Zack covered her mouth with his, kissing the calls of her orgasm, keeping his hips still while she regained enough clarity to feel his thrusts because he was going to make her come again.
“Tell me what you like,” he said, once her eyes opened.
Her hands left his back and pushed her breasts up to him. He bent his head and took a nipple in his mouth, letting her feed it too him, slowly thrusting his cock inside her, nudging the sweet spot that he knew she was responsive to.
When he looked back up he saw her watching him, her mouth open, eyes drowsy. “You have the best tits I’ve ever sucked,” he said, feeling her pussy tighten at his words. “And the tightest cunt I’ve ever been in. Do you want me to fuck it properly?” He watched her response, wondering if he was saying too much. She was no virgin but neither did he think she was that experienced. For all that he wanted to look after her like she was gold, he also wanted to hear how she made him feel. He loved sex and he’d never gone long without it, although unlike Jake, he’d not discarded every girl after just one meal. The longer you knew someone, the better the sex could be, in his experience.
“Yes,” she said. “I want you to make me come again. I want to feel you come in me like last night.”
He took her leg and moved it from his waist so her ankle was on his shoulder, watching her to check it wasn’t uncomfortable. He’d be able to go deeper and take her to her release quicker.
Sorrell gasped as he started to move, slowly and deeply; he couldn’t lose control because he’d hurt her. Her tits bounced with each movement, her cries becoming louder but this time he didn’t think about the guests because he was too lost in her, in her tightness and her heat.
“Fuck,” she whimpered, her grasp on his shoulders loosening as her orgasm ruined her for anything else. He kept up his rhythm, watching her face, memorizing it and then he went under himself, clutching her hips hard enough to leave marks for tomorrow as he emptied inside her.
The fire crackled, a fierce flame feasting on a log. He became aware that she was reaching for his vest and pulling it under her even though their bodies were still joined.
“The rug,” she said. “Need to keep it clean.”
He smothered a laugh. “Two orgasms and I still can’t stop her mind from being practical.” He released some weight off her so she could slide his vest under her hips.
“I think you almost fried every brain cell,” she said. “Almost.”
“That means I’ll have to do better next time.” He kissed her forehead and then her nose. “You okay?”
She nodded, leaning up to kiss him back. “You talk dirty. I liked it. I didn’t think I would.”
He put on a terrible Texan accent. “We farm boys have dirty mouths. I like to say what I feel.”
“You like to be bossy in bed too,” she said.
He rested his head on the rug above her shoulder and bit into her skin. “I do. But not everyone likes that. And I can work with other scenarios.”
“I think I like you being bossy. Not that I’m going to call you sir any time soon,” she said.
He slid out of her, moving a hand between her legs so he could use his vest to catch the spill. He held her there, through the material, feeling her heat. “Did I hurt you? I went deep.”
She shook her head. “No. It felt good. All of it. Shall we head over to the cottage and maybe…”
“Maybe what?”
“Maybe you can fuck me again?”
Chapter 25
Four shopping days until Christmas
“Sorrell!” Sorrell froze, about to head back to her cottage to get a shower after dealing with the breakfast rush. There would only be one more morning before she was closed for just over a week and it couldn’t come soon enough. The surprise busyness of the hotel had been great for the bank, but not so great for a hotelier who was new to the game and understaffed at the start. A crystal ball would’ve been great in about September.
“Is everything okay, Lena?” she said, supporting the two jugs that had been full of fresh orange juice with both hands.
“Yes, sorry, I could just do with a word. But it isn’t urgent. I can wait.”
I can waitwas Lena’s slogan, Sorrell had noticed. She never thought to put herself first, which was useful when you worked in hospitality because every one of the guests came before you, but even when the two of them were talking she wouldn’t put her ideas forward and when she did, she minimised them and apologised.
“We don’t need to wait, there’s time now,” Sorrell said, turning around with the jugs. Cade, the Saturday help, could tidy them.
“But you have things to do. I know there are two bookings that you need to call back…” Lena said.
