“Fuck, Celia, you are… fucking… perfect,” he manages, his breath coming in fits now. But just before he’s about to reach his peak, he pulls back, out of my mouth, and I cry out faintly in protest. He just chuckles, watching me, as he leans down to help me back to my feet. “Oh trust me, wife, we are nowhere near done yet.”
The heat surges back into me, especially when he grabs my body to pin me against the wall of the shower. He lifts one of my legs, then the other, holding me against the shower wall, the steam curling around us. I wrap both legs around his thighs, and cry out when he enters me fully, in one hard thrust.
He fucks me like that, up against the shower wall, until I scream his name with pleasure, the orgasm hitting me sooner than ever, what with how much he’s been turning me on all damn day. But he’s not finished. He carries me out of the shower, and I wind up bent over the sink, my voice echoing in the tiled bathroom as he fucks me from behind.
“Come for me, Celia,” he commands, and I can’t help but obey, screaming with pleasure as the orgasm hits me. This time I can’t form words, sentences. I’m too lost in the pleasure as he thrusts deep into me.
When he finally comes with a guttural growl that makes my belly clench in pleasure, my legs are trembling so hard I can barely keep upright, and my pussy feels sore and spent. But he takes care of me, gently toweling me off and wrapping me in one of the hotel’s soft robes, before he carries me to bed and tucks me under the covers. When he climbs in beside me, I curl into his side, and he wraps both arms around me.
I fall asleep with my head on his chest, lulled by the steady, comforting drumbeat of his heart.
9
I wake to the scent of coffee. Coffee, and something else, something delicious… Waffles?
I crack one eyelid to see Luke, still dressed in the hotel bathrobe with nothing underneath, setting up what appear to be trays of room service. I laugh under my breath, disbelieving, and move to sit up and join him. But he catches my eye and shakes his head.
“Lie back,” he commands, and I can’t help but obey. It doesn’t hurt that my limbs feel pleasantly sore, my pussy tight and used from last night. Everything throbs, but in a way that reminds me just how much pleasure we found in each other last night. How fantastic he made me feel.
I pull over some additional pillows and adjust myself so I’m sitting up against the headboard. Then Luke brings me over a tray, with a waffle on one side piled high with fruit, and on the other, a cup of coffee and an orange juice. He settles it across my lap before leaning in to kiss me softly. “I wanted to bring my wife breakfast in bed,” he tells me, still with the ever-present playful tone in his voice.
But there’s something in his eyes that tells me he’s getting more than just sexual pleasure out of this. He’s actually enjoying this, spoiling me. For whatever reason, I can’t quite fathom.
Still, I’m not about to complain. I pick up the coffee, smiling at him over the brim, and then hesitate, glancing at it with a slight frown. “Oh. Is there milk in this?” I’m judging by the coffee’s paler-than-black color.
But Luke just grins, anticipating my hesitation. “You don’t do lactose, right? I got you almond milk instead.”
I blink in surprise. Yes, I know Luke’s coffee order off by heart. But I’m the office assistant, and I normally wind up doing the coffee runs for everyone. I didn’t realize he remembered my order too. Or why I drink almond milk normally. I smile and nod. “Thank you.”
“Of course.” He winks. “Anything for my wife.” He picks up a tray of his own, and settles himself onto the foot of the bed, across from me.
“I didn’t know you’d remember my coffee order,” I add, after a moment of hesitation.
He laughs. “Why not? You’ve got mine memorized.”
“I know, but…” My cheeks flush. I shake my head, losing my nerve. “Never mind.”
When I look up again, I find him watching me more intently, that strange expression back in his eyes. “You know, Celia, I remember a lot of things about you.”
“Oh?” I arch one eyebrow, smiling. “Like what, for example?”
“Like that you have two younger siblings, who both live up in Seattle now. You grew up in the Bay Area before you moved down here. Your parents are retired and live in San Diego. Your mom used to work in the forest services, and your father was a chef.”