Now, what kind of bachelorette would I be if I didn’t show up to a bonfire without a tiny bikini under my casual sundress?
“I do,” I tell him. Without wasting time, I cross my hands on the bottom hem of my dress and pull the material up and over my head, revealing the skimpy black bikini I purposely decided to wear, without knowing if Noah would actually get to see it.
“Wow,” he says. “I wasn’t expecting that.”
I wasn’t expecting that he’d have on short, tight board shorts beneath his dress pants. However, I enjoy the surprise as he drops his pants to the pool ground.
With the need to take the lead, I take the first few steps down into the hot tub, giving my body a minute to adjust to the heat.
Noah follows. My heart is racing, both from the quiet and the hot temperatures, and I have the urge to continue our kiss from earlier.
“Maybe we should talk more,” I tell him.
“We can do that,” he says.
“But maybe—“
Noah takes my arm and pulls me through the water to straddle his seated waist. “Maybe, what?”
I place my wet hands on his cheeks and touch my lips to his. The excitement of our connection isn’t hidden below the water. His hardness is obvious beneath me, and it’s a turn on. I rest my body down closer to his, teasing him. His hands wrap around me, cupping my butt cheeks firmly, but when his thumb glides down the center, shocks of excitement burn through me. I grind gently on top of his lap, press my breasts against his bare chest and continue our deep, hard kiss full of passion.
His fingers slip beneath the material of my bikini bottom, and then slip inside of me, gliding in and out slowly as he touches the most sensitive spot over and over, torturously. My body is moving harder against his, and I push the thoughts of people watching us from their balcony away. “I need more,” I whisper against his lips.
His fingers continue dancing inside of me, and I let out a cry louder than I should while bucking against his hand and cock. “More than this?”
“Please,” I beg.
A look of mischief flashes through his eyes as he lifts me up and switches places with me. My pulse races when Noah pulls in a deep breath and disappears beneath the hot water.
One hand falls to my thigh, and the other pulls the material of my bikini away. Then, I feel his tongue parting me. I toss my head back, knowing this won’t last long. He knows what he’s doing. It’s clear by the thrusts and movement of his tongue. I grapple my fists in his short hair and bite my lip to stop the screams. My body unravels and shudders against his mouth, informing him I’ve reached the end.
Noah emerges from the water and takes a moment to catch his breath. He catches his long before I catch mine.
“I’m going to get us both towels,” he says.
I keep my eyes closed, avoiding the truth of watchful eyes or people passing by. I don’t want to tarnish the moments we just shared.
After a quick minute, Noah returns with a towel wrapped around his waist, a towel for me, and our clothes piled beneath his other arm.
I step out of the hot tub, feeling the cold air cover my skin in the seconds before I can wrap myself in the towel. The sensations are electric.
We collect our clothes and quietly make our way into the hotel and into the elevator. Noah corners me, forcing my back against the wall as he plunges his mouth against my neck, sucking and biting gently. He kisses his way up to my ear. “This is the longest elevator ride in the world.”
“Mmm,” I mutter.
The doors open and I follow Noah down the hall he seems familiar with. He unlocks the door for room number 1101, and we step inside.
Before dropping his clothes into a pile on the floor, Noah reaches into his suit-coat pocket and tosses a condom onto the bed, making his intentions clear. I want his intentions.
His bathing suit falls to the ground, exposing more perfection across his rippled, tanned and toned body. Some men overcompensate with muscles to make up for lacking something in a different department, but Noah is hung like no man I’ve seen before.
He slowly paces over to me and removes my bikini by pulling to the strings loose. He lifts me with one arm and carefully tosses me onto the bed that has already received a turndown service.
Noah pulls the sheets over us and in the same motion, takes a quick minute to slip the condom on. “Is this okay?” he asks as if this wouldn’t be okay after everything we just did in a public hot tub.
He’s hovering over my body, and I reach for his cock, pressing it against my opening, hoping that will answer his question of whether this action is okay.
“It’s been a while for me, be easy,” I tell him.
