Some Like it Hotter

His hands landed on her shoulders. He moved his hips gently, letting her control the depth, emitting a breathy groan when her hand found his testicles and added new sensations.

She liked this guy. He was hot and fun and sweet. If she could maintain her feelings at that same level, this could be her best three-week fling ever.

As if he had heard her thoughts, he opened his eyes and caught her peeking at him. “I like the things we do together, Eva.”

“Me, too.”

“I hope it’s okay.”

She quirked an eyebrow. “Do I seem to be suffering?”

“No, but...” He reached down and drew her to her feet. “We’d agreed on only one night.”

“We did. But...”

“But...” He slid his fingers into her hair, drew her face up for a kiss. “One night wasn’t enough.”

“No.”

He bent down; she responded instinctively with a small jump into his arms, and he carried her into the guest room and laid her down gently on the queen-size bed.

“Eva, I think I was wrong.” He put his hands on his hips, looking down at her with concern.

“About?”

“About not wanting to see you as much as possible the entire time you’re here.”

“Ah.” She smiled warmly, letting loose an internal shriek of victory. “It’s a big man who can admit he’s wrong.”

“Yeah, you know...” He glanced down. “I’m feeling really quite big right now.”

“I noticed that.” She beckoned him up flush against the mattress, leaning forward to take him back into her mouth.

“Wait.” He climbed onto the bed and turned so he could taste her at the same time.

Ooh, good idea. His mouth was skilled, his tongue very talented exploring her. He knew just where to put the pressure and how to vary the rhythm and speed of stimulation.

As her arousal increased, Eva took his cock in deeper, swirling her tongue, moaning at the pleasure he was giving her.

Did she mention she really liked this guy?

He moved away from her greedy mouth and turned to lie over her, kissed her hungrily, nudging her legs apart.

“Ames...”

“Mmm.”

“Condom.”

His face registered shock. “Right. Sorry. I was a little...carried away. Got out of the habit.”

“You didn’t use them with your last girlfriend?”

“Uh...no. She was on the Pill. And I really don’t want to talk about her with you lying there, naked and wet and—”

“Mmph.” She clapped her hand over her mouth, then spread her fingers. “Yes, sorry. Bad sexual manners.”

“I’ll get one.” He kissed her, slid out of bed and left the room.

Eva lay waiting, stretching her arms up toward the ceiling, feeling as though she’d won the lottery. Best of all, she wasn’t feeling wobbly anymore. She was still crazy about Ames, but with the evening’s trauma receding, her feelings were familiar again, fizzy and fun. She and Ames were supremely hot for each other and that was a good thing, a healthy thing, and would make the next three weeks really, really fun.

He was back in seconds with a fistful of condoms.

“Well.” Eva started giggling. “I guess we’re going to be busy tonight.”

“You have other plans?”

“I thought I was supposed to get more sleep by staying here.”

“You were.” He sat on the edge of the bed and drew his hand down her body. “But that was before I saw you with your hair down, wearing nothing but a towel. And then not even that.”

“That tipped it, huh.”

“Yes, but I wanted you before that, Eva.” He rolled on a condom, then bent over her, kissed her forehead, her nose, her mouth, her throat and down to take her breast into his warm mouth.

Breath whooshed out of Eva’s lungs. “Oh, that is...really good.”

“Mmm.” His tongue circled her nipple; his teeth bit gently, causing a pain-pleasure response she felt all the way down between her legs. “I agree.”

Eva was one lucky woman. She wouldn’t be here right now, experiencing these exquisite sensations in her body and in her awareness of his, if she hadn’t showered at the same time Ames did. If she hadn’t called him earlier tonight. If Drunk Creepy Guy hadn’t bothered her...