by Nina Strych
Mike shifted the attentions of his mouth to her neck, breathing her in near the sensitive skin below her ear and making her belly clench in desire. He bit at her neck, then licked the spot calm again. Into her ear, he whispered, “I want you so much. This, this is what I want. All of this.”
If he hadn’t been holding her so tightly, she would have fallen. It was too much and she wanted even more. This feeling was new. No one had ever made her legs weak, her mind entirely focused on the sensations of her body, her nerves so attuned to touch.
“The key,” she whispered, her voice hoarse with her need of him. The plastic card was still in her hand and she let the edge of it scrape down the back of his shirt.
Growling a little, he said, “I’m not letting you go for a second.” Then he shifted his grip and lifted her onto the front of him, his hands squeezing her butt so that she had no choice but to wrap her legs around him. She locked her feet together and squeezed so that she pressed against the rigid length of him with her sex. She thought the feeling of that alone might send her over the edge and the whole beach disappeared. There was no St. John, no hotel, no others walking along the beach. There was nothing except her and him and the urgent need to feel him inside her.
He took the steps as if she weighed no more than a feather, then turned so she could fumble the key into the lock. As soon as it clicked, she hit the lever with her foot and he banged the door open with his shoulder, carrying her inside and through the living area.
There was no question where they were headed.
He tossed them both onto the bed, her legs still locked around his waist. He let go of her enough that he could brace himself up and look at her. His eyes were dark, his lips parted, his entire expression radiating desire. Desire for her.
He groaned and then lowered himself to kiss her again, bracing himself up with his elbows, his hands in her hair as if he needed to possess even that. His kisses covered her face, her neck, that ridiculously sensitive spot beneath her ears.
Amy let her hands travel, feeling that cord of muscle that led from his sides to his hip bones, the way it flexed as he pressed himself against her, as eager for her as she was for him. His back, so broad and strong, begged to be touched so she fumbled under his shirt and ran her short nails across the flesh softly, tickling as much as touching.
He raised up and groaned, then looked down at her, brushing the hair that had fallen over her face away with tender touches. There was a question in his eyes and she answered it with a whispered, “Yes.”
Amy’s clothes came away in quick succession, her shoes kicked against the wall, her zipper coming down with a sound that reflected their urgency, then he slipped the dress over her and tossed it to the chair. He paused, looking at her with only her panties between them and moaned, pushing her back onto the bed and dropping his head to her stomach to kiss and bite his way up.
His tongue and lips on her breasts were almost more than she could bear and she pressed her hips upward, rubbing against his chest, her hands entwined in his hair. “I want you,” she urged him, wrapping her legs around him and then letting go, urging him to shed his clothes with the movement.
Mike stood at the edge of the bed, his legs between hers so that she lay there, legs spread. Unbuttoning only the top few buttons, he whipped off his shirt and flung it away. His pants dropped and he kicked those back as well.
Amy took him in, a work of art made flesh. The muscles on his chest, his shoulders, the abs that moved as he breathed. He was beautiful. His thumbs hooked into his briefs and his cock sprang free when he lowered the white cloth. Amy had always so studiously avoided looking too closely at that part of a man, but this time she was entranced. It was hard and ready and so perfect.
With the lamp on, there was no hiding from him or from herself. He could see her as well as she could see him. He gazed down at her, his eyes sliding from her face and down her body then back again. It felt like a touch.
Mike lowered himself back onto her, this time more gently and in control. Her panties were still between them, but the pause had given her mind time to kick in again, to fill her with doubts and things to worry about. He must have sensed it because he smoothed her forehead with his palm, then covered her eyes and kissed her under her jaw. He nipped at her earlobe and pressed himself to her, making her suck in a sharp breath.
Into her ear, he asked softly, “Do you want to stop?”
Amy couldn’t see with his hand over her eyes, but that seemed to make all the sensations in her body even stronger. This couldn’t be normal. How did people survive it if this is what sex was really like? She didn’t know if she would, but she knew it was a great way to go if not.
She shook her head and licked her lips, “I want to keep going.”
She felt his smile against the skin of her neck and he whispered, “Then don’t think, just feel.”
His hand slid away from her eyes and he kissed her again, but he didn’t stop there. He headed downward and kissed her breasts, pressing the bud of her nipples between his lips in a way that shot bolts of pleasure down her core and made her hips rise of their own accord. Her stomach and waist were waypoints on this travels, and then she felt his fingers slip under the waistband of her panties.
She froze. This was dangerous territory and the one thing that never failed to take her out of the moment. It was too open, too close. There was always too much to worry about in that secret place.
Mike felt her freeze—there was no way he could miss it—and he came back up into safer territory and looked at her, reading the relief there. “You don’t like that?” he asked.
She shook her head tightly, not wanting to shatter the mood any more than she already had.
“Really?” he asked. “Really, really?” He had a little rakish grin on his face, as if he already knew the answer.
“It’s too…I don’t know…weird,” she said, her face now flaming red from more than desire.
He nuzzled her cheek and said, “It’s beautiful. You’re beautiful. And I want to.”
