I know my cue, which is why I urge him to lie back, and he obeys. My best sultry look appears on my face as I swing my legs over his hips to straddle him, with my hands working on his pants to open and slide them off his legs.
The moment my tongue darts to swirl around the tip of his cock, we’re both nearly gone. I always love the sound that he makes when I begin to take more of him into my mouth. Wrapping my lips to suck, my eyes flick up to watch his face with that pleasured smirk. I release my own moan into my filled mouth. Our senses heighten when I bring him in deeper near the back of my throat, and his hands claw into my hair to guide me to ensure I give it to him the way he likes. Pumps that get harder, then slow, then harder. Every time he escapes my salivating mouth, I lick along his length before I repeat my actions.
But unless we are only doing a quick blowjob when we steal a moment, he always pulls me off his cock because he prefers to come inside me.
Holden scoots to the headboard. “On my lap but face forward.”
“I think I like the sound of this,” I tell him as I take action to get in place.
“You should.”
My back is to his body, but we are tightly bound together, his hand roughly parting my thighs to ensure he has an open canvas before he tucks his hand into my panties from the top and instantly circles around my clit, bringing his other hand to cup my breast.
“You like that? Playing with your clit.” His voice is thick and raspy in my ear, sending new tingles to my pulsing nub of nerves.
I cover his hand on my breast and bring the free fingers of my other hand to my untouched nipple. “So good. You always know where to touch me.” My voice is heavy and my breath changes.
His movements on my pussy become more frantic, with one finger inside of me and the other rubbing my clit up and down, nearly punishing me for being so aroused.
“I think we’ve played enough.” Both his hands abandon my body, and he drags my panties quickly off before he squares my hips to lift me slightly to ensure his cock has room.
The moment he aligns his tip, he plunges me down onto his length, and we moan together. His hard cock is snug in my body, and I need him deeper. I bounce on him, and he thrashes up inside of me. Neither of us want slow right now. We want our incinerating desire for one another to indicate the way.
Our moans sync, our bodies sync, and something else between us syncs too, but I can’t pinpoint it.
But it becomes clear when he directs me off his cock and cues my body to lying on my back. In no time, he’s over me and back inside of me, deep… but slower. My toes rest against his ass to keep my thighs wide. One arm gets pinned to the bed while our eyes connect.
A new gust blows in my body, but it’s surrounding my heart—no, it’s taken over my heart. I swear the sentiment that’s flaring inside of me is mirrored in his eyes.
Our lips meld, and we move together as our foreheads touch. Both clearly about to fall in the same place.
* * *
“Well, that was…”I pant along with Holden as we rest on the bed, trying our best to come down from our high.
A breath sighs from his mouth. “It was.”
Neither of us can find words to describe it. “Different?”
“A little beyond our usual savage tactics in the bedroom,” he attempts to lighten the reality of the axis of our relationship changing.
I roll off the bed, holding my index finger up. “Hold that thought. I need to take care of something.”
After cleaning up, I open the bathroom door and suddenly seem shy as I walk back to the bed. “Hi.” My voice is etched with gentleness I’m not used to.
“Hi,” he returns the sentiment.
Sliding back into his arms, we stare at the ceiling and there is silence, but it doesn’t feel uneasy.
“We have to stop this,” he mentions.
My head whips to look at him but remains set against the pillow. “What do you mean?” I must sound concerned.
But then the corners of his mouth hitch up. “Me asking housekeeping for a discreet favor because we keep using this room for our escapades… although worth it.”
I smile in relief. “After tomorrow, we are passing on the torch to couples who will have a romantic night at the Dizzy Duck Inn.”
Holden squeezes me tight against his body. “It’s okay.”
