Page 47 of Falling

“Peter,” I hear her calling. My eyes open to find her still sitting on top of me. The belt is gone, as is the buzzing in my ass. “Did I kill you?” She leans over me to untie my arms.

“Possibly.” My heart is still slamming in my chest. She rubs on my numb arms to help wake them up.

“I think you’re going to have a mark on your neck,” she says, scrunching her face up. “Sorry.”

“I fucking hope so. Otherwise, I might think I dreamed all of this.”

“You did come really hard,” she says with a laugh.

“I don’t know how you didn’t get knocked against the far wall.”

“Hence the belt.” She winks. I use one rubbery-feeling arm to pull her in for a kiss. I’m not sure there’s much else on my body that is working.

Her naked breasts crush against my chest, and I start to feel stirrings again in my groin. She breaks the kiss to look at my lower body. “So, I’d guess we give it ten before you’re ready to go again?”

“Mmm, maybe five? Seven tops.”

“You know, this thing is growing on me.” I hope she’s talking about my cock. Instead, she eases the ring off of me. “Maybe I’ll have your cock tattooed with my name.”

“No, I draw the line at cock tattoos.”

“Hmmm, your hip then?”

“That we can talk about,” I agree. “Maybe in a nice script.”

“In several languages,” she adds. “That way no one will be able to claim they didn’t know who you belonged to if they get your pants down.”

“Now you’re getting carried away. Everyone who gets in my pants can speak English.” I pull her against my chest again. If I have to wait another five minutes before I’m on her again, she can damn well wait with me. “How much time do we still have before bed?”

“I’d say somewhere around two hours,” she says.

“We’d better hurry then.” With one quick move, I roll her under me. “I still have lots of toys waiting.”

eighteen

GENEVA

I don’t knowwhat I was imagining, but sex with Peter is perfect. He’s not afraid to push the limits, but he also likes it slow and intimate. Like this morning when I woke up with my leg hooked over his hip and his cock inside me. The slow grind while he gazed into my eyes was more emotional than anything I’ve experienced before. It was almost on another level.

“Wow, it’s really starting to come down,” he says, walking up behind me. I guess I’ll have to store my thoughts of sex with Peter until later. I’ve been standing outside for a few minutes now, wondering if we’ll get out today.

“It is,” I agree. We’re standing under the overhang of the hotel. “Do you think we’ll be okay heading out?”

“I think so. It’s odd to have snow this early. The desk said it shouldn’t be this bad once we go farther south.”

“Okay, then.”

I step out into the snow toward the SUV. Peter follows me with our bags. I made sure he had the bag of toys when we checked out. Don’t want to leave that one behind. He stores our bags in the back, and we both settle inside.

“At least we shouldn’t have to fight any traffic,” he points out. He starts the car and we pull out of the parking lot. The snow hits the windshield. Peter turns the wipers up another notch. I watch as Santa Fe disappears behind us in a blanket of white.

We ride in companionable silence for miles, both of us lost in our thoughts. I’m studying Peter out of the corner of my eye when I see him yawn. My only real job on this road trip has been to make sure I keep the driver awake. He insists on driving, so I’ve settled for being the entertainment.

“Guess what time it is?” I tease, reaching behind me for a magazine.

“What quiz could possibly be left? We already know you’re my type, we’re both going to be awesome spouses, and I’m more than adequate in bed,” he grouses.

“You’re better than adequate.”

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