She took a deep breath as if girding for battle. All that desire was still there, but it was now muddled by this new wrinkle. Mike kissed the corner of her mouth, his eyes still on her and said, “Let’s just go slow, my way.”
The way he said the words made her feel like there was a secret path she was about to tread upon, a treasure buried that she was about to find. He wanted to, she could see it, the way his tongue darted out to lick at her lips just once, one eyebrow raised as if in challenge.
She nodded and then pressed her hands onto the bed, hoping for greatness but nervous and knowing that her history suggested failure was the more likely outcome. Instead of what she thought would happen, Mike stood up at the edge of the bed, all of him exposed to her. He slipped his fingers into the sides of her panties and then wiggled them down her legs, holding them up after they were off and looking at the design.
“Dogs with umbrellas. Cute. I guess we’re all ready for a little damp weather.” He flung them back onto the chair and grinned at her rakishly.
Amy covered her face with her hands and squealed, “Oh my god.”
He gave a low laugh and bent to kiss her kneecaps, one kiss for each leg, then he straightened up again and ran his hands up her inner thighs. Amy saw his eyebrows come together and knew without even needing to think that it was desire doing that to him.
She felt his finger slide along the center of her, following the line of her lips until pressing in to reach her clit at the top. She pulled in a breath and so did he. She could see his pulse at his neck, pounding in time with her need.
Now past the outer parts of her, his finger slid along the wetness inside and his other hand squeezed her thigh. He lowered himself to his knees and Amy closed her eyes as his mouth kissed along the top curve of her thigh, then licked at the spot where her leg and sex met.
And then he was there. Warm and soft and wet all at once, his tongue wasn’t insistent and direct like most, the way his mo
uth touched her was gentle, but so full of sensation that she curled her toes to keep from kicking him. Whatever thoughts she might have had left her brain entirely and all she could think was, more.
With his fingers and mouth he explored her, like he wanted to know all of her at once. His finger touched some spot inside her and she jerked on the bed, her hips rising to meet him and her fingers twisting in the blankets. Again he rubbed that spot, his tongue tracing a path of unbelievable pleasure around her clit.
When the climax came, it built with each pulse of his tongue, each movement of his finger, each beat of her heart. But it came and so did she. The waves of it washed over her with such force that it felt like her entire body was contracting with it. As it kept passing through her, her feet braced against Mike’s waist and she pushed, moaning in a way that was definitely not fake.
When her thoughts finally returned, the first one was, Holy fuck. The second one was, I’m dying.
Mike had wisely stopped while she was coming down off her wave, but now he planted a kiss on her sex and climbed back up on the bed, flopping onto his side next to her. For Amy’s part, she was immobile, splayed out like a starfish in dire need of being returned to the sea.
She managed to roll her head a little toward him and say, “I’m dying. Like, for real, I think.”
He smiled and rubbed his hand across her stomach, “Nope. Not dying.”
His cock was pressed against her thigh like an iron pole waving about for some attention. She hadn’t yet even touched it and it begged for touching. Pulling her hand up from underneath Mike’s waist, she stroked the long and thick shaft with her fingers. The skin was so soft, yet it covered a muscle so hard it seemed inflexible.
He sucked in a hard breath and put his hand over hers to still the motion. “Not yet. Give yourself a minute. Let all the nerves settle so you can have more fun.”
The way he said it, the certainty in his voice, the pure sexiness of it, made her nether regions clench in anticipation. Ignoring his hand, she wrapped her fingers around him and stroked his full length, squeezing a little at the base and running her finger over the sensitive tip.
“Oh, I’m ready,” she said. And she was.
Twenty-One
If Mike hadn’t been sure Amy was the perfect woman before—which he had been—then there was certainly no question of it now. The way she shied away and then opened herself to him was like a revelation. She was beautiful, no doubt, but there was something so much deeper than beauty too. Passion, kindness, and a way of looking out at life that made everything seem new to him.
And now she was looking at him with desire in her eyes, her hand on his cock and a little smile on her lips. Her breasts moved as she stroked, inviting him back, so he leaned over and tasted the perfect sweetness of her skin. Her nipples hardened even further in his mouth and he had to fight the urge to sink himself into her right then.
Running a palm across her belly, he enjoyed feeling the little curves of her body, the dip where her belly button sank in and the smooth edge of her hip. He squeezed her there, tugging her closer to him. He knew he would explode soon if she kept up that touching.
When he moved to kiss her, wanting to taste her mouth, feel her tongue, she pulled away and said, “I want you inside me. I can’t wait much longer.”
The groan that escaped him was beyond his control. He looked for his pants, the condoms he always carried in the pocket, but she pointed toward the bedside table and said, “There.”
He rolled over, fumbled for the box and then tore the packet open like his life depended on it. He ached for her so badly at this point his life might actually depend on it. Rolling on the condom, he kept his gaze locked on her. When he was done, she lifted her head for a kiss, her other hand pulling him down to meet her, demanding and insistent.
Amy moaned when he broke the kiss just long enough that he could lift her further onto the bed, then he slid his body between her parted legs, the memory of her taste and the way she’d shuddered almost sending him over the edge.
