“No,” she rasped.
If ever there were a moment she would agree to it, it would be that one, but he let go and said, “I’m far too impatient to break you in right now.”
“I want to see your face when you come,” she said.
He wrapped his arms around her from behind and kissed her neck. “Then ride me,” he said into her ear.
She turned in his arms and pushed his chest. He sat back on the bed. She put her knees on both sides of his hips and held him with one hand as she sank down. “How’s that?” she asked coyly.
“You’re too far,” he groaned.
“I’m as close as I can get.”
“No, you aren’t.”
She bent forward and put her lips to his, creating a curtain around them with her hair. He angled up to kiss her. She circled her hips over him. Their mouths became hungrier, and he sat up to bury both his hands in her hair.
“Not a day’s gone by these past two weeks that I didn’t imagine your legs around me,” he said.
She lifted herself up to free her legs and wrap them around his back. With her arms circling his neck, she was as close as she could get.
“Dance for me,” he said.
“I already did. Now I’m fucking you.”
He released her head to clutch her hips and slow her rhythm. “Like this,” he muttered. “Dance for me, with me, around me. But do it slow. Savor what you devour.”
He slid his hands to the center of her back and pushed her breast into his mouth. He moved from one nipple to the other, sucking on her as she danced herself into a fiery orgasm that consumed everything in its path.
He flipped her onto her back and took what he needed as she tried to keep up with every overwhelming sensation. His muscular arms propped him up, the tendons in his neck strained, his eyes stayed on her bouncing tits until finally he slammed one, two, three times and came deep inside her.
Lola was slick everywhere. She couldn’t take her eyes off him as their bodies heaved. A sweat rivulet trickled down his temple onto her stomach. He held himself up with one hand and put the other just above her mound. He circled his thumb once over her pulsating clit. “I want to feel you clench around me again, nice and slow this time.”
Her back arched from the mattress. “Ah,” she breathed. She was sensitive, but he was gentle—until she was so hungry for her orgasm that she needed it a little harder. She raised her hips, and he increased his pressure, using only his thumb as the rest of his fingers splayed and pressed down on her lower stomach.
He slid in and out of her only a little. “Just to feel my cum inside you,” he said lustily. His heavy-lidded eyes didn’t leave her face. She tried to tell him it was the most erotic moment of her life, but her words came out as gasps. His arm began to shake from holding himself up, but he didn’t stop. Her orgasm seemed to return rather than start again. It roiled through her, slower, deeper, with her hanging onto his cock in a way that made him moan along with her.
His arm gave out, and he collapsed over her. He nuzzled into her neck, kissed her hairline. “Salty,” he murmured. “I can’t wait to find out how you taste everywhere else.”
Lola was ravaged. She welcomed his weight on her already sinking body. She descended limb by limb into the mattress while her mind floated into darkness. Her entire body jerked as she gasped and opened her eyes. “Oh my God,” she said. “Did I fall asleep?”
He lifted his head and chuckled. “Just for a second.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Sorry?”
“I assumed it…wasn’t allowed. Sleeping. I thought you wouldn’t want to.”
He kissed her forehead, her temple. “I don’t,” he said into her ear.
Her stomach growled.
His body shook on top of her in a silent laugh. “Hungry?”
“Any chance there’s actual food on that cart?”
“I can order up something.”
“It has to be two in the morning by now.”
“For what I’m paying a night, they’ll bring us food at any time.”
“Mind if I shower while we wait?” she asked.
“I mind.”
She wrinkled her nose. “But I’m—”
“Exactly how I want you,” he finished. He pulled out from between her legs and fell back on the bed. She turned onto her side. He wrapped one arm around her shoulders and kept her close as he reached for the phone and pulled it to his ear.
“I’d like to order breakfast,” he said and paused. “I don’t care what time it starts. Send up whatever you have. Omelets, bacon, croissants, orange juice.”
“French toast,” Lola whispered.
He pulled the phone away. “What?”
“French toast,” she said, looking back at him.
“And two orders of French toast.” A beat passed before he said, “Well, perhaps tomorrow night I should find a hotel that can.” He winked at her as he listened. “Ah, I’m so glad you’ll make it work.”
“Coffee,” she added.
“Most importantly, I’ll need some coffee too. Yes, that’s fine.” He hung up and hugged her from behind with both arms. “So she likes French toast.”
“As a rule, anything breakfast food.”
“Well. I’m glad we get to eat breakfast together.” He looked down at her. “But apparently you aren’t. You’re frowning.”
“Sorry,” she said quietly.
He rubbed his stubbled chin against her neck, and she smiled. “Good thing you tickle easily.”
“I do not,” she said, but when he went to do it again, she wriggled in his arms and cried, “Okay, okay, I do.”
“So, why the frown?” he asked.
She sighed. “Eating breakfast together almost seems…”