Page 55 of Come Fly with Me

Taylor laughs. “I think I just did.”

Laughing, I roll us over so she’s on top of me, our bodies still joined. “Yeah, you sure did,” I tell her.

She lifts her head, brushing a hand through my hair. “You were right about the foreplay,” she says, a smile tugging at her mouth. “That was intense.”

I chuckle. “Yeah, well, it’s not over yet, baby,” I say, leaning up to kiss her. “I hope you weren’t planning on actually sleeping in this room?”

Taylor laughs, sitting up on my hips. “Wanna take a shower?” she asks. “Before round two?”

I sit up to face her, my cock, which is still buried inside her, shifting and making us both groan. “Round two?” I ask, pulling that bottom lip of hers between my teeth. “It’ll be round three by the time we get out of the shower.”

Because this is a luxury suite, the shower turns out to be the perfect place for sex. The whole stall is actually big enough to lie down in, but we don’t, instead making use of the perfectly positioned ledge that I sit Taylor on as I step between her legs and fuck her hard. Water cascades down from multiple showerheads and I watch as it falls onto her body, droplets hanging from her nipples that I can’t resist leaning in to suck off.

After we’ve fucked and then cleaned each other up, we get out, our skin now red from the heat of the water as we dry off in front of the huge mirror that covers an entire wall of the bathroom.

I rub my hair dry with the towel and when I’m done, I lower it to find Taylor watching me in the mirror, her eyes dark and filled with lust as she drops her gaze lower to my cock.

With my eyes on hers, I take it in my hand, slowly jerking myself off as I continue to watch her in the mirror. Taylor stares back at me, dropping her towel to the floor as I step closer.

With my hand between her shoulder blades, I gently push her forward, so she’s bent over the vanity. I step closer, dropping a kiss to her shoulder blade as I rub my cock against her arse, my leg nudging hers apart.

She watches me the whole time, our eyes locked on each other in the mirror as I run the head of my cock against her, teasing her, slipping the tip in and out.

Taylor grips the vanity, her mouth falling open a little as she stares back at me, her eyes now pools of blackness, her breathing already ragged. My gaze locks with hers as I slowly slide inside her, my hands gripping her hips.

I fuck her slowly this time, slower than before, my eyes only leaving hers when I see her take one hand from the vanity and move it between her legs, where she slowly starts to rub her clit.

I lean forward and press kisses to her spine, my eyes moving to where my wet cock pushes in and out of her, before I lift them back to hers.

I force myself to keep it slow, thrusting in and out of her in long, deep strokes, so the only sounds filling the bathroom are her soft moans, my low groans and our skin as it meets. I don’t take my eyes off her, watching in the mirror as she gets herself off while I fuck her from behind.

When she finally does come, her eyes close, her head falling forward as I continue to push into her, riding out her orgasm as I come long and hard inside her.

Afterward, I take her back to bed, where we collapse against the sheets. We lie in silence, both of us catching our breath as it occurs to me everything we’ve just done.

“Taylor.”

“Yeah?” she asks, rolling onto her side to face me.

I roll my head on the pillow so I’m facing her. “All this sex and we’ve… well, I’ve never once, you know, bagged it?”

She gives me a small smile. “I know,” she says. “I don’t normally…and I’m…well I’m on the pill, so it’s, you know, okay, I promise.”

“I trust you,” I tell her quickly. “And I’m okay too.”

She leans in and presses a kiss to my lips. “I trust you too, Jake,” she whispers, and I know how much it takes for her to admit that. I kiss her again, a silent thank you before she adds, “This might be the first time I wish I didn’t have to fly tomorrow.”

“How long are you in L.A. for before you fly again?”

“One night,” she says, her hand reaching out to brush a path across my chest. “You?”

“Two,” I say, grabbing her hand and lifting it to my mouth. “I don’t want this to stop when we get back, Taylor,” I say, my words serious.

She watches as I suck her finger into my mouth. “Neither do I,” she whispers.

I grin, sucking harder. “Good,” I murmur, slowly pulling her finger from my mouth. “Because I really, really like fucking you,” I say, watching her. “I love how you taste and how you feel. I love how good it feels having my cock inside you.” Taylor’s breathing grows deeper, her body inching closer to mine as I keep talking. “I love watching you come, hearing you say my name as you do,” I add, slowly sucking her finger into my mouth again. “And I want to fuck you every way I can,” I tell her. “Hard, slow, every possible position, all of it.”

“Jake,” she whimpers, her body now pressed up against mine.

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