Page 5 of Spring Break with a One Night Stand

He lifted their interlocked fingers and pressed them to his mouth.

“Sure?” He whispered so the other couple in the elevator didn’t hear.

“Very.”

When the polished steel doors finally parted, her panties were soaked and her nipples jutted painfully against the lace corset restraining her full breasts. The hard buds tightened even more when she caught sight of the huge erection straining behind the zipper of Nelson’s gray suit pants.

He’d been a perfect gentleman throughout the late dinner. Relaxed and unhurried, they traded stories and shared bits and pieces of their respective lives. Unlike most dates where the purpose of the exchange was to gauge the potential fit between two people, this felt completely different. More like wandering through a museum for the sheer pleasure of admiring an intriguing painting or examining a striking sculpture from different angles or pausing to read the descriptive plaque next to a new piece of art.

Without the pressure of expectations–wondering if there would be a kiss at the end of the evening and invitation to go out again–she found it easy to share more openly and focus more fully on each moment. This was a once in a lifetime experience. Like spending a week in Paris or celebrating your granny’s 100th birthday or watching an Alaskan glacier calve. She wanted to imprint every second into her memory so she could relive the night when she went back to her fulfilling–but perfectly sane–existence.

The click of the lock signaled they were on the brink of privacy. Nelson pushed the door open and allowed her to enter first. There was no need for the overhead lights or desk lamp because his curtains were wide open, flooding the room with flashes of blue and red and yellow. Twenty stories up, the neon lights were softer, casting the room in a magical glow.

“I’ve been waiting hours to touch you, Odette, but now that we’re alone, my hands are shaking.” Nelson held one forth to prove it. “If I try to peel that dress off you, I may tear it.”

“I’m good at solving problems.” She reached back and inched the zipper down. Her breasts spilled out of the confines, and she inhaled a full, deep breath for the first time since cinching herself into the corset. She shimmied out of the fitted skirt until she wore nothing but her panties and gold lace-up stilettos.

“Hell, woman. You’re a fucking goddess.” He adjusted his pants, rubbing to ease his hard-on.

His physical reaction, combined with the feral gleam in his dark eyes, filled her with a heady sense of confidence she’d never experienced before. Odette knew her worth and was comfortable with her curves and rolls, but never had a man responded with such raw lust and pure, unconditional appreciation. It was the kind of connection she dreamed of finding one day with a man willing to settle down with her in Love Beach.

Refusing to let her mind wander off in that direction, she strolled over to Nelson and unbuckled his belt so she could free the button and release the zipper standing between her and heaven. Sliding her hand into his boxers, she wrapped her fingers around his cock.

His eyes clenched as he exhaled a long, tortured hiss. She cupped his sack, squeezing gently. Trailing her tongue along his carotid, she sighed, “This would be so much better without clothes.”

“You are wicked.” Nelson grabbed her ass and pulled her tight against his chest, trapping her hand.

His mouth crashed over hers, stealing her breath with a powerful kiss. It was as if he wanted to consume her. Claim her. Steal her heart and soul through a shared breath. Laden with hunger and desperation, the open-mouthed kiss punished and soothed, gave and took, promised and demanded.

He backed her up to the bed, bracing her with one arm behind her shoulders as he eased her down. Kneeling between her legs at the end of the bed, he skimmed his palms over the soft skin of her inner thighs, humming approval.

“Tell me you want this, babe.” He ran a thumb from the bottom to the top of her folds, popping it into his mouth to suck off her juices. “I want to hear you begging me to make you come.”

“Please, Nelson.”

“That’s how you would ask an idiot blocking a grocery store aisle with his cart to move.” He chuckled, watching her squirm as he traced featherlight circles around her clit. “You must not want this very bad.”

She’d only had two lovers in her entire life, and while the sex was good, she’d never lost control. She’d never been delirious with desire, pushed over the edge to a place where there were no inhibitions, no self-consciousness, no hesitation. Nelson–with his eyes glazed over with lust, fingers nimble and knowing, chest rising and falling with ragged, panting breaths–would be the one to finally make that happen.

“Maybe you need convincing.” He gave her a Cheshire grin as he eased two fingers into her, curling them upward, before dipping his head to lick her from top to bottom with the tip of his tongue.

“Oh, God.” Her hips lifted off the bed, an unspoken plea for more.

“I can’t hear you, sweetheart.” He returned to laving her wet folds with slow, torturous strokes.

“Ah, Nelson.” Her eyes rolled back, but she refocused, the sight of his black waves bobbing between her bent knees too erotic to forego. “Taste me. Lick me. Harder. Please. It feels so good, but I need more.” She reached down, curling her fingers into his hair and pulling him closer. “Want more. Now.”

He stopped teasing and got serious. Increasing the pressure against her G-spot, he swirled his tongue, seeming to touch every inch of her at once. The slick heat and steady strokes were glorious. The muscles in her legs went slack, opening her even wider so Nelson had better reach, but as the climax drew closer, twin patches at the base of her spine tingled, tightened.

All of her senses heightened. She heard his hungry slurping. Smelled her own musk, laced with the final notes of the Jo Malone perfumed she applied hours earlier. Heard the faint mewling of her surrender. Felt the cool fabric of the coverlet under her hips and back.

Hooking his free arm around one knee, he flattened his palm over her lower abdomen, a counter to the pressure of his fingers inside her. Focusing every stroke on her pulsing clit, Nelson relentlessly licked her to a mind-shattering orgasm. It spiraled up from her core, already upon her before her mind registered the fact.

Uttering a long, deep guttural moan, Odette hung on the pinnacle of ecstasy as Nelson gentled his strokes and stilled his fingers, drawing out the climax so it rippled through her like waves undulating on a shoreline, a rhythmic cadence that gradually faded to stillness.

“You’re even more beautiful like this, woman.” His tone was reverent, worshipful.

He got to his feet, eyes locked on hers, as he toed off his shoes and stripped off his shirt, pants, socks, and boxers. Unable to move, limbs heavy with the languor of her orgasm, Odette soaked up the sight of him. The definition of his abs, the smooth expanse of sculpted pecs, the cut between his thigh and groin, the corded muscle of his thighs.

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