Page 18 of Give Me More
When they’d come here so he could change earlier, she’d opted not to go inside, instead sitting on one of the lounge chairs outside the floor-to-ceiling wall of glass patio doors. Now he was using his room card to swipe over the security panel, and she watched those doors slide open. He’d left the light on and the drapes partially drawn.
Her flip-flops were still a little wet as she stepped onto the natural-colored wood flooring. The room was bathed in golden light, the walls and furniture a pretty neutral tone. For her, the most intriguing part of this space was the high ceiling, accented with thick beams painted a rich chocolate brown.
“Do you want another drink?” he asked from behind her.
She could hear him moving about as she walked farther into what she presumed was the living room. He’d closed the door and then she heard a swishing sound she assumed was the curtains being closed. Turning slightly, she saw a table with four cushioned chairs surrounding it. A bottle of wine with four wineglasses was in the center.
“Not if you want me to remain coherent,” she said before turning to face him.
He startled her with how close he was, and his arms immediately went around her waist to pull her up to him. “Oh, you definitely want to be wide awake for this.”
There wasn’t a moment to respond before he came in for a kiss, his mouth taking hers in a fierce sweep of lips and tongues. The action took her breath away but she was quick to fall into the groove, lifting her arms to place her hands at the back of his head. His hands were everywhere, up and down her back, cupping her ass, pressing her into his already-hardened dick.
She’d known it was going to be like this. As they’d frolicked in the pool with his family, playing an impromptu game of water volleyball, the sexual tension between them had been ratcheted up to an almost explosive level. Each time he’d brushed past her in the water, his palms moving over her ass or down her spine, she’d felt a little more breathless with desire. When she’d lost her footing and gone underwater unexpectedly, he’d been right there, arms around her waist as they both floated, bodies pressed together. She’d wrapped her legs around him that time and he’d slid a finger between her legs and beneath her bikini bottom for a quick touch to her pussy. Already on the edge of need, Grace had almost come right that second. Luckily for them they weren’t alone in the pool, and the women had a point to prove by beating the men.
But that was over now.
With his palms planted on the cheeks of her ass, he hoisted her up until she was again wrapping her legs around his waist. He broke the kiss and she let her head fall back while he used his teeth to nip along the line of her jaw and down her neck.
“How many bathing suits did you pack?”
The question floated through the haze of heavy arousal in her mind as he began walking.
“Three, no, four, I think.” Truthfully, Grace couldn’t think. Not beyond how good his mouth felt on her skin, or how badly she wanted him inside her at this moment.
“I’ll replace this one,” he grumbled, and seconds later when they were in the bedroom, he set her down.
The sarong and bikini bottom went first. He yanked at both until she heard a tearing sound and all the material fell from her body. To be fair, the sarong was nothing more than a gauzy strip of fabric, and the bikini bottom was even less—two triangles and ties at her hips. She’d picked the sexiest one to wear tonight when she realized RJ would be seeing her in it. The ones remaining in her suitcase were pretty basic one-pieces, because this trip hadn’t been planned to catch a guy and get laid.
His hands were busy on her top now, yanking at the strings until it fell from her breasts to join its companions on the floor. He lifted her again, this time dropping her onto the bed where she did a little bounce before scooting to the center of the king-size mattress.
The bed was in the center of the room facing another wall of windows with the curtains already drawn. More beams adorned the ceiling but she didn’t look at them long. Not when RJ was pushing his board shorts down past his thighs to step out of them. He hadn’t bothered putting his tank top on as they’d walked from the hot tub, so she’d had an unfettered view of his muscled chest for the past hour. She hadn’t realized how much she missed seeing him up close and naked, not until he climbed onto the bed with her.
She pulled him to her so she could get her mouth on his again. This kiss was hotter, slower, wetter as feelings of familiarity engulfed her. Kissing RJ had always been like a journey for her. Whether it was a small kiss or a full-mouth exploration, her body and her soul had always delved deep into it, as if she were made only to kiss him. At first, she’d thought that was a weird thing to consider—one woman, one man, one kiss, forever. But that’s precisely how it felt. He knew just how to drag his tongue over hers until she moaned with longing. With her eyes closed, it always felt as if the moment their lips met, she stepped into another place, a smaller space where there was only room for the two of them.
He came down with her, covering her body with his as she lay against the mattress once more. Lacing his arms around her back, he held her close in an embrace not so much constricting as possessive, as if he had no plans to let her go. That worked well because she had no plans to go anywhere. The kiss went on for what seemed like forever and then, the second he pulled back, leaving both of them breathless, it didn’t seem like long enough.
For endless moments he just stared down at her and she stared up at him, their gazes locked, some silent communication hovering between them. She rubbed her palms against the back of his head, gliding over the smooth skin. Their chests remained melded together, both rising and falling quickly with the intense pattern of their breathing. His hands were in her still damp hair and she lifted a leg to wrap around his waist.
The groan rumbled deep in his chest as the action opened her wider, so that the length of his dick pressed against the warm folds of her pussy.
“You love teasing me, don’t you?” The question was a rough growl that sent waves of pleasure along her skin.
“I love feeling you against me,” she replied, and lifted her ass a little to thrust into his hardness.
He sucked air through his clenched teeth, closing his eyes as she continued to rub against him. The friction, the heat, his dick sliding along her already slick core, was tantalizing and she couldn’t stop. She enjoyed pushing him to edge, taking them both there until they could barely think, or breathe, before coming together. Pulling his face down to hers again, she licked his lips. Tucking her tongue against the corners of his mouth, dragging it along the outline of his lips, feeling the crisp edges of his mustache.
She could hear him breathing, a heavy rumble starting from the center of his chest and rolling up until it was released in a barely restrained huff. She continued to move her tongue along his lips, stopping at the bottom one only seconds before sucking it into her mouth. He leaned into the action, moving his hips now to maintain the rhythm of his dick against her pussy. She was so wet his thickness simply slid along the path, creating a sound that was driving her insane.
Holding his head in her hands, his lip in her mouth, it was all so familiar. Memories of so many nights like this flooded her like a tidal wave and she shuddered with their intensity.
Helpless. That’s how he’d said he felt when she was sucking on his lips, helplessly drawn to her in a way he could never explain with any other word. Well, tonight it was her turn to feel that way. She couldn’t stop this if she wanted to, if her career, hell, if her life depended on it.
When he groaned the next time, he moved to take her into another kiss, this one painfully slow and deep. She couldn’t hold him any tighter against her, couldn’t whisper his name in her mind any louder. His hands moving in her hair, fingers grazing her scalp, body moving with infinite slowness over hers. She was drowning.
He pulled away, breaking the kiss and her hold on him as he moved from the bed. She watched him walk, his taut ass, his muscled thighs and his gorgeous hard dick jutting out from his body. Her mouth watered and her pussy pulsated. He pulled a box of condoms out of a bag sitting on the floor, ripped it open and took out a packet. Her gaze was trained on his every movement as he tore that packet open and pulled out the latex.
“You still love to watch.” It was a statement spoken as he put the latex to the tip of his dick and rolled it slowly down his length.
