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THE TWO OF US TUMBLED on to the bed together, waking Silver and sending her sulking off to the other side of the room. I didn’t care—the only thing I could think about right now was Warren and making the most of this little break from reality in any way I could.
“You were so damn sexy down there,” he murmured, brushing his lips against mine softly. “You have no idea how much you turned me on.”
“Oh, I think I have some ideas,” I replied playfully, reaching down to skim my fingers over the front of his pants. I could feel his hardness beneath them, had felt it nudging up against me in the swimming pool, and I wanted nothing more than to indulge myself in him again.
“Maybe I can show you,” he remarked, and he began tracing his way down my body again, pulling off the clothes I had hastily tossed on for our run up here. I smiled as I felt his lips trail over my stomach, my whole body tingling with excitement as he touched me. I could feel the warmth already spreading through my lower body, my need for him reaching that point where I couldn’t think of anything else any longer.
“Oh,” I gasped as he pulled down my panties and planted a kiss at the crease of my thigh. He let out a low growl of desire, and I could tell how much he wanted this.
He planted a kiss against my clit, and I shuddered on the bed before him, hardly able to control myself. Swirling his tongue around my clit, he took his time, teasing out every drop of pleasure he could as he went down on me.
Lifting his hand, he slid it up and between my legs, pushing inside of my pussy and easing me open. I sank down farther on the bed, a moan escaping my lips. This felt so damn decadent in the best way possible, hooking up with him right here on the hotel bed, the two of us unable to deny our want for each other.
He drew my clit between his lips and began to suck softly as he fingered me, pushing his fingers in and out slowly. I wished it was his cock inside of me instead, but right now, the feel of his mouth on my pussy was way too good to pass up. I looked down at him, watching him as he went down on me, and the sight burned itself into my brain. He glanced up at me, eyes locking with mine, and I shivered on the bed, my hips lifting almost of their own accord to grind against his face.
I could already feel the orgasm building inside of me, the excitement from our dash down to the pool already getting me overheated. I had never done anything like this with someone before, but when I was with him, it felt safe somehow—like I didn’t have anything to worry about. As though I could just let go, relax, and focus on nothing but the way it made me feel.
I reached down to grasp his hair, holding him in place, though it didn’t look like he would rather have been anywhere else. He lapped his tongue in long, slow strokes up my clit, applying a soft, even pressure, and I felt the insides of my thighs starting to twitch, a sure sign I was getting close to the edge.
When the orgasm finally hit me, it seemed to wash in deep waves from between my legs to consume my entire body. He stilled his fingers inside of me, continuing to stroke his tongue against my swollen nub until the pleasure almost got too much for me. I could see the corners of my vision starting to blur as the sheer intensity of it took control of me, the delicious sensations tingling right down to the tips of my fingers.
Finally, I pushed him back so I could catch my breath. He glanced up at me, his face smeared with my wetness, a grin spreading over his lips.
“Come here,” I demanded, reaching down to pull him on top of me again. I stripped him out of his clothes quickly as we made out, tasting the remnants of my wetness on his mouth, a reminder of where he had just been—of what he had just done to make me come as hard as I had. I was already grinding against him against as he kicked off his pants, silently begging for him to enter me, needing to feel him inside of me.
And he didn’t need telling twice—he wrapped his hand around his cock and aimed it at my entrance, slipping the other arm around me to pull me in close. I moaned as I felt him slide into me for the first time, my pussy still contracting from the orgasm he’d just give me. We both let out a deep sigh once he had fully entered me, the feeling of being this close again everything we needed it to be.
“Fuck,” he murmured as he began to slowly rock his hips back and forth against me. My eyes were still blurry, but that didn’t matter. I didn’t care what I could see, only what I could feel. And what I could feel was so perfect it made my head spin. I wrapped my arms around him, pulling him in as close as I could, and he moved his mouth to my neck once more, his hot breath on my skin as he fucked me right there on the hotel bed.
I hooked my ankles behind his back to draw him in even closer, needing to feel every inch of him inside of me. I pressed my head into his shoulder, inhaling the scent of him, mixed with the chlorine from the pool earlier—the way he had touched me beneath the water, I knew he would have fucked me right then and there if he’d had the chance, and that thought sent another jolt of arousal through my system.
I was pushing up against him as he thrust into me, our bodies moving in perfect unison as we took each other closer and closer to the edge. I needed to feel him come inside of me, I needed to feel him reach that moment of release and be sure I was the one who had gotten him there. I wanted him to want me as badly as I wanted him, because the way I felt right now, I knew I couldn’t live without him.
He began to move a little harder and faster, his breath coming out ragged against my ear. I was breathing quickly too, my heart racing in my chest as both of us got nearer and nearer the edge. He bit down on my earlobe lightly, tugging on it with his teeth, and the shock of pain transformed into pleasure as my body took it in. No matter how he touched me, my body reacted like it was seduction, already willing to give in to him.
“You feel incredible,” he murmured to me, his voice low and wanting. I could only let out a needy whine in return. I knew he was close, and I wanted to feel him finish inside of me. I needed it. That closeness that I only ever wanted to share with him, some part of me craved it more than anything in the world.
He pushed in deep one last time and held himself there as he tipped over the edge and into his orgasm, letting out a long groan of pleasure as he did so. The sensation matched with the sound was all it took to take me into my second orgasm, and I felt myself clenching around him, the pleasure almost too much as it flooded my entire system at once.
We both just held ourselves there for a long time, neither of us able to pull back or bring this to an end. Eventually, he turned his head to kiss me again, still plunged all the way inside of me, and I slipped my tongue into his mouth once more. I couldn’t be close enough to him, not if I tried—nothing seemed to pull the two of us near enough to each other, but I was sure as hell willing to keep giving it a go.
Finally, and with some reluctance, he pulled back, slipping down on to the bed beside me. He stretched his arm out, indicating that I should cuddle up with him. I immediately nestled against him, smiling.
“Silver’s going to be pissed we kicked her out of bed,” I remarked.
“It’s your birthday,” he reminded me. “You get to do whatever you want.”
“Oh, yeah!” I replied, raising my eyebrows. In all the stress, I had pretty much forgotten it was coming up at all.
He planted a kiss against my forehead and grinned.
“Happy birthday, Lily,” he told me. I closed my eyes and rested my head against his chest.
This might not have been how I pictured my birthday going this year. But I was sure it was going to be a good one.
