Backdraft…

I brought up her gift baskets, chuckling at the contents of some of them. One had condoms in it, which made me smile as I set it on the bedside table.

I missed Lil, like a fractured ache in my chest, but that was probably because the revelation that I’d read her book. Goddamn, I’d never been so in tune with another woman in my life. The look on her face. I knew I’d done something unexpectedly profound, but I had never seen someone fall completely in love and had that look trained on me. That was exactly what I’d seen, though, and it affected me like nothing else ever had.

She’d looked at me the way Chrissy looked at Youngblood, the way Aly looked at Yale, and I had craved it like a drowning man craved air. I’d been a little sad to realize I had never seen a look like that on Torrid, but at the same time, I could honestly say, I’d loved her but not in the way I was falling for Lil. This was something so deep, so profound, that if I were drowning? Well, if this was what drowning in another human being was? I’d die a happy man and I hadn’t even gotten to so much as kiss her yet.

I showered and when I got out, I lay on my back on my side of the bed mindlessly channel-surfing in a pair of my boxer-briefs. I had nothing else to do while I waited on Lil to come back to me. I had to say, it was a special kind of torture. I didn’t see or hear a goddamned thing playing out over the hotel’s TV set. All I kept seeing was that look she’d given me; all I could hear was that stunned dream-like quality to her voice. “You read my book?”

Such an innocuous sentence, but one that changed me forever, soul deep. I shut off the TV and sat up when I heard her key card in the lock, leaping to my feet when the door handle depressed. I waited, my heart damn near in my throat, as she rounded the corner and stopped just a few feet from me.

She looked up at me, those storm-swept gray-blue eyes of hers calling me home, like some sort of siren and I slowly closed the gap between us. I cradled her face in my hands and just drank her in by silent sight for several moments. It was the first time that I’d ever been with a woman where literally nothing needed to be said. Instead, I let my body do the talking and my lips do the walking as I lowered my face to hers.

Her breath, sweet with champagne, fanned over my lips as she let out a relieved little gasp and then we were kissing. Slow and sensual, neither one of us wanting to be rushed, her skin smooth as silk under my hands as I smoothed them down her graceful neck and over her shoulders, leaping from her arms to her ribs to caress that hourglass shape through her gown.

She let out a light little sigh of relief and I let my hands sweep to her back to find the hidden zipper there, lowering it, even as her hands fluttered lightly onto my heated skin, slightly cool to the touch and setting me further aflame from it.

Her hands slipped down the back of my boxer-briefs, nails biting slightly into my ass as she gripped it, pressing our bodies tightly together and I groaned into her mouth. She was a fantastic kisser, her tongue taking its time to explore the inside of my mouth as much I took the time with mine to caress the inside of hers.

I rucked the long, heavy, flowing skirt of her gown into my hands, inching it up to give her enough slack to lift the halter over her head. She broke the kiss and moved with me, bowing her head, lifting it over, before peeling the front of the dress off of her skin. I chuckled and had to kind of figure that she had some sort of adhesive holding things in place, there was no way it would have stayed covering her perfect breasts with that plunging neckline without a little help.

She let the dress drop into a puddle at her feet and pressed her body back up against mine. My arms went back around her, holding her to me, as she boldly shoved my underwear off and captured my throbbing cock, stroking it between us with one small hand.

Our mouths tangled like wildfire caught in the wind, the flames swirling high and higher, twining and twisting, rolling together beautifully as my hands found the globes of her ass and pressed her even tighter against me. She had on these black lace panties that rode high on her ass and I had half a handful of them and half of her smooth and perfect skin. It was an amazing and alluring contrast in textures as I lifted her bodily right out of her heels.

She let me go, her hand leaving my cock so she could put both arms around my shoulders and twine those muscular legs, which were easily half of her short height, around my hips. I was made instantly aware of just how much she wanted me. Her wetness was soaking through her panties and pressing against my cock, the scent of her arousal suddenly permeating the air and driving me all sorts of wild. I turned us both so I could lay her on the bed and she tore her mouth from mine so that she could lay back and look.

I snatched a condom out of the damn gift basket on the bedside table and she smiled, her hands running over every bit of me that she could reach, as I tore it open. She laid back, taking her hands from my skin and ran them over her own, cupping her breasts like low-hanging fruit just begging for my mouth to be on them.

I stared at her, rolling the black, slippery latex over the head of my dick and down my shaft and the naked want and need in her eyes as she grasped her bottom lip between her teeth made me throb. A surge of pleasure pulsed out from my balls and through my bloodstream so intensely I thought for a second that I fucking came before I could even get inside her.

I knelt on the bed between her thighs, stroking myself and letting my eyes rove down her, from those gorgeous eyes of hers, over her beautiful breasts, down her flat stomach to her adorable navel, to the light little pooch of her lower belly. I hooked my fingers into the waistband of her black panties and revealed the rest of her, whisking the scrap of material away from her glistening sex over her strong legs covered in black, thigh-high stockings, which were so hot on her I had every intention of leaving them right where they were.

God, she was beautiful, that classic sense of timeless beauty. Full-figured, like Marilyn Monroe. A total blonde bombshell on par with Scarlett Johannsen, and she was giving herself to me completely.

Mine for tonight, and if I had anything to say about it, for all eternity after. Her spirit was a pure shining gold, resonating with my own on such a deep sub-level I wondered how I’d ever made it work with anyone else up to this point.

I was loving how she was giving herself completely over to the act of sex with me right now, too, like all of her inhibitions had gone out the fucking window. She lay there, looking up at me, her hands traveling over her skin, gripping her breasts, pinching her nipples, smoothing over her stomach and thighs as her hips lifted unbidden from the plush pillow-top mattress in invitation for me to take her.

She wasn’t putting on a show, she was genuinely immersed completely in both me and the moment, and it was the hottest fucking thing I’d ever seen in my life. Her eyes dilated with her passion, heavy-lidded with her wanting and lust. I let myself fall forward and caught myself with a firm hand above her shoulder; with the other I kept up the rhythmic stroking of my cock, pressing it at her opening, lifting it to stroke her wetness over her pussy lips and against her clit.

She gasped and moaned, writhing under me impatiently while I teased her with my cock until I couldn’t stand it anymore.

I was about to ask her to open her eyes, to look me in mine as I slid my way into her hungry waiting pussy, but I didn’t have to. She fixed me with her gaze, dark passion radiating from it, and I slipped my way inside her, sexy and slow, inch by agonizing inch, lowering myself on top of her, until our bodies were pressed close and I could kiss her again.

Jesus Christ, I needed a minute like this, deep in her, tongues warring, my body pressed to hers while I struggled to hold off. To not come, not yet, but damn, it was a near thing, a losing battle. I wasn’t sure I was going to last. How could I with a woman like her underneath me?