by Kelly Alexis
I didn't let up until his dick softened and I felt his body relax. I sat up, the cum dripping off onto the sheet. I licked it off my lips and savored the taste of his juices.
He wrapped his fingers around my forearms, and he pulled me over him. This time, I didn't resist but lay on top of him.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to come in your mouth." He pulled the sheet up and gently wiped my face.
I could feel the rumble of his voice in my ear that was against his chest. I lifted my head to meet his gaze. "Don't ever apologize for anything you say or do if it's from the heart," I told him.
He chuckled. "That's my line. And it wasn't from my heart."
"Sort of. It just took the long route." I crawled up his chest and snuggled my face against his neck.
"Oh, no, you don't," he protested. "I owe you one."
I lifted my head and looked down at him in surprise. "I can't believe you have anything left."
He took my hand and guided it down to his cock, which had recovered quickly.
"I must not have done a very good job." I couldn't hide my disappointment.
"Darlin', you did an excellent job. But just feeling your nipples rubbing against me turns me on." He lifted me over him until one of my breasts fell into his mouth. He nibbled on its pink tip, biting a little harder than before.
A streak of pure pleasure shot through me. The sound of his lips sucking hungrily was incredibly exciting. I lifted my legs and resettled with them on the outside of his, which spread my pussy wide open. I could feel the tip of his cock, and I positioned myself over it, then slid down until he was inside me.
His hands moved to my waist as I sat up. I levered myself up and down, enjoying the friction of his full shaft against the hypersensitive walls of my vagina. He took over, lifting me and allowing me to focus on the tumultuous storm building inside my womb. The time I had spent sucking his cock was all the foreplay I needed. My clit felt swollen and tender, like all my nerve endings were exposed and ripe. Every movement, every thrust felt so good. He fit inside me as perfectly as if we had been carved out of the same slab of stone. Through my lowered lashes, I looked down at his handsome face. He was watching me, focusing on giving me pleasure, which only increased my excitement. No man had ever cared if I was enjoying our lovemaking. Sure, it was Frisco's job. But fuck, he was really good at it.
He quickened the pace, lifting me and easing me down, over and over, the intensity building inside me until it shattered, flowing through me like a tidal wave. The room whirled around, and I squeezed my eyes shut as my muscles tightened, holding on to the sensations. I was barely aware of him giving one last thrust and shooting his sperm inside me.
Weakly, I wilted on top of him. His skin was wet with sweat and smelled like sex. I lifted my head and stared into his half-closed eyes. "I think you've finally worn me out."
He pulled me down for a tender kiss.
I snuggled next to him and rested my head on his shoulder. "Are you going to be here when I wake up?"
Frisco reached down and pulled the sheet over us. "I'm not going anywhere."
I smiled with pure contentment. I didn't know where things would go from here, but this was definitely a great start to my vacation.
Chapter 6
"Good morning, beautiful."
The voice in my ear was husky and as smooth as honey. My back was spooned against Frisco. One arm was wrapped around my waist, and he pulled me closer so that I was very aware of the hard bulge of his dick against my ass.
I stretched, pleased that every movement I made rubbed flesh against flesh. I could feel the thump of his heartbeat quicken. His breath was warm on my neck as he trailed kisses along the sensitive skin below my jawline. His hands moved up to cup my breasts, and I felt the tip of his cock probing between my legs.
After last night's frantic coupling, I wanted to make love the plain, old-fashioned way, so I rolled in his arms until we were facing each other. He picked up on my cue and kissed me long and deep as he moved over me. His cock seemed to know the way and slipped inside me without hesitation. Still a little fuzzy from sleep, our lovemaking felt like it was in slow motion. The smell of his body, the roughness of his overnight stubble against my cheek, the taste of his lips lingering from his kiss, the sound of his ragged breath in my ear were sexually intoxicating. Our bodies moved in a steady rhythm that gradually increased. The orgasm sneaked up on me, changing from pleasurable stimulation to an explosion so powerful, it brought tears to my eyes.
"Oh, God," Frisco whispered as he plunged in as deep as my body allowed and pumped me full of his creamy cum. He rolled on his side and pulled me with him. When he noticed the tears on my cheeks, his eyes filled with concern. "Are you okay? Did I hurt you?"
"No, nothing like that," I rushed to assure him. I wiped away the tears, feeling a little embarrassed at being so emotional. "It was just so wonderful." That wasn't even close to describing how his lovemaking made me feel.
His face relaxed into that now familiar smile. "It was pretty special for me, too." His piercing blue eyes studied me. "I don't usually sleep over with my clients."
