Page 70 of Third Degree

The way his mouth felt against mine.

The way his hand felt when our fingers were intertwined.

I missed him. I missed everything about him. And yet he was just on the other side of the door.

The way he had pulled his tie off and slung his jacket on the chair. His hair gelled back to keep it from hanging over his forehead…

He was just outside, but I couldn’t go there. Not yet.

As I thought about the way Elio was standing at the end of the aisle, I could feel my core dampen.

Just as I had been doing for the last ten years, I slipped my hands underneath my shorts where I wasn’t wearing anything else. Closing my eyes, the night we had at the beach quickly flashed through my mind.

The way he stood there glistening from the water in the darkness. I started to slowly circle my fingers and let myself get lost in the memories of that night. I could feel myself gush even more as I envisioned the way he had stood there, hard and erect.

Even in the shadows of the night, I could imagine every outline and curve of his body. The strength he had used to pick me up. Fuck.

I lifted two fingers and slowly sank them inside, letting out a low groan. Knowing that just on the other side of the door, he was there, without a clue as to what I was doing. I pushed my fingers in and out, letting the liquid heat lubricate my skin, and then I circled them around my clit.

I imagined the time we first touched each other and the way his large cock felt in my mouth. Thick and engorged, waiting to be sucked down. I used my thumb on the outside to match the rhythm of my fingers as I pushed my hand deeper inside myself.

“Oh my God…” I groaned through gritted teeth. I bucked against my hand, now grinding furiously.

As the thoughts started to rush in about how Elio praised me in the bedroom, calling me a good girl, I fucked against my fingers even harder, feeling a buildup start to awaken deep inside me.

I leaned back against the chair I was sitting on and looked out at the night as I pictured the commanding presence he presented this afternoon. The way he stood up for me. The way he smiled and never took his eyes off me. The wetness leaked from me as I moved my hands along the most sensitive areas, letting myself get completely lost in the good memories.

In the memories we had shared together. Letting the anxiety melt away on my fingers as I thrust them deep inside myself just like I had done for years.

Suddenly, as if something awakened inside of me, I felt an explosion as I pulled the fabric of the shorts away so that I could use my other hand to stabilize myself on the chair. I circled my now sensitive clit faster and more furiously. Immediately, the pressure inside of me released and I exploded all over my fingers. An overwhelming sensation of pure bliss washed through my veins.

“Fuck,” I screamed and immediately used my free hand to clamp over my mouth, realizing that I wasn’t alone in my hotel room.

Shit. Had he heard me? I paused for a moment as the rest of my orgasm dissipated and tried to see if I could hear anything from the sitting room. It had been a couple hours since I had stormed off, so I figured by this point, Elio had gone to bed.

I was grateful when I didn’t hear anything. I quickly cleaned myself and the chair off.

The now anxious and frustrated thoughts had passed, and I was welcomed by a state of just plain ole’ insomnia. Unable to sleep yet too tired to read, I decided to slowly open the door that closed my room off to the sitting area. It was completely dark, so it was hard to see, but I really wanted something to drink.

I figured with the enormous amount of food Elio had ordered, the carts would still be in the sitting area, and I was quite disappointed to find out they were not.

I looked across the room at the other door in the hall and saw that his room was quiet, and the lights weren’t on.

I quietly opened the main door and noticed the carts were still outside in the hall.

“Got it,” I murmured under my breath as I propped the door open with my foot. Balancing the food cart, I reached out to grab a piece of chocolate cake and a tea mug filled with tea bags.

My hands were overflowing as I attempted to close the door with a hushed effort, but it slammed shut with a resounding noise.

“Shit,” I muttered in frustration, setting down the items I had managed to gather at the little bar area.

“Planning your escape already, rosa mia?” a low growl emerged from the darkness at the far end of the room. I jumped, startled to the core, and dropped the cake, causing it to crash onto the floor with a loud clatter.

“Could you possibly be any creepier, lurking in the corner like the damn bogeyman?” I snapped, my voice laced with irritation.

I glared into the darkness, trying to make out the figure that had startled me. As my eyes adjusted, I could faintly see Elio’s silhouette. He stepped forward, his presence becoming more defined in the dimly lit room.

“You didn’t really think you could sneak past me, did you?” he teased with a hint of amusement in his voice. Despite the initial shock, a sense of relief washed over me at the sight of him.

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