The walk from the bed was nothing but a blur, and I tumbled down onto it, twisting as I fell so that she came down on top of me. She pressed kisses to my mouth, chin and neck, her hands moving up and down my arms, touching every part of me that she could reach. All the right parts, yet not enough of them.
“Off.” I pulled at her nightgown, unable to articulate anything more than that single word.
She grinned as she arched back, pulling the nightgown over her head. I caught my breath as she exposed her full breasts, and then it was her turn to gasp as my fingers teased at her already-hard nipples. I sat up, catching a nipple between my lips. She swore as I sucked on her sensitive flesh, and then she was tugging at my shirt.
“Want to see you.” She ground down against me until I was almost ready to explode right there.
“Condom,” I said as I bit her lower lip.
She made a soft purring sound in her throat, so I did it again. When she pulled away, I caught her hand and tugged her back.
“You want the condom, right?” she asked, laughter lurking in her voice.
I’d never known this much laughter. Not until her. Reluctantly, I loosened my grip on her hand so she could sit up and lean away, but I kept my hand on her thigh, unwilling to break the connection completely.
Seconds, moments, ticked away in a blur of haze and heat as we stripped off the rest of our clothes. She took her time ripping the foil packet open, and then she took even longer to roll it on, her fingers were torturously slow as they slid over my shaft. Finally, I took over, rolling the last couple inches before catching her about the waist and spilling her onto her back. I settled between her thighs, resting on my elbows as I hovered above her.
She caught her breath as I leaned down and scraped my teeth along her jaw. I put my mouth against her ear. I wanted her so badly that it hurt, but I wasn’t going to take what wasn’t mine. At least mine for tonight. I wasn’t fool enough to think it was anything other than tonight.
“Do you want me?”
Her response was to tug my head towards her until her mouth was against mine.
Kissing her was one of the sweetest things I’d done in a long time, so it didn’t take much to entice me into doing it. Just the invitation was enough.
Brushing my lips against hers, I settled the head of my cock against the wet heat of her pussy. As I pushed my tongue into her mouth, I pushed my cock inside the heat of her.
And I realized, then and there, I was in trouble.
It felt like...heaven. Better than anything had ever felt in my life, and pulling out was practically torture, but I had to feel it again, so I did. And as I slid back into her, it was just as perfect the second time.
Again, again...
She was whimpering beneath me, her hands clutching at my ribs, her tongue sliding against mine, her body growing slick with sweat. Her hips rose to meet mine, pulling me deeper, taking all of me, fitting around me like a glove.
I’d told her it would be short and not very sweet.
I lied.
Maybe it didn’t last all that long, but it was the sweetest night of my entire life.
***
Morning came. Too early. Too harsh. Too bright. But aside from the fact that the sun was shining directly into my eyes, and aside from the fact that it was the last day I’d be here in a beautiful suite of rooms with cloud-like beds and coffee that must have been brewed by angels, it had to be one of the best mornings of my life.
Better than the morning I’d known I was being paroled. Better than my first day of freedom. Better, even, than the morning after I’d lost my virginity.
And all because of her.
I could feel the soft caress of her breath along my side, and I shifted my head to look at her. And there she was. Carly Prince was sighing softly in her sleep, and she was perfectly, gloriously naked, the sheets tangled just below her lush, round ass while a tumble of curls hid her face. Those curls were completely natural, and they’d exploded into a crazy mess during the night. They were just as perfect as the rest of her. I wanted nothing more than to muss them up even more as I covered her body and drove inside her. I shifted on the bed, listening as she made a low grumble under her breath. Nothing else, though.
I leaned over her, straining to grab one of the last remaining condoms on the table. Once I got one, I tore open the packet and rolled it on quickly. Even if I hadn’t already had a hard-on simply from waking up, being near her would’ve done it.
I rolled on top of her, putting my knees on either side of her ass. Bending down, I pressed a kiss to the small of her back, then moved lower, listening as her breathing started to speed up.
“If this is your idea of a wake-up call...” Her voice was thick with sleep.
“Yeah?”
She craned her head around to look up at me and smile. “Then I haven’t gotten the message.”
Coming down on her, I tucked my cock against her butt and started to rock. She shivered and parted her legs as she pushed up against me. She was warm and soft, still sleepy, and I wanted nothing more than to spend the next ten or twelve hours wrapped around her.
I knew, however, that I didn’t have that much time. I was determined to make the best of what I did have though. And part of that meant making her come...hard.
After shifting us slightly onto our sides, I cupped her breast in my hand. Her breathing hitched and I felt her spine arch. It drove her breast more fully into my palm, even as it had her ass tucked completely against my hips and my cock. It jerked demandingly, but I was going to make it wait. She came first.
Soft, throaty moans escaped her as I teased her nipple. My other hand slid down her stomach and parted the thin golden curls between her legs. The need to drive into her rode me, but I didn’t want to rush this. Just like that, it would be over and she would be gone.
I watched as she slid her hand down her stomach toward the thin layer of golden curls between her legs. Levering up onto my elbow, I watched as she reached her goal and whimpered. I could barely make out what she was doing, but my imagination worked just fine.
I rocked against her, and she slid back. She worked herself closer and closer, and then, when she started to come, I reached around her, and pushed two fingers inside the hot, wet glove of her vagina.
She came, hard and fast after just two strokes.
She was still trembling when I slowly withdrew my fingers and slid them into my mouth.
Her taste was pure sex.
I would have flipped her over onto her back and pushed her thighs wide, gone down on her until she was a writhing, screaming mess, except I didn’t think she wanted that. She hadn’t last night. I didn’t go where I wasn’t wanted, and I didn’t want to waste what time I had trying to convince her.
So I savored the taste of her on my fingers for a moment, and then lifted her leg to slide slowly inside. I forced myself to hold back against the instincts clamoring for me to drive in hard and fast. I wanted to make this last. Her spine bent and she wiggled, trying to get me deeper. I gripped her hips, forcing her to go at my pace.
It was lazy and slow and she came with a low, keening noise that she muffled into the mattress.
I gritted my teeth together and rode it out in silence. I was determined to make her come at least once more before I let go.
It was lazy and slow, and I made her come twice before I finally buried my face in the side of her neck and groaned her name.
The second time in the shower was anything but slow. Hard, fast, dirty, desperate...yeah, all of the above. But mostly desperate, because it was the last time.
By the time we finally made our way out into the kitchen, both Ryan and Jake pinned us with a hard look.
Carly looked unfazed.
Me, on the other hand, I probably looked like I’d been caught with my hand in the cookie jar.