“Oh fuck,” she cries, slamming her ass down, shaking as she shares her release with me. My head falls back and my hips jerk as I fill her up, holding her in place as I pump her full of my spent desire.
She falls forward, her soft chest bumping against mine as she wilts, and I roll us over again. My cock is still half hard as I leisurely slide in and out, stuffing my load even deeper inside her and feeling our juices leak out of her pretty, puffy lower lips.
She’s limp when I take a nipple between my teeth and lash it with my tongue. She groans, half-heartedly swatting at me until I finally pull out of her tight sheath and collapse on the bed beside her.
She wriggles until her head is on my chest, and I stroke her hair, still smelling her on my fingers. The proud barbarian inside is satisfied and curls up for a nap, pleased by our efforts.
“That was the best—”
“Steven, I—”
“You go ahead,” I say, as she pushes to sitting. All of the tension I thought I’d smoothed away seems to reappear on her forehead.
“It’s just…” she sighs, and I hate that she’s frowning so soon after the best sex of my life. Am I crazy? Did she not feel it too? My heart pounds. “I’ve just gotten out of a long relationship where I didn’t feel appreciated. I thought I could bang this out of my system and then move on, but I don’t want to do that. I want to keep hanging out with you. I don’t want it to be weird at the sanctuary. Sorry, I’m just having a million thoughts right now—”
I cut her off with a kiss, stroking her mouth as I hold her chin in place. I move down to her neck, her shoulder, I wrap my lips around her nipple again, making her squirm and moan softly. That’s much better.
“Junie, that was the best sex of my life. I know you’re only here for a few weeks, but I intend to spend as much of that time as possible with you. You better not think you’re off the hook. I already want you again.”
“Now?” she giggles and I push her hand against the growing rod between my legs. “Oh,” she gulps and it’s the cutest thing I’ve ever seen. She squeezes my shaft and flicks her thumb over the sensitive head. “Just let me run to the bathroom first.”
Reluctantly, I let her climb out of bed and watch her walk away. I can’t believe my luck—I’m an idiot for pushing her away. I plan to spend every second of the next four weeks making it up to her in smiles and orgasms. I want to know everything about this woman.
From the bathroom, she squeals.
“Are you okay?” I ask as the door flies open.
“You have a toilet!” she cries. “Like a real, actual toilet! Oh my god, I’m never leaving. I live here now. I hope you’re okay with that.”
I laugh. It’s not how I’d planned to convince her, but at least we’re on the same page. I’ve never had a woman stay the night here before—the villa is pretty small—but suddenly I hate the idea of her sleeping anywhere else.
“Stay as long as you like,” I say, truthfully.
She climbs back into bed and tells me her mishaps with the squat toilet in the dorm. If letting her use me for my bathroom appliances means this gorgeous woman wants to spend more time with me, then I’ll install ten more.
The bathroom conversation puts a bit of a pause on our bedroom activities, but I love listening to her talk. We chat and cuddle for hours, naked in each other’s arms, until I feel my cock begin to stir again. I could spend all night buried in her pussy, feeling her wrapped tight around me.
I fuck her hard and deep, fast and sweet. We fuck until we’re both exhausted, falling asleep in a puddle of sweat and fluids.
So much for taking it slow.
Chapter 18
Junie
I thought I’d sneak back into the dorm room without anyone knowing but a delighted voice stops me in my tracks.
“Ooh la la, and where have you been all night?” Juliette tsks.
My face blushes deep red and a stupid, moony grin splits my cheeks.Fuck, Junie. Keep it cool.But the giggles bubbling in my chest grow even stronger.
Juliette gasps and throws her arm around me. “Spill it! I want to hear everything. Who is he? Or she? I don’t want to assume.”
“I really can’t say,” I tell her through the infuriating smile taking over my face. I had so much fun with Steven. It felt so good being in his arms—and his bed. I mean, the man washed my hair. It was the most intimate moment I’ve ever experienced. I’m even more drawn to him than before.
He looked so fucking cute when I left this morning, long messy hair disheveled from sweat and sleep. He tried to insist I stay for coffee, but it’s too early for his caffeinated sludge. I planned to grab a change of clothes and get to the sanctuary before anyone suspected I’d spent the night elsewhere—but that plan has obviously backfired.
I try to push the little bubble of golden happiness down and distract her. “And where are you coming from?” I accuse. “Is there a man or a woman…?”
