Her smile is downright devious as I suck her fingers inside my mouth and push inside her.
I sink in to the hilt. I curse around her fingers in my mouth. That sweet taste of her pussy has me jerking my hips, sliding in that much more.
Swiveling my hips, I start to pull out. I’m in no rush, taking my sweet time with this woman. I’m glad we decided to forgo condoms because there is nothing like being bare inside her.
“Faster.”
Grabbing her hand, I link both our hands and lift them over her head. “No.”
“You’re mean.”
I slam inside her, watching as she throws her head back in pleasure. “Care to rethink that statement?”
“I’m so close. I need to come.”
“I’ll make sure you do. Enjoy it. I know I am.” I give her a lazy kiss as I increase my thrusts. I want to take my time, but she’s driving me crazy.
Our breaths mingle together as I keep pushing. Every whimper and moan of hers propels me forward. Sweat clings to my brow. I’m not ready for this to end. Except my dick is saying otherwise.
Tingles gather in my balls, heat shooting down my spine.
“Shit. I’m close. Come for me, Audrey.”
I take her lips in a messy kiss. All pretense is over now. The time for playing is over. We’re both desperately chasing our release.
“I’m there,” she whines.
“Yes,” I hiss.
Slamming into her once, then twice more, she comes unraveled.
“Logan!”
“Fuck! Audrey!” I hoist her leg around my hips and pound into her as she chokes my dick through her own orgasm.
The entire world could be ending outside, and I wouldn’t care. Not with where I am.
“Fuck!” My neck muscles strain as my balls draw up tight and I start to come. “Holy fuck.”
It might be the best orgasm in my life. I don’t know what it is about Audrey, but every time is better than the last. Leaning down on my forearms, I hover over her. That face I love so much is now happily sated. A warm smile tugs at her lips. She pulls me down onto her, my head cradled in the nook of her shoulder.
“That was unbelievable,” she murmurs.
“You’ve got that right.”
Neither one of us moves. My dick softens, but I don’t pull out. I don’t want to lose the feel of her just yet. Something about this moment feels bigger.
Sure, we had sex last night. Multiple times.
But today? Somehow today feels different.
Like all our broken pieces have slotted back into place, fixing each other.
“We’ll probably have to leave here tomorrow.”
“I’m not ready to burst our bubble.” Audrey drags a finger down the ridges in my spine.
“Maybe we can make this an annual thing. Come up to the Wyoming Springs Motel and Spa every year.”
