Late Night Kisses

Kissing my forehead, he pulled out a condom and took his time rolling it over his cock.

I waited for him to move so I could lay on the seat again, but he had other plans. He pulled me into his lap and lifted me slightly, positioning my dripping wet slit right over the tip of his cock.

Never breaking gaze with me, he lowered me onto him inch by inch—not letting my hips go until he was completely inside of me, until he was certain I’d adjusted to his length.

“Ride me,” he said, moving his hands to cup my ass.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and moved up and down his cock, crying out at how damn good he felt inside of me.

“Oh, god…” I rode him with reckless abandon, never wanting to stop. I moved faster, getting closer and closer to another orgasm, but he suddenly gripped my hips and pulled me off him.

Flipping me over so I wasn’t facing him, he slapped my ass. “Put your hands on the window,” he said.

I pressed my hands against the fogged glass, and within seconds, he slid into me from behind. Without warning, he threaded his fingers through my hair and pulled me back, fucking me like I’d never been fucked before.

“Ohhh fuck…” I couldn’t control my moans anymore. “Fuck…”

“Christina…” His deep voice was in my ear as he pounded into me. “You feel so fucking good…”

I shut my eyes as he fucked me harder, as he continued whispering my name against my neck.

“Oh my goddddd…” I cried out as he alternated between slapping my ass and filling me deep. “I’m going to…Going to…”

I couldn’t get another word out. All I could do was scream in absolute pleasure.

My legs shook all over again, and a far more intense orgasm than the one I’d had minutes ago coursed its way through my body. Nathan tightened his grip on me as he reached his own release seconds later.

When we both came down from our highs, he pulled out of me and pushed me onto the seat. We sat still for several minutes, sweating and utterly speechless.

“Hey.” He pushed wet strands of hair out of my face. “What are you thinking about?”

“I’m wondering if this is a one-time thing.”

“The sex?”

“The dates.”

“Hmmm.” He tilted my chin up with his fingertips. “You do owe me fourteen dates after this, but I’d prefer not to limit the number, especially if you can agree not to stand me up again.”

“I won’t,” I said. “As for the sex …”

“What about it?”

“Any chance we could go into this resort and see if we can get a room for round two?”

“No.” He smiled. “But only because I already made the reservation.”

“STAY THE NIGHT” CHEESE CAKE

16 ounces softened cream cheese

2/3 cup sugar

1 cup sour cream

5 large eggs

1 tablespoon vanilla extract

½ cup heavy cream

NATHAN

“Fuck, Christina …” I threaded my fingers through her hair as she took my cock into her mouth.

Taking it all the way down her throat, again and again, she twirled her tongue against me in a way that made me beg her not to stop.

She kept her eyes on mine as she pleasured me, and I groaned each time her mouth left me for more than a second.

As she picked up the tempo and sucked me harder, the muscles in my legs tensed.

“Wait …” I breathed. “I think you need to move …”

“Why?” She moved her head back, still teasing the tip of my cock with her tongue. “Are you about to come?”

“Yes.” I expected her to move away and sit up, but she took me into her mouth again, bobbing her head up and down until I came in her mouth.

Then she swallowed. Every last drop.

Okay, I’m never letting you out of this room …

Completely stunned by her performance, I lay back against the pillows and briefly shut my eyes.

Today was the fifth day in a row we’d spent locked away in a luxury resort. It was also the first time I’d willingly used my “sick days” in my entire decade-long career, and the first time she allowed her staff to run the bakery without her for more than a few days in a row.

Although our sexual escapades felt incessant since the moment we checked into the room, we’d managed to spend hours talking on the balcony, ordered gourmet room service for every meal, and shared time in our suite’s private hot tub.

I didn’t want to admit it, but I felt as if I’d known her for years, not days. I also didn’t want our time together to end, since every second seemed perfect. There was never an awkward silence, never a moment of discussion that didn’t end in laughter or her mouth attaching to mine.

“Do you have plans for this Christmas?” she asked, resting her head against my chest.