She lets out a soft groan.
“Do you think of me?” I murmur against her skin. “When you touch yourself?”
“Yes. All the time. It’s… a problem.”
I smile.
Her fingers are working open the buttons of my shirt and then she pushes it open and off my shoulders. When her hands touch my bare chest, rubbing over my pecs, grazing my nipples, my dick goes fully hard. I peel the shirt the rest of the way off. Her hands slip down to the button and zipper of my jeans.
“Mmm.” She palms my package. “So hard.”
“Yeah. Jesus.” Heat pools deep in my groin.
My jeans slip down over my hips and she delves into my underwear and curls her fingers around me. Lust slices through me, hot and sharp, and her moan of enjoyment makes my cock swell even more in her hand. I’m leaking, throbbing, dying to fuck her hand.
I push her sweatpants down and then we both hurriedly get rid of the rest of our clothes until we’re fully naked and pressed together, skin to skin, chest to knees.
I glance at the windows, and she picks up my thoughts. “Do you want me to close the blinds?”
“Do we need to? The view is amazing.”
“Nobody can see in here.”
“Okay.” I smile down at her. “It’s sexy as hell.”
“Yeah.” She smiles back, her eyelids half-closed. She winds her arms around my neck and I lean down to kiss her shoulder again, using my teeth so gently, licking my way up to her mouth to kiss her. I angle my head to get deeper, opening on her mouth, my hands on her ass cheeks bringing her as close as I can. Perfect. Round, tight, smooth… yeah.
She makes needy little noises, her hands sliding into my hair, tugging on strands of it and sending sparks skittering down my spine. I glance at her bed, a big creamy bed loaded with pillows centered on a pale rug, and with one arm, I scoop her up under her ass and carry her over to set her there carefully.
Then I look down her body, because how can I not, and my eyes snag on a small patch of dark ink on her left hip. I blink, squint, move closer… “What…” I glance up at her.
The tip of her tongue runs between her lips. “I got it done here.”
I trace over the hockey stick and the number fourteen… just like the one I drew on her with a Sharpie in Vegas. Then I laugh.
Her eyes widen.
I turn around to show her my back, where I have new ink on my right shoulder.
She gasps and sits bolt upright. “Oh my God.”
It’s the music note she drew on me that same night.
“I can’t believe we both did that!” She’s on her knees on the mattress, inspecting it. “I love it.” Her voice catches, and she presses her lips there.
I turn to face her, then lift her and gently push her down to her back. I stretch out next to her and we turn onto our sides to face each other. I cup the curve of her hip and she flattens a hand on my chest where my heart is thudding. We lie like that for a long time, just looking at each other. “I could look at your beautiful face forever.” I study the curve of her cheekbones, the smooth arch of her lips, the warm golden glints in her eyes.
She reaches for my face, strokes my bearded cheek with the backs of her fingers, brushes her fingertips across my mouth. Sensation slides down my spine and pools in my groin. My lips part and she slips her fingertips inside and strokes across my tongue.
More heat builds inside me and my cock is massively, painfully hard. I stroke over her hip and thigh, up to her waist, up under her armpit. She shivers.
I stare down at her, both of us transfixed, then I kiss her. I cover her mouth with mine, pushing her to open for me, and lick inside. I stroke her tongue with mine, drunk on her taste, then nip her bottom lip. She kisses me back, wrapping her arms around me and one leg, too. She moans and arches against me. “Marek…”
“I have condoms,” I say. “But they’re out in the rental car. I can go get them.”
“I have some. But… do we need them?”
“Do we?” I pause, meeting her eyes. “I was tested a while back and I haven’t been with anyone else since.”
