He took another deep breath then asked, “Want to order room service?”
“No,” I told him.
“We could go out to eat. There are lots of places within walking distance. Or the restaurant in the hotel looked decent.”
“I’m not hungry,” I whispered. I couldn’t eat right now even if there was a plate of creamy lobster Alfredo, my favorite, sitting right in front of me.
“Shower?” he suggested, his face so earnest and gentle as he asked.
“Yes.”
The second I said the word, he pulled at the bottom of his shirt and yanked it over his head in one fluid motion, exposing his hard chest and abs. He tossed the shirt onto his bed. A moment later his shoes were gone, his belt unbuckled, and he was letting his pants and boxers drop to the floor. My mouth dropped along with them. He had one hell of a fine body. One I didn’t get to see at all last night since we’d both remained relatively clothed. And more confident than a man in a three piece suit, he stalked across the room and scooped me up in arms.
I squealed at his sudden movement as he carried me into the bathroom. “You’re kind of insatiable, you know that right?” he told me.
“Or maybe I feel like I’ve been denying myself and now that I have you, I need to make up for all the time we’ve lost.”
“Yeah?” he asked, pressing those perfect lips of his to mine.
“Yeah,” I whispered back against his mouth, grabbing his neck to bring myself closer to him.
Rhett’s kisses weren’t rushed or impulsive. They were controlled, steady, and adoring. With no barriers between us, this kiss almost felt like a first kiss. Without breaking our connection, he set my body down on the counter, settling in between my legs. I was clothed, he wasn’t, and I loved the warm feel of his naked body against me. I traced my fingers over his skin, exploring and enjoying the hell out of this moment.
We never ended up taking a shower. Instead, he peeled away each piece of my clothing one by one, until I was equally naked and practically ready to beg for him. Then he bent lower in front of me, gripping my bare thighs tight, yanking my ass to the edge of the counter so that I was in a better position for him, and he kissed me…down there.
Okay…so…we’d done everything else expect oral sex before. And as comfortable as I was becoming with Rhett, this was the one thing that still terrified me. I immediately started to protest but, dammit, if he didn’t listen. Instead he spread my legs wider apart, telling me to shhh. Seriously, he told me to shhh. Then he pressed his hot, wet, open mouth against me. I loved his lips. His lips belonged to a porn star. But his lips against that one spot—holy shit! I couldn’t even fight him.
And, oh Jesus, he knew what he was doing. Which might have bothered me if it didn’t feel so damn good. A second later, I had my head dropped back against the mirror behind me and my hands fisting the hair on his head. “Rhett,” I moaned, my voice throaty and raw, and coming off rather desperate. “Rhett, seriously….Rhett.”
I couldn’t even get out a complete sentence.
Everything inside me was building up way too fast. But I didn’t want to come like this. Not this time. We’d only just gotten together, and I needed to feel him inside me for this moment instead. So I squeezed my hands tighter in his hair to get his attention. He stopped and his eyes met mine from across my body.
“I want you inside me,” I gasped.
He didn’t have to be told twice. A millisecond later he had his arms gripping my lower waist tight, and his erection pressed right against my entrance. Then he pushed inside. Now I really screamed, and he stifled that scream with a kiss. The feel of Rhett stretching and moving inside me was way too insanely good. Not just on a physical level, but being connected to him like this did something to my heart too. It squeezed the same way the muscles squeezed low in my stomach.
“You love my cock, don’t you?” he uttered with playfulness in his voice, kissing across my neck and chest, starting to pump in a rather hard rhythm. In and out. In and out.
“Shut the hell up,” I breathed. God, he was so full of himself. But he was right, I sort of, kind of, absolutely loved his cock. And it kind of turned me on more hearing him say it.
“And I love your pussy,” he grunted, his voice as rough as his thrusts were becoming. “So I guess that makes us even.”
He had such a tight grip on my ass that it might have stung had I not been so focused on more important things. His hips began to move in more of a rolling, caressing pattern against me. And his lips would not leave my skin, kissing, his tongue tasting every little spot he could reach.
This was different. Different than all the other times we’d been together.
Because all the feelings involved were now magnified. I felt the emotion radiating off of his skin and seeping through mine. I felt light and airy, like this was some sort of dream. And I feared my impending orgasm, mostly because everything else already felt too strong. All the lust we’d always shared was still there. But now that it was backed up by something more powerful, falling over the edge of that cliff frightened me. I wanted it, but it still frightened me.
The ‘where is this thing going?’ thought popped into my head. Could Rhett be the real deal? Could Rhett be ‘the one’ for me?
And still...whether I was ready for it or not…the edge of the cliff came. I came. Like a jolt of lightening, a round of absolute bliss and pleasure pulsed through me, starting at the source and spending across my stomach and chest then all the way to my fingers, toes, and even the roots of my hair. I forgot everything else, my fears, my crazy thoughts about him being ‘the one,’ and only enjoyed the moment. The feeling had me squeezing his ass, cursing him and praising him simultaneously.
Then it ended, too soon, and these delicious little aftershocks hit me for a small moment. After, I grew momentarily exhausted. Rhett noticed because he slowed down and stopped. His hands held my body close to his, as he continued to stay still, and he gently kissed me. “That is amazing every single time. Sweet Jesus, Sydney,” he swore softly. “Sweet Jesus.”
He took a moment, his controlled breaths warm and tingly against my shoulder.
“I’m close,” he muttered. “Like I’m afraid to move.”
“Move,” I told him, pressing a kiss to the side of his mouth. “Not too fast though. I want to see if I can feel it.”
“Shit, you’re bad,” he whispered. Then he pulled out—all the way out. And holding himself strong in his hand, guiding himself, he pressed back inside. He wasn’t fast, but he wasn’t gentle either. This yelp left my lips. Um…I’d thought I was done, but that move felt incredibly nice. Better than nice. I immediately wanted him to do that again.
He did it again. And I still couldn’t help the noises I made in reaction. And it happened again and again. On the fourth time, he stayed inside, pumping in a rhythm, setting a seamless new pace. It felt like our bodies were created to do this together, a perfect match. A skill that perhaps some couples took a lifetime to master, we’d already achieved. Now he had his thumb on my clit, stroking there too, and—shit!—if I didn’t come again. Hard. My insides squeezed in waves against him, the feeling rocking to my core and coursing through my veins. It lasted and lasted until one moment later, he pulled out and he came, right there against me. As in against me, on me.
Basically…it was the hottest, sexiest thing ever.
He was the hottest, sexiest thing ever.
And then after, he pumped back inside me—only once, and ever so gently. This last time wasn’t even about pleasure, as we’d already finished that. It was more about claiming. Like even though we were through, he wanted to remind me one more time that I was his.
He pulled out, taking a breath, moving away, smiling and shaking his head.
“What?” I whispered. The room felt still, a little too still, and my body a little too exposed to him all of a sudden.
“Nothing,” he said, leaving me on the sink, basically spread wide open. He turned around, grabbing something off the towel rack behind him—a wash cloth. He ran it under warm water in the sink behind me. I started to get up, but he quickly stopped me. “Don’t move, princess. I made a mess all over you. Again. Let me clean you up.”