She welcomed him like he belonged inside her. She was wet and so ready, yet also so snug that he pushed in slowly, not wanting to rush it and hurt her. There was no pain though and she pressed up to him, eager for more, for all of him inside her.
That was all the encouragement Mike needed. He thrust into her as deeply as he could and she wrapped her legs around him, pulling him in even further. He wasn’t going to be able to hold out for long, but he wanted to. He wanted to do this all day, all night, for the rest of their lives he wanted to feel like this with her.
Her face changed as the pleasure grew. He could feel her body clenching around him, squeezing his cock and making his entire being focus on the place where they joined together. She gasped, licked her lips and whispered, “Yes, that.”
He thrust again, then again and her eyes squeezed together as she came, the rippling walls of her sex telling him that it was good and very real. And it took him over the edge with her, the pleasure so intense from so much agonizing build up that he collapsed on top of Amy.
They both lay there, panting, his arms shaking as he tried to lever himself up on his hands. He didn’t want to squish her, he wanted to be with her forever. He smiled at her through the hard breaths and said, “Oh my god. I’m dying now.”
She slapped at his shoulder, her hand flopping back down on the bed afterward. She licked her lips and said, “Nope. You’re not.”
They both laughed and then he kissed her. He had a feeling they were both sated, but he wanted to kiss her anyway, that feeling of closeness different now, but still needing to be nurtured through their lips.
When he lifted his head, she grinned and asked, “Which one of us is getting up to get some water?”
Easing out of her was torture of the best kind. She shivered a little when he did and he held the condom as he rose and headed to the bathroom. “I guess it’s me. Relax.”
Peeking out of the bathroom door, he saw her hug herself and give an honest to goodness giggle. Mike smiled at that. He didn’t think he’d ever seen anything like that before, but then he’d never met anyone like Amy before. This was all new territory. As she rolled over and crawled her way up the bed to toss back the covers, the two dimples above her butt made his muscles clench. How had he missed those?
Looking down at his very tired and no longer hard penis, he realized any true attention would need to wait. At least for a little while. As if in response to his thoughts, his not-so-tired cock jerked to life and he laughed quietly. Maybe it wouldn’t be such a long wait after all.
Taking a couple of bottles of water sitting on the shelf over her kitchenette, he returned to the bed and looked at the pillow next to her. The question was there, May I? She swept the covers back on that side of the bed so the answer was a clear yes.
He cracked the top off her water and watched her throat as she drank. It was a sight to see and the stirring under the covers began almost immediately. She eyed that moving bit of sheet and then lowered the bottle, swallowing.
“Really?” she asked, but she was smiling.
He slid his bottle onto the table unopened and reached for her. “Really.”
Twenty-Two
The sunlight streaming in from the front windows woke Amy early. She’d liked the bright alarm clock up until today. Now, the glare made her pull the covers up over her head and snuggle down into the sheets.
And then Mike’s arm around her waist tightened and her eyes popped open.
Oh my god. He’s still here. We had sex.
Sex was such a tame word for what they’d done. Mind-blowing, earth-shaking, paradigm shifting. Those were better words for it. The slight soreness down below and that wrung-out feeling made it clear that it hadn’t been a dream. She smiled into the covers and had to suppress a squee of happiness.
And that was really the problem; happiness. She liked Mike…a lot. Too much. Her feelings were perilously close to going into territory she’d not tread since she was i
n high school.
There was something about him, something soft inside that toned exterior. He was funny, open, and forward in ways she wasn’t. It eased her nerves in situations that would otherwise cause her to clench up, moved to the side, and go away. And it wasn’t on purpose or a show. She would bet on that. It was just his way, his natural kindness.
And he was an escort, which changed everything.
She sighed and behind her, Mike asked, “Awake?”
Pushing all the thoughts of Mike’s profession from her mind, she nodded and said, “There’s no sleeping late here.”
He laughed, his voice low from sleep, and said, “I’m starving.” Then his arm tightened around her and he pressed her backside against his already hard cock, making her gasp with a sudden stab of desire. “And I’m starving,” he added, clearly meaning something other than food.
She grabbed his hand where it pressed against her stomach and laughed. “And I’m sore.”
He nipped at her ear, but playfully. “I’ll take that as a compliment. And also, I’ll be good.”
Amy felt very devilish all the sudden and pushed his hand down to her sleep warmed and very happy sex. “If you don’t believe me, feel for yourself.”
Mike was clearly trying to be good, as he put it, but when she pressed his finger through the barrier of her lips, he squeezed against her and buried his face in her hair. Heat was already rising up in her and she pushed out a hard breath when he slid his finger down the inner parts of her and felt the wetness making her slippery.
“I guess I’m not so sore after all,” she said, her breathing rate already increasing and her breasts tightening with desire.
He moaned against her neck and then kissed her shoulders, licking down to the center of her back. Disappearing under the sheets, he shifted his grip and turned her over onto her stomach, his hand reaching between her legs to cup her sex, pressing with his palm, but making it clear she was going to have to wait.