“Chance.” She’s on her knees still. Fuck, I’m a dick. I’m sure she’s hurting.
“Sorry about that. I got ahead of myself.” I pull her up, my hands wrapping around her body. I need her in my arms, enveloped by my body.
“Hop on, sweetheart,” I tell her.
“No need for an apology. That was fun.” I press her back against the shower wall, desperately wanting to sink deep inside her. There’s no way I’m doing that just yet. Instead, I kiss her, deeply, so thoroughly it has Peyton arching against me. Her wet pussy slides along my cock. This time will be for her though, not me.
I let go of her legs, making sure she’s standing before my lips leave hers, moving my way down her body, stopping along the way to lick, nip, and suck on her skin. I make sure not to leave her breasts out of the equation. My woman could probably come from me sucking on them alone.
“Chance,” Peyton moans once I’m on my knees, my eyes feasting on her bare pussy.
“I’ve felt this, never got to see this, but I’m here to tell you, Peyton, it’s going to be hard for me not to have you morning, noon, and night.” The tip of my tongue gets the smallest taste of her essence. A moan rumbles from deep inside my soul.
My eyes watch her when I hook her leg over my shoulder, opening up the petals of her pussy as I do so.
“I’m not sure you can live between my legs, but if that’s an option, I think we should at least try it out,” she smarts back. My thumb glides from her clit before sliding inside her. When Peyton rocks her hips up, that’s when I take the reins again. My mouth engulfs her center after I move my thumb out of the way, carrying it to that entrance, not quite entering it, but applying pressure back there while I use my tongue to thrust inside her. Her muscles clamp down on my tongue as she rides my face. It brings up another fantasy I’ve had of Peyton. Her riding my face, me gripping her ass as she grinds down on top of me, my finger penetrating her ass, getting her prepared to take my cock in that forbidden entrance.
“I’m coming,” Peyton purrs, as if I didn’t know that already. I may have only wrung out a couple of orgasms from her, but I’ve figured out just what her body does when she’s about to come.
“Come for me,” I demand against her cunt, the water still beating down around us. Thank God for hotel rooms and hot water.
“Chance.” I push my finger into her back entrance, slightly. Nipping at her clit. And that’s when Peyton is tipped over the edge.
“Fuck, you taste indescribable,” I tell her, slowly licking her to bring her down.
“Yeah, it’s kind of how I felt when I tasted you.” Peyton slumps down in my lap, her lips searching mine. She doesn’t give two shits that she’s tasting herself on them.
Her soft purrs against my lips settle deep in my soul. I don’t ever want to let her leave my arms. When we pull away from our kiss, we clean up and make our way into the bedroom. Tonight, my only goal is to feed my woman, curl my body around her, and sleep. Maybe that will finally come now that things with Peyton are going better than I ever expected.
Eight
Peyton
“You weren’t kidding when you said it was a small place.” I look at Fox’s place. The lot is a decent size, but there’s virtually no house, it’s basically a six hundred square foot studio.
“Yeah, but he’s sitting on a gold mine, and he got it for a steal. I’m kind of jealous that I didn’t get the lead on this place. A vacation home to come down here and get away. It’d be the perfect place. Rent it out when we’re not down here.” Last night, we talked, and I mean we really talked. Chance opened up about what happened that day. How Fox was really affected by being injured, how his career in the Navy Seals was over. He knew it the minute he woke up in Germany. The way his leg was immobilized, the scar running from his thigh down to his knee. Not only did he break his leg, he also had to have his knee replaced, at the age of thirty-seven.
I could see the ache in Chance’s face for his brother, though looking at this place and how peaceful it is on the beach, he must be doing decent for himself after his shortened career and retiring from the Seals. Sure, the house needs help, but the piece of property it’s sitting on must have cost a lot.
“It couldn’t have been that much of a steal. It’s oceanfront property.” Fox, still isn’t here. So, I’m walking around with Chance while he shoots out measurements and I jot them down on the iPad.