Page 3 of Boundless Love
She clicked her tongue, shaking her head.“Okay, maybe I do.”
There was a different kind of work on my mind as we went our separate ways once it was clear our group was holding up the restaurant’s closing.Granted, the hotel’s owners were sitting at the table, but that didn’t mean the staff felt like hanging around all night.
I made plans to meet with the guys in the lobby come morning, then held Rowan’s hand on the way to the elevator.
“I absolutely love what they’ve done with this place,” she mused as we strolled down a wide, sleek hall.To our right, one of the hotel’s three lounges pulsed with energy, men and women having drinks, flirting, and dancing.“The energy is amazing.”
“Want to go in and get a drink?Find a dark corner?”I suggested.
“I doubt there’s such a thing as quiet in there,” she pointed out with a chuckle.“Actually, I was hoping to go upstairs, turn out the lights, and enjoy the view of the strip from our window.”
“Is that all you’re hoping to do when we get up there?”I was tall, and her neckline was low-cut enough to make ogling her much too easy.The creamy swells of her tits had inspired my imagination since the moment she zipped into the light, sexy red dress.
She lifted her shoulder, sinking her teeth into her bottom lip.“I don’t know.What did you have in mind?”
I bent down to brush my lips against her ear, enjoying how she shivered at the touch of my breath on her skin.“Nothing I can talk about down here.Let’s put it that way.”
2
SPENCER
We were barely in the suite before I had no choice but to reach out and take hold of her.How many times had I touched her this way?Exploring curves that were familiar but still so exciting, making my blood hum by the time I pulled her tight against my stiffening dick.
She purred like a kitten, leaving me craving her more than ever.“But I wanted to enjoy the view…” she teased, letting me back her across the sumptuous great room at the center of the suite, my impatience giving me no choice but to pick her up.She was moving too slowly, and I’d been waiting too long.
“And I wanted to fuck you this afternoon when we first got here, remember?”I asked on the way down the hall.“You know what happens when you keep me waiting.”
“Yes, and I always end up enjoying it, don’t I?”There was something painfully sensual about her knowing laughter once I set her on her feet inside the large, lavishly-appointed bedroom.This suite was reserved for some of the strip’s most notorious high rollers, people who had come to expect a level of comfort and sophistication.At the moment, what I cared most about was the enormous bed, where I planned to take her in every position for as long as my dick held up.Even then, I had a tongue and ten perfectly good fingers to keep the party going.
It was the steel rod wedged up against my zipper that demanded attention first and foremost.“It has been a while since we had any real alone time,” Rowan reminded me as her skillful fingers worked my belt and zipper, offering me a little relief from the pressure.
I grunted my agreement, leaning down and running the tip of my tongue across her lips before easing it between them.It was impossible to explain the change that came over her at that moment when we stopped playing and got down to business.It was always like this.The way she would melt into me.The way she gave herself over to pleasure I so happily offered.
“Fuck, you are beautiful,” I grunted out between kisses, one arm around her waist to hold her close as my other hand worked her dress up her thigh.She shivered and gasped at my light caress, the way I knew she loved to be touched.I had never known a more responsive woman.Her entire body was one giant erogenous zone.
“Touch me,” she begged, almost whining, her breath hot against my skin as my mouth began traveling over her jaw and down her throat.She curled her fingers in my hair, her arms around my neck.“Make me feel good.”
That was all I wanted.Backing her against the bed, I sat her down, then lowered myself to my knees.“Rowan, I would happily spend the rest of my life pleasuring you day in and day out.”There was nothing like turning her into some whining, writhing, needy thing—a creature who acted on instinct, who followed her body’s needs without thinking or analyzing.She was so driven and careful in her professional life yet exploded when given the opportunity.
I planned on giving her the opportunity now, sliding the dress up her thighs, teasing both of us, really, as I took my time exploring every inch of her silky skin.So beautiful, so perfect in every way.I almost didn’t know what to do with this perfection.
She made it easy, though, placing a hand on the back of my head and guiding me closer to the center of her heat.I rubbed the scruff on my cheeks against her inner thighs, making her shiver and whimper while her legs fell farther apart.“And to think, you seemed so sleepy at dinner…” I whispered, drawing closer to the lace covering her pussy.
“I think I got my second wind,” she whispered back, releasing a soft laugh that turned into a moan when my tongue ran over the lace.The telltale dampness spreading over it sharpened my senses, making it almost impossible not to tear the G-string away from her skin and drive my tongue deep.
But that would mean missing the thrill of building her up, making her beg for it.“Oh God, yes,” she whispered, lifting her hips, greedy for more.The harder she worked for it, the longer I would make her wait.
“You smell so good.”I groaned, rubbing my nose over her covered mound before licking again, tantalized by the faint hint of her essence clinging to the lace.I strained against my boxer briefs, eager to sink deep.It was too much fun playing with her.
“You’re trying to kill me, is that it?”she asked in a strained whisper, working herself against me.I merely chuckled, rubbing my face across her mound until her high-pitched whines made me take pity.
“No, sweetheart, I am not trying to kill you.I don’t think anybody ever died from being unable to come.”As I spoke, I slowly pulled the thong away from her glistening lips and worked it down her legs, which fell open again like magic.When I blew gently across her slit, she arched her back, gasping.The tip of her clit poked out from between those lips, and I focused my warm breath on it, letting the chilled air send a shiver over her until she shook and moaned my name.
Finally, I took pity, touching the tip of my tongue to the bundle of nerves.“God, yes!”she screamed, hands against the back of my head again, tugging my hair.“Spence… more!”
If there was one thing I committed to, it was giving her what she wanted, and the lady wanted more.Who was I to let her down?
I settled in, focusing attention on the clit, flicking my tongue over it, occasionally dipping lower to breach her entrance.So wet, the taste and smell heightened the desire that turned my blood to fire.It burned its way through me, searing me inside, demanding more, more.I could never get enough.But fuck it, I was going to try.
