The moment we enter Cap’s hotel room, I make a beeline for the bathroom. He, of course, grabs for me, but I wiggle free. Stepping in front of the door, he shakes his head. I instinctively push him, refusing to be told I can’t piss in peace. As usual, pushing him is like roughing up a fucking wall.
“Move,” I growl.
“No hiding in there like you did at the pool.”
“Do you expect me to urinate on the floor? Are you ready to pay the hotel for staining their carpet with urine?”
Throwing his head back laughing, Cap steps aside so I can do my urinating in peace.
Once in the bathroom, I shut the door and strip out of my clothes as quickly as possible without injuring myself. I grab a towel from the shelf and get it damp.
“Just a little cleanup,” I whisper, wiping all my possible stinky lady parts.
Tossing aside the towel, I wash my face and check for guck in my nose, eyes, and teeth.
“You’ve never looked better,” I lie to the freaked-out girl in the mirror. “Cap made you come so hard without even taking off your clothes. Now get out there and see what he can do with full access to your honey pot.”
I leave the bathroom to find Cap sprawled on his side across the bed. His head rests on his palm, and his lips curl into a smile when I appear covered by only a towel.
“I’ve never seen a woman look so fucking magnificent after urinating.”
“I have a talent,” I mumble, shuffling closer. “I’d be lying if I didn’t admit to fearing your dick might tear me in half.”
“No worries, Pip,” he says, kicking off his shoes without getting up. “My dick won’t be involved in any insertion tonight.”
“So why the hell am I naked?”
“The better for me to lick you, my dear,” he murmurs and wiggles his index finger for me to walk closer.
“Don’t hurt me.”
Cap sits up and pats a spot next to him on the bed. “What would be the point of hurting you? I want you to want me, right? Nothing makes a Johansson woman go punch-crazy like injuring her.”
Sitting next to him, I sigh deeply. “True, but my punches don’t hurt you.”
“No, but your disappointment would.”
When Cap leans down to kiss my right shoulder, I whisper, “Do I have that kind of power over you?”
“I love you. That gives you tremendous power.”
“But I love you too, so aren’t we equal?”
“No, Pip, we aren’t,” he whispers just before his lips cover mine.
I lean back onto the bed, fighting the panic boiling in my gut. Cap manages to be tender despite his size and the rough tips of his fingers. I feel them teasing the flesh on my thigh. His touch is so soft it nearly tickles while sliding my towel to the side and exposing my belly.
Kissing me leisurely, Cap sucks at my lower lip and then my tongue. I moan when his fingers tease the under part of my breast. Thoughts immediately returning to him teasing my nipples in the truck, I instinctively spread my legs with anticipation.
“Has a man ever sucked this nipple?” he whispers, plucking at the firm flesh.
“No.”
“How is that possible? Don’t men in Ellsberg crave luscious round tits with pink nipples?”
Moaning as he strokes the tender flesh, I whisper, “I don’t want anyone else sucking it.”
“No, you don’t,” Cap says with a hard edge to his voice. “No one loves you like I do. No one else should ever see you this way.”
Barely able to form words before he leans his head down to suck my nipple into his hot mouth, I’m full unintelligible after his tongue slides across my flesh.
I lift one of my legs, bending it at the knee, exposing my wet pussy to his touch. Cap draws my nipple deeper into his mouth, sucking it hungrily. I grip his head, begging him to never stop.
His fingers slip between my legs, spreading my pussy and finding the spot he only teased in the truck. Now his coarse finger slides slowly across my clit, owning it with a single touch.
“My hand is going to make you come,” Cap says, biting my nipple between his teeth. He slowly slides his tongue back and forth over the electric flesh before teasing it with the rough hairs of his beard. “Once you come, I’m going to kneel between your sexy legs and lick your sweet pussy until you come again. Do you think you can handle that, Pip?”
“No,” I moan even as my hips lift to apply more pressure from his hand to my pussy.
“You told me no from the very beginning, but your face said you wanted me. Right now, your face says you want me to make you come again—” Cap pauses to kiss my nipple, and his lips give me a sexy smile. “And again.”
I can’t respond except to grip his thick hair and press his lips to my breast. Cap takes my not so subtle hint. Sucking my nipple at the same rhythm as the pressure against my clit, he is a man on a particular mission to make me come undone.