Thursday, January 7, 2010
NOTHING WAS TOO MUCH if I got to see her face look like that. It was exactly what I wanted.
Blake stood near the door looking out for a few minutes before she spoke. I felt like I’d finally given her something. Something no one else ever had. And now I knew what it felt like, I wanted to do it again and again forever.
“I’m glad you like it.” And I truly was. Seeing the excitement and wonder on her face as we walked through the lobby was almost as breathtaking as seeing that the pretty little finger on her left hand was bare.
No engagement ring. No wedding band. That was my favorite part of the trip so far. If she noticed how much I was holding her hand, she didn’t complain, but it was free again and I relished knowing the next ring she wore would be mine.
Permanently.
I also noted that, although they looked short, her fingernails were in relatively good shape compared to how I’d seen them a few times in the past.
All good signs for me.
“Like it? Casey, this is a dream. The hotel. The view. I can’t believe you’d spend so much on a little getaway. This is so…so startling. It’s too much. But thank you.” Her thoughts were jumping around. It was a lot to take in—even for me.
I was content she didn’t know how much money I had. That fact alone made it so much more fun to spend.
The brewery had done, and continued to do, incredibly well. And to say Marc had been generous with me—even before I bought into Bay Brewing, as an owner—would have been a gross understatement. Aside from that, I bought in at a time when we began making profit hand over fist and we could barely keep up with orders. I didn’t have much in the way of bills or free time. I spent a lot of time traveling on business and those expenses were all written off. I’d never been worried about money, even when we’d first met. I wasn’t Trump-rich by a long shot, but splurging on a much-needed vacation with my girl wouldn’t put a dent in my account.
I could understand why she assumed I only made a fair income and did okay. So it came as no surprise when she thought the Bella Flechazo was out of my price range. It looked that way. Hell, it felt that way—even to me. I’d never stayed anywhere that nice before. One thing was sure though, I would’ve spent twice as much if I’d known it would guarantee that mesmerized look on her face.
“Why don’t you take a shower, put on a little something-something, and then let me take you downstairs for dinner?”
“Why don’t you join me?” she replied bouncing up to me on her toes. Her light, carefree steps only proving more how carefree she felt.
Blake’s mouth met mine in a leisurely, languid kiss and time finally slowed down for us. Her tongue slid across my bottom lip and I moaned. Her lips were so soft and the only kiss I tasted on them was mine. My hands found hers and I walked us backward to, where I was guessing, the bathroom was through the master suite and around the corner.
Making it to the bathroom, she switched places and pulled me in as I fumbled for the light switch on the wall, trying not to break our kiss. I kicked my shoes off as she unwound the red scarf. That I’d only bought to see her blush.
The wicked grin she was flashing charmed me. I had wanted to see her untroubled for so long. So many times when we’d been together there had been circumstances looming over us. There were too few precious times when I’d seen her look totally at ease, and this was now one of them. She swayed her hips and pulled her shirt over her head. Then she took a few backward steps to the walk-in shower.
“Why don’t you come in here and show me what you brought me here for?” she persuaded. I shrugged out of my jacket and tossed it behind me. My hand reached behind my back and pulled off my shirt. All the while, my mind began debating. I tried to turn the fucker off, but I couldn’t. What she’d just said reminded me. Although she was being playful, I didn’t want her to have any reason to misinterpret my intentions.
Don’t be the one-night stand guy.
I stood before her, sock-footed and only wearing jeans.
By then she only had her panties on and she did something I hadn’t seen since the first night we were together. Her right foot rubbed that back of her left leg and her hands clasped politely in front of herself.
Honeybee, I won’t make the same mistakes with you twice.
I walked past her to turn on the water, but still didn’t take my pants or socks off. She looked at me like I was a perfect stranger, not rushing to take her up on her sexy fucking suggestion. There was nothing I wanted to do more—in the whole world—than fuck her beautiful brains out in that massive fucking shower.
Well, maybe one thing. And it was a big thing. I wanted to actually make her mine this time. If I was getting a second shot at making her mine, I was going to do my best to learn from my mistakes.
I kissed her naked shoulder as I walked back past. She stood still and stared at the floor.
“I’m not going to shower with you. Not this time,” I said as gently as I could. I was confusing her, which was understandable. In the past, if there was an opportunity to be inside her, then I was buried eight hard inches in my girl. Cooling things down wasn’t something common for me.
If she’d done it intentionally, it most likely wouldn’t have been as adorable, but her bottom lip pushed out and her brow wrinkled—just barely. She was literally pouting. Sadly, at that moment, I had to look away.
My ego and my dick wanted to be stroked, but I abstained. An ego that begged to know how disappointed she was I wasn’t showering with her. And a dick that really, really wanted to take said shower. I reminded myself she wasn’t going anywhere and said, “You look phenomenal. I want that body like my next breath, but I’m going to let you shower and I’ll get our bags squared away.”
I placed one last kiss on the skin at the crook of her neck and left her there.
I fought the urge to go back in, but it didn’t feel the same as when I’d left her in the past. I wasn’t leaving her on her own. I was just going into the next room.
Another benefit of taking a flight-risk lover to another country. Where was she to go?
I collected my jacket and shirt, deciding if I wasn’t going to shower, the least I could do was change. I moved Blake’s luggage to her side of the room, or at least that was where I decided her side would be. Where it was in the room was trivial, but the fact our luggage was in the same room was paramount. She could sprinkle her shit over every square inch in the suite and I wouldn’t bat an eye. Her shit was with my shit.