I was surprised to hear that. I assumed his women got him for the whole night. Knowing that he had stayed because he wanted to made the night even more perfect. I wanted to ask him more about his past relationships, but I wasn't sure I wanted to be reminded that this was his profession. I would rather pretend, even if it was only for a couple of days, that he was my lover. Just mine. I knew that was a dangerous fantasy because it was impossible. But I could live the dream for as long as it lasted.
"We didn't really sleep much," I pointed out with a satisfied smile.
"We were busy." His eyes twinkled. "I think I hit my personal best, number wise."
"I'm glad I could help you reach new heights," I teased.
"In more ways than one." He tenderly brushed the hair away from my face. "And it was all because you're so sexy."
I rolled my eyes. "You must think I'm pretty pathetic. I jumped on you like a horny teenager."
"You acted like you enjoyed the evening, that's all." He dropped a kiss on the tip of my nose. "I know I did."
I knew he was getting paid to say that, but it still made me feel special.
There was a soft knock at the door to my suite. I looked at Frisco with alarm.
"Do you think it's the cleaning people?"
"No, it's probably our breakfast."
"But I didn't—"
"I did." Frisco sat up and walked across the room.
I completely lost my train of thought as I openly ogled his amazing body. Muscular but not overblown, he had broad shoulders that tapered to a slim waist and the best butt I'd ever seen.
He glanced over his shoulder as he picked up my robe and put it on. "See anything you like?" His lips curved into a grin.
"One or two things," I answered, matching his banter.
I heard him unchain the door and open it. A few seconds later, he came back into my line of sight, pushing a loaded room-service cart. "Want to eat in bed or at the table?" he asked.
"The table. I think there are enough crumbs in bed from the crackers last night." I hopped out of bed, picked up his shirt and pulled it on. I buttoned the middle four buttons and rolled up the sleeves on my way to the bathroom for a quick pit stop before joining him in the dining area. Frisco already had the plates sitting on the table when I arrived. He held out one of the chairs, then pushed it in after I sat down.
"You look better in my shirt than I do," he commented, his eyes immediately focusing on the cleavage the deep V revealed.
"We'll agree to disagree," I answered.
He had transferred the blue cloth off the cart to the table, and the plates were still covered by silver domes. "Today we have pancakes"—he snapped the shiny lid off the pancake plate—"which comes with a traditional topping of butter and syrup or whipped cream." He uncovered a small bowl filled with butter and placed a pitcher of syrup on the table. "And I arranged for a sel
ection of fresh strawberries." He removed another lid off a bowl filled with red, ripe strawberries.
"What's in the little pot there?" I nodded to the only thing left on the cart.
"Strong coffee, of course." He lifted the pot and poured us each a full cup. "Sugar and cream?"
"Two sugars," I said, and he dropped two raw sugar cubes into my cup before sitting on the chair across from me.
"When did you arrange this?" I stirred my coffee, watching the sugar cubes melt.
He finished his first taste of coffee before answering. "Last night at the restaurant. Why?"
I slapped his shoulder and protested, "You did not. You had no idea you'd be here this morning."
He laughed. "No, I didn't. Actually, I called this morning while you were still asleep. Did I do okay?"
"Well, a side of bacon would have really topped it off." I tried to look disappointed but ruined it by smiling.
"Note to self. Samantha Ingalls likes bacon for breakfast." He finished prepping his pancakes and cut a piece with his fork and raised it to his lips.
I slapped his shoulder again. "I was kidding. This is perfect."
"So scratch the bacon, then?"
"No! I love bacon." I finished slathering butter on my pancakes and poured syrup on them. The first bite of pancake practically melted in my mouth. "This is delicious. I had no idea I was so hungry."
"It's nice to see a woman with a good appetite."
"It's all your fault. I've eaten hardly anything for the past month."
"That's not healthy." He took another bite and chewed thoughtfully. "Did he break your heart?"
I didn't hesitate. "Not really. Ours wasn't a very passionate marriage, but I kind of thought that's how it was supposed to be."
"So, you were more upset about the change?"
"That, and the fact that there's no such thing as a marriage that lasts forever," I admitted. "I always thought that if I worked a little harder, I could fix it." I shrugged. "But he'd already moved on."
"Asshole," Frisco muttered. Then louder, he asked, "Are you going to be okay when you go back?"
I nodded. "I'm going to be fine. You have no idea how much this is helping me get my confidence back."
"You have a place to live?"
"I got a LoDo loft in the divorce, but it's over five thousand square feet, which is way too big for just one person. I'm thinking of selling it and finding something smaller. There are a lot of new condos being built downtown."
"You'll get your happily ever after," he assured me.
My fork paused in midair as I considered that. "You know, I'm not going to settle for anything less. I want to find a man who will treat me like you do."
I expected him to snap back with a witty answer. Instead, he frowned. "You deserve it."
