He reached a hand up to stroke her delicate curls and she arched her back appreciatively. His fingers trailed over her hips, her stomach, her breasts, unable to get enough of her body as he kept furiously lapping at her. He tweaked her nipples, pulling hard and then harder as she whimpered and grabbed his hair, drawing him into her. He let himself be pushed as she bucked her hips against his mouth and coated his chin. There was no getting enough of how she tasted, how she moved, how she moaned, how she made everything feel so alive. He pressed his hips into the mattress, rubbing his cock against the sheets as the pleasure built for him alongside the decibel of her moans. Here in the hotel there was no need to be quiet anymore, and he wanted her to let it all out, panting, gasping, clawing at his hair.
She was so wet; he brought his hand from her breast and slid his middle finger inside her as he licked. Immediately her legs widened and she let out a cry followed by a series of whimpers as he worked his hand in rhythm with his tongue.
He slid in another finger, fucking her with his first two fingers while he sucked furiously on her swollen clit. He was sure that he’d enjoyed doing this before, but it was hard to imagine that he had ever experienced anything this good or gotten this much pleasure out of making someone completely fall apart in his hands. When Julia came, there was no question. Her legs clenched, her back arched, and she cried out loud enough to wake everyone on the hall if he gave a shit about them.
When she came down from her high, she raised her head to look at him, beautiful, flushed, wet hair disheveled, nipples bright and pink and hard. Positively fucking radiant. He slid his fingers out slowly, knowing how good his dick was going to feel inside. He kissed her clit gently and she twitched under him. He was massively, desperately hard, and he trailed his cock over her body as he brought himself to her lips, wiping his chin with his palm to take off some of her slickness before he kissed her.
Julia’s hand around his cock while they kissed was heaven. Her legs intertwined with his as they rolled together in the bed, finally able to spread out and lie down together after their furtive, acrobatic endeavors. Who knew it could feel this exciting to be in a bed instead of somewhere wild? He kept kissing her, running his fingers through her hair, feeling her fingernails along his shoulder blades, tracing the ridges of his back.
She was still lying on her back when he threw one leg over her to straddle her, sitting up over her hips, his cock at full attention. He didn’t try to disguise the hunger in his eyes.
“I think I need a minute to recover,” she panted, even as she reached to stroke his cock and show she wasn’t completely done.
“Take all the time you need.” He smiled at her, watching her slowly run her hand along his shaft. Her slender fingers cupped his balls and his head rolled back, savoring the touch.
“I’ll have to think of some way to keep you entertained until I’m ready for you,” she murmured, and he looked down to meet her eye. Slowly, still maintaining eye contact, she licked her lips and then, as if that wasn’t temptation enough, opened her mouth to touch her fingers to her tongue, beckoning him to her mouth. He sidled up, his legs on either side of her as she guided his hips forward, her arms extended up and running over his stomach, his ass, his hips, before grabbing his cock and bringing it to her mouth.
He moved the pillows behind her to prop up her head and then reached for the headboard to hold himself when his legs threatened to give way. She worked both hands over him, her tongue swirling over the head, and then she grabbed his hips and thrust him forward into her mouth, taking his full length all the way back to her throat. She ran her hands over his balls while she sucked and slowly he began moving his hips, working his cock in and out of her mouth, plunging deeper when it seemed she wanted it. Needed it. Had been thinking about it as much as he had.
He thought about her wetness, the smell of her still on his fingers, in his nose, the taste still on his tongue, the heady sweet scent driving him wild. Her mouth, open and wanting. Her hands were firm around his dick as she sucked him so deep he groaned, leaning against the headboard to press his hips in, feeling the hot, soft pressure of the flat of her tongue as she licked him up and down.
Christ, he was going to explode into that beautiful mouth if she kept doing that. He pulled his dick out, her mouth still open, and rubbed the wet tip over her glistening lips hungry for him.
“Better slow down there,” he murmured as her lips kept trying to find him again. Her hunger made him ravenous. He hovered above her, trying to calm himself down enough to keep going, while she snaked a hand between her legs. When she brought her hand back, she lifted it to his lips for him to lick.
“I’m ready,” she whispered, innocent and devilish and throaty from her swollen lips. As if he had any doubt about what she wanted. He slid on a condom.
“Are you sure?” he asked, rubbing his tip over her wetness until he thought he might scream from anticipation. She was breathing heavily and didn’t answer. Instead, she used her hand to guide him in.
The feel of her was nothing less than a dream. She was more than ready and he built up quickly, feeling the pleasure of every thrust as he moved deep inside her body. He was panting, groaning into her ear, saying her name over and over again as she used her hands to press his hips into her harder, her legs lifting on either side of him so he could make his way deeper in.
It wasn’t long before he had to slow down again, not wanting to climax and end it so soon. That was when they rolled over so she was on top, gasping when he pinched her nipples in his hands.
She rode him fast, skin slapping against skin, sweat pooling between their bodies. And then she rode him slow, leaning forward so her nipples grazed his chest, grinding her pelvis against him. She took her pleasure however she wanted until he was out of his mind with it. He’d never fucked anyone like this. No, he’d never been fucked like this. She was riding him so hard, moving up and down over the full length of his cock, that he didn’t stand a chance. He came with a yell, holding onto her hips for dear life, bucking up to thrust deeper inside her as she drilled herself down onto him, raised her hips, and fucked him until he was spent.
When he subsided with a groan, she tilted her head back and took every ounce of pleasure that was hers, sliding over his still hard cock as she pressed into him. He could feel her orgasm spread in waves until she collapsed on top of him. They lay there together, not moving, as the sun worked its way through the thin closed curtains, lighting their bodies panting and sweaty across the giant white bed.
Forget his plans. Blake couldn’t believe he’d been about to give this all up to be safe and alone.
Chapter Twelve
Julia couldn’t remember the last time she’d been this excited. Not even her arrival in Brazil had caused this kind of giddiness to bubble through her like champagne. Then she’d been nervous, self-conscious about being alone, uncertain of what was to come. Stepping off the plane, she’d been afraid that getting too hopeful was bound to set her up for disappointment. And so when she’d walked out of the airport to a gray day as dark and uninspiring as the skyscrapers that cut against the sky, it was like the city had been giving her what she’d expected.
Now, though, everything was different. Some part of her knew she couldn’t afford to get wrapped up in Blake. But it was too beautiful a day to give in to the warnings that she was leaving, he was leaving, so she’d better not get attached. There was so much to see as they ventured outside after their nap. The beach was directly across the street; all they had to do was step out of the hotel and they were transported to another world.