steals my breath. I shift a little to make room for him, feeling the pressure as he presses against my thighs, widening me just enough. For a moment, it’s a sharp discomfort, but then he slips fully inside me in one smooth motion. He slides into place, like I was made for him, only him. The overwhelming feeling of fullness intoxicates me, leaving me dizzy with desire.
His hips start rocking, going deeper and deeper. He fills me up, all the way to the hilt.
“You’re perfect,Schatz,” he moans, licking at my nipple as his fingers twist the other.
My fingernails dig into his back as he quickens his pace, pushing deeper and faster. My orgasm builds, pleasure flooding my veins in warm, liquid waves. I gasp his name over and over, like a desperate prayer.
I love this. Us. It’s perfect. It’s mind-fucking amazing!
Colors flash behind my closed eyelids as I fly high. A blur of watercolor, of bliss, unimagined. Never before experienced. My body shudders as my breaths turn into heaves. My heart races, trying to break free of my chest.
Sully makes a deep, tortured noise as he continues to thrust, faster and harder, like a man out of control. His body shakes violently as he comes, spilling inside the condom. I feel the rush of warmth inside me. He groans and bites my collarbone, but I feel no pain as I’m still riding out my orgasm.
He throws the used condom into a little trash can beside the bed before he collapses next to me, his arms wrapped around my naked body.
The room smells of sex, mint, and him. For a moment, the only sounds are my thundering heart and our sharp breaths in a quiet space.
The things we could do in this room. I never want to leave.
Sully smiles, tracing his thumb along my jawbone. He holds me close, and all I can think is this must be a dream because it’s too perfect to be real.
7
Thesunshinestingsmyeyes and stirs me awake. I roll over, pulling the blanket to cover my head. It’s silk and too high a thread count to belong to me. I freeze as confusion swirls in my dazed brain. “Hmm.” An electrified zap races along my spine, forcing me to bolt up and look around. I’m in a king-sized bed with snow-white sheets.
“That wasn’t just a wet dream?” I drop the blanket and glance at my naked body.
Not a dream! Holy crap!
My hand touches his side of the bed. It’s cold. The bed is giant with only me in it.
Where did he go? Did he ditch me? Did he hope housekeeping would shoo me away?
The bathroom door opens as if to answer my questions. Sully steps out of a cloud of steam with an ivory towel tied around his delicious waist. “You sleep okay?” he asks, drying his hair with another towel.
“Yeah. You?” The sight of his rippling muscles and water droplets sliding between his pecs and down the firm planes of his chest turn my brain to goo.
He chuckles. “No complaints.” He grabs a pair of boxers and returns to the bathroom.
I place my feet on the carpet, and my big toe touches my phone. After wiping sleep from my eyes, I bend forward to pick it up. The light flashes, and I type in my passcode to see over a dozen unread texts and a few missed calls from Alice. She probably came home to an empty apartment and assumed I was murdered since I’m not the type of girl who’s spontaneous, let alone has a one-night stand with a rock star.
Sully steps out with a toothbrush in hand. “You hungry? We can order breakfast.”