I’d made some special arrangements I needed to check on anyway. After booking the room, I called to see what sorts of things there were to do locally. I was only too pleased to encounter Enrique, the perfectly English-speaking concierge. It was a sign.
Enrique and I made fast friends. He was about my age—I surmised—and I immediately won him over when I told him I needed help showing a very special girl a very good time. After getting a few minor details handled by my new Costa Rican buddy, I felt like I’d chosen the perfect place for us. He was accommodating of my weird requests, but never told me no or that he couldn’t help. Enrique—or Ricky, as I liked to call him in my head—had some pretty tall orders to fill.
I called the number I’d saved in my phone for his extension. He picked up and confirmed that, so far, all the things I’d asked for wouldn’t be an issue. I only needed to let him know when I wanted them.
Changing and talking to Ricky were good distractions to keep my mind and body from wandering back into the bathroom, where I knew my favorite pussy was wet under steamy water and the most amazing pair of tits were probably soapy and slick with…okay, I wasn’t completely distracted.
I began unpacking. Staying in a room longer than a weekend merited taking your shit out of a bag and putting it away. That and it just felt good to settle in somewhere.
It wasn’t long before Blake came out. In our rush, she hadn’t grabbed anything to wear after the great shower-fucking episode of 2010 that didn’t happen. Yet.
With a big white hotel towel wrapped around her creamy white body, she padded over to her suitcase. I wondered how it was that women’s towels always stayed on. Did they know some towel trick? Because every time I did it, either my dick hung out the front or the bastard would fall off as soon as I took one step.
But she sauntered over to her things, like she wouldn’t even consider it falling off. I learned at that moment I didn’t harbor the power of telekinesis. The damn thing held its own despite my brain’s vulgar and explicit damnedest to wish the thing off.
She looked fresh and clean, but she still wore something like disappointment on her face. I lay across the bed and propped my head on my arm to talk to her, while she chose what to wear after opening her largest bag.
“Hey, why the face?” I asked, knowing she didn’t understand what had happened in the bathroom and why I didn’t take advantage of the moment like I had so many, many, many times before. “Tell me what’s on your mind.”
“It’s nothing. I just thought, we’d…” She stopped there, embarrassment claiming her features. Scarlet bloomed under her cheeks. It was different than the turned-on version of her blush. I bet she had tens of blushes yet all this time I’d only concentrated on one. There were so many ways I hadn’t been someone who was deserving of leaving a life and a home for.
That all had changed. If she was doing better, then I wanted to, too.
“Go ahead. Tell me,” I told her. I was paying attention. She’d said she liked when I told her what to do. I understood; it took so much pressure off knowing what the other wanted.
She pulled a few dresses from her suitcase and laid them on the bed near me. She didn’t make eye contact. I think that made it easier for her to spill her thoughts. Still, I wanted her to know what she was doing and acknowledge she was doing it because I’d said so.
I got something out of it too. After all the times we’d fought, all the times that either she or I had left, if I could have just told her what I wanted her to do… Well, I wasn’t completely sure, but our story might have worked out better than the fucked-up way we’d done it.
She took a deep breath as she gathered her words. “I thought we were about to take a shower together.” “Together” rolled off her tongue as if spoken in a delicate language. She spoke that, but I spoke me. Good thing for her, I knew both of our languages. Translated, Blake’s “together” meant “fuck the marble off the walls” in Casey. I would have loved making her scream my name in there. I bet the acoustics were great. We’d be doing a sound check before we left for home.
“I wanted to, but I’m mixing things up,” I admitted. I wanted her to want me like she did and I didn’t want her to doubt I wanted her back. It was a fine line. Still, I wasn’t about to jump on her the second we were alone again. I was going to take my time, because there wasn’t a rush. Not anymore.
As much as my balls throbbed, it gave me pleasure making her squirm a little.
That’s right, honeybee. Dangle on my hook.
I needed to make sure she knew where my head was though. I didn’t want her dwelling on anything else except how much of a good time she was having.
“What do you mean?” she asked.
I stared up at the ceiling. When I finally had the words, the way I needed them, I spoke to a patiently waiting woman with curious brown eyes.
“Aside from how bad I want to be buried inside of you,” I said, and made eye contact while I paused to punctuate what I’d said. I continued when she smiled, “I don’t want you to think that’s all I want from this trip.”
She crooked a leg and sat on the bed by my head.
“What else do you want from this trip?”
“I want lots of things.” How much did I want to give away? “I want you to relax and know that you’re here because I wanted to spend time with you.”
She grinned, but tried to hide it. “Spend time with me? Okay.”
“Yes. I’m serious. I want to hang out. Act like we’re just a couple on vacation. I want us to unwind and chill-the-fuck-out for a few days. If we have some great sex along the way, then that’s a bonus. A huge, awesome bonus.”
She nodded, getting where I was going. I wondered if she knew what I meant. If I only knew what she was thinking?
“I mean, don’t you feel like we’ve been pulled and stretched so thin over the last few years? I’m ready for some of that pressure to slip away for a minute, even if things are waiting for us when we get back.”
Blake ran an open hand over my chest and her fingers rubbed back and forth over my tattoo.
She said, “I know exactly what you mean.”
I sat up on my elbows, bringing our faces closer together. “Are you sure? I don’t want you thinking anything negative. Got that?”
Her eyes said she did. She appeared relieved, like she’d wanted someone to say that or give her the chance to relax for a few days.
“Got it,” she confirmed and then she leaned in and kissed me. “We’re taking baby steps. I like it.”
I was going to rock her world with this new and improved Casey and then I was going to rock her world with my tongue, my fingers, and my cock.
Baby steps.