“I’m in LA.”
“I’m going to be there in two days.” He smiles, breathing hard himself, his warm exhale making my sensitive flesh quiver all over again.
“Yay.”
“How many orgasms do you need to hold you until I get my mouth on you again in LA?”
“I don’t know.” That one was so good it might be enough, but if more are on offer… “I really don’t know.”
“I’m so hungry for you. I just want to see you come over and over again. Can you do that for me? Of course you can.”
I laugh weakly. “Can I?”
“Mmm, yes you can. You’re such a good girl, the best girl. So agreeable.”
“Nobody else ever says that about me.”
“They don’t know you like I’m going to know you. Nobody is ever going to know you the way that I want to know you.” He rests his cheek against the inside of my thigh. “God, you’re so hot and slick now. That’s so fucking sexy.”
And I ache, too. Aching, hot, slick…it would be a shame to waste that.
“Logan, I want more…” I tug at him, pulling him up my body, my legs moving restlessly. More than just kisses, more than a one way lusty blast of pleasure. I want to consummate the vows we just exchanged.
“Okay but we need to talk about protection,” he slurs.
Drunk, but not stupid. That’s my husband. “Did I say that out loud?”
“Yeah. Say it again, it’s hot.Consummate.”
I giggle.
He drifts away. “I have condoms, don’t worry.”
I frown. “Why?”
He re-appears above me. “When I was fifteen and travelling for the first time by myself, my dad shoved a box of condoms in my bag and told me never to be without them. Just in case. I’ve followed that advice ever since.”
“I don’t like the idea of you using them with anyone else.”
“Never again. I promise.” He lets a couple of condoms flutter to the bed beside me, then shows me what else he has in his hand.
The vibrator.
“A rose for my gorgeous wife.”
I grab his shirt front and pull him down on top of me. He’s so big and heavy, and his weight does something to me. Somethingprofound and important. I never want him to get off me, but we’re both still wearing too many clothes to put condoms to use.
“Logan…” I push at his chest
“I’m crushing you.”
I grab at his shirt. “No no no. I like it. Be heavy on me.” I shift restlessly beneath him. “But can you be naked?”
A full body shudder rolls through him. “Fuck yeah.”
He’s already unbuttoning his shirt as he leaps off the bed. His gaze stays locked on me, sprawled out, legs akimbo. “Stay just like that. You’re like a goddess, a painting. Perfection.”
My dress is pushed up to my hips and I’m sure my lipstick is a mess from all the making out. But in the privacy of this hotel room, with his attention glued on me, I feel sexy as fuck.
