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He squeezed my ass and said, “We'll definitely need the fuel.”
“But maybe not my towel.” I said as I dropped it on the floor.
The way he studied me, from the top of my head to the tips of my toes, pausing at the sexy bits, was both shocking and sweet.
I reached for his manhood to see if he was as real and ready as he seemed, but he pivoted away and said, “Oh you need to earn the privilege,sheereen-am.”
A giggle escaped me, but I beckoned for him to follow me onto the balcony overlooking the dark gardens and ocean all around us .as I said, “I think we both know I turn you on.”
He was too busy staring at my backside while he followed me though the door, until he looked up asked, “Where are you going?”
I traced the elaborate balcony railing and said, “Let’s enjoy this view of yours while we’re all alone.”
He kissed my shoulder and said, “I’m not looking at the view.”
“Even better,” I said and pressed myself against his sexy, muscular body.
Then our lips met. I was his, and for now he was mine. I traced his muscles, and my knees went weak. So I arched my body to invite him to touch me.
His strong, loving, deft hands cupped my ass and steam rushed through me. He was all I wanted.
I climbed on top of him and rode him hard.
He made me feel powerful, and that alone was a heady experience. As soon as he was inside me, though, I totally lost control.
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Cyrus
We finally made it to the bed, and I popped a grape in my mouth while I waited for her to come back.
My son woke up crying, and she went in to feed him. I gave them time alone while I cleaned myself up.
Then I listened and returned to where I was. The door creaked open just when I finished my grape, and I stared at the sexiest woman on the planet. She plopped on the bed beside me, and I offered her some fruit.
She took a blueberry off the tray while I put the fruit cup down and said, “You’re so great with my son… and with me.”
She patted me knee and said, “You’re one of the good guys, Cyrus.”
“And your inner bad girl definitely turns me on,” I replied.
Her eyes widened and her face went white as she said, “Fuck.”
I reviewed what I just said and was fairly sure it was pretty tame, but I curled closer to her and said, “I didn't mean to upset you.”
A tear trickled down her cheek, though she brushed it away and said, “It’s fine.”
I wished she would trust me, though. I took a deep breath and tried to find the right words. “It’s just… I don’t want us to be some temporary 'thing,' though I get our timing is off right now.”
Plus her family’s deaths were probably still on her mind, even though she hadn’t said anything.
Her cheeks darkened, but then she met my gaze and said, “It’s not the timing. I’m not ready for a relationship, ever.”
The blanket statement made no sense. We were clearly getting along, so I asked, “Why? What happened to you?”
She squeezed her eyes shut, sipped her water, put It back on the nightstand, and squared her shoulders, looking into my eyes while she said, “It’s easier for me to start with what you know and then go deeper.”
My heart stilled. Patients often needed to work through what happened, no matter how else they coped. So I said, “Whatever works for you.”
