“Work. Of. Art,” he repeats.
With a grin, I open my eyes and reach for him, but he’s already climbing over me. He lowers his mouth to suckle my left nipple, hard enough to make me gasp, and then moves to the right one. The sensations give me instant pleasure-brain-fog, and my eyes close again.
He tortures me like this, licking and sucking and nipping until I feel like I’m losing my mind. Each time he switches his mouth to the alternate nipple, the air feels ice cold on the one he just stopped sucking, the pleasure building even higher when his hot mouth returns. I can’t stop moaning beneath him, louder and louder, and I’m relieved that the suite is all mine tonight. This is ecstasy.
My pussy gives a few involuntary squeezes, and I realize just how close I am. Fuck.
“I think I’m going to come,” I pant helplessly.
“Already?”
“You do good work,” I tell him.
When he laughs, I can feel the vibration against my nipple, which has me squirming even more.
“But you haven’t seen my best work yet,” he says.
Before I can ask, he tugs off my underwear and moves down the bed, pushing my thighs wide apart, stretching the muscles there as he lowers his mouth toward my opening. I can feel how wet I am as his breath tickles my lips, and he must notice too, because a little growl escapes him. It’s nothing compared to the sound of my wail as he glides his tongue in one long, slow lap from my ass to my clit.
I know there’s no way in hell I’m going to be able to hold back, so I just go with it, tilting my head back and lettingthe moans spill out of me one after another. Usually, I’m too self-conscious to have an orgasm from oral sex, but this feels completely different. He’s different.
Fingers tangling in his hair, I tighten my thighs around his head and start bucking against his tongue. His strong, thick tongue, pumping into my hole, circling my clit, tasting every drop of my juices.
I’m on fire from my scalp to my feet.
“Fuck,” I pant, the hot sparks at my core signaling that I’m about to fly over the edge.
“Mmm,” he groans, and the rumble coming out of him is my undoing.
My orgasm doesn’t so much hit me as it radiates from my center in deep, gushing shockwaves that have me crying out and cursing at the same time. When he finally pulls away, we’re both panting for air. I should be spent, but all I want is for him to do that to me all over again. With his cock this time.
“Do you have a condom? I do, but it’s in my suitcase. I can get it,” I say, lunging toward him, my hands fumbling with his zipper.
He laughs, and I look up with a pout. “What’s so funny?”
“You.”
“What about me?” I sass, narrowing my eyes.
“You don’t want to take a breather? There’s no rush. We’ll get to round two eventually.”
“But I want younow,” I tell him, realizing I probably sound exactly like that bratty girl fromCharlie and the Chocolate Factory, but I’m too horny to be mortified about it. “I’m onvacation.”
Laughing again, he shakes his head. “That you are. I’m at your service, then.”
Moving off the bed just long enough to unzip his shorts, he digs a foil packet out of his pocket and drops the shorts on thefloor. He’s not wearing underwear, and good lord. Obviously I’ve seen naked guys before, but I’m suddenly realizing that those were mere boys. As for Scowl? He’s all man. The broad shoulders, the tight abs, the dusting of hair across his chest that leads straight down to his thick, perfect cock. Every inch of him is taut and toned, power coiled in each muscle.
Mouth dry, I manage to croak out, “Put it on. Hurry.”
He rips open the package and gets the job done, purposely teasing me, doing it slowly, one freaking micro-millimeter at a time, until the condom finally unrolls at the thick root.
Positioning himself between my legs, he takes my wrists in one of his hands and pins them over my head. Then he lines himself up against my entrance, still slick and ready for him. Our eyes lock. He lowers his head and kisses me, flooding me with my own taste as he glides smoothly into me, burying himself deep, stretching me to the max until he can’t go anymore.
“Ahh,” I moan, tightening my pussy around him to give him a squeeze.
“Easy, girl,” he says, shuddering a little.
Lifting my hips, I meet him thrust for thrust, trying to take more and more.