I finished my pancakes and dipped a strawberry in the whipped cream. I reached out until it was in front of Frisco. He smiled and took a bite, leaving a spot of whipped cream on his upper lip. I wanted more than anything to lick it off, but I stayed in my chair. This was as close to a serious conversation as we had had so far. "Do you ever get tired of your job? I mean, do you ever want to settle down and have a family?"
He thought about it for a second before answering, "I've been focused on doing my job well. That doesn't leave a lot of room for anyone else."
That made sense. What kind of woman would want to share him with all the other women in his life? My heart twisted. As much as I thought he was the perfect man, I knew I couldn't bear to think of him with another woman.
I wasn't his first, and I wouldn't be his last. That reality made me sad, so I pushed it out of my mind. For this moment in time, it didn't matter. Nothing mattered. Just me and Frisco. No yesterdays, no tomorrows, just this weekend. He still had whipped cream on his lip, and I couldn't resist any longer. I stood and walked around the table. He looked up, and I leaned down and licked his lip.
"Miss me?" he asked.
"Just cleaning you up."
His dark eyebrows arched, and his eyes sparkled. "I have a better idea."
Chapter 7
Water sloshed over the side of the big tub as Frisco climbed in and sat down at the opposite end.
"Ever hear of Archimedes' principle?" he teased as he flipped the drain to let some of the water out.
I laughed. "I'm not used to sharing the tub."
"If you'd rather be alone…" He acted like he was going to stand, but I pulled him back down, causing another wave onto the marble floor.
"I'd rather be with you," I told him.
He relaxed back into the tub. We waited until the water dropped to a safe level. He flipped the drain lever and turned on the jets.
I reached for the bubble bath and poured some near the jets, and bubbles immediately boiled up and surrounded us.
He swatted them away when they rose as high as his face. "Good God, woman, are you trying to completely emasculate me?"
"I'll never tell," I promised and crossed my heart through the bubbles.
Frisco grabbed my thighs and pulled me closer to him. He moved forward so that I was sitting on his lap. He picked up the bar of lavender body soap and rubbed it between his hands until they were sudsy. I tingled in anticipation as he started on my shoulders and bathed me like a child. He washed my arms and my neck, then made slow, slick circles around my breasts.
"I must be really dirty," I murmured as he brushed over my nipples.
"Oh, yeah." He slid his soapy hands down my rib cage and cupped my ass, lifting me just enough so he could nibble my nipples. He bent his knees to hold me in position while his fingers moved between my legs. His thumb rubbed my clit while his middle finger slid inside my vagina.
My head lolled back as his mouth suckled my wet nipples and his fingers continued their delightful assault.
"I can't quite reach all the dirty spots," he said, pulling away from my breast. "I need something longer, bigger, harder."
I reached down and wrapped my hand around his swollen cock. "I think I found just the right thing."
He moved his hands back to my ass, and he lifted me again, this time positioning my pussy on top of his penis. Our skin was slick, and he slid in easily as he lowered me over his lap.
"Ahhh, that's better." He moaned and buried himself deep inside me.
"I think you hit the spot." I ground around slowly and watched his expression turn from teasing to passionate.
With my hands on his shoulders, I rose and fell, impaled on his magnificent pole. Even though we had let some water out, the increased motion created enough wave action to send splashes over the side. Neither of us really noticed or cared enough to stop as the sweet friction of our bodies moving together built to a tumultuous crest.
I melted against him, and together, we leaned back against the tub until the aftershocks of our climaxes slowed to a stop. I rolled in the protected curve of his arms until I was sitting on his lap in a spooning position. I relaxed against him, resting my head on his shoulder. He leaned his head against mine and tightened his arms around me. I had never felt so safe and comfortable.
Neither of us moved for several minutes. The heater kept the water warm, and the jets pelted our tired muscles.
"What were your plans for today?" he asked.
I loved the way his voice vibrated through me with our bodies pressed together so closely. "I was too overwhelmed when I spoke with Nicole yesterday, so I didn't make any plans. What about you?"
He kissed my ear. "I'm fine right here."
So was I. All those craft classes and one-on-ones with accountants and lawyers would just go unattended. I was getting all the therapy I needed in this wonderful man's arms.
Finally, I realized my fingers and toes were wrinkling, and I reluctantly left the warmth of the strong, masculine body behind me. He didn't stop me, but turned off the jets and flipped the drain. He pulled a towel off the rack and spread it on the floor before we stepped out. There were plenty of oversized fluffy red towels, so I wrapped one a
round my hair and used another to dry off my body.
I watched in the mirror as Frisco towel-dried his hair, then roughly wiped his body. Even though I had explored almost every square inch of that body, I couldn't stop staring at it. He was breathtakingly handsome and oh so hot. Even in a relaxed state, his cock was impressive, hanging several inches past his balls. But he was so much more than a stud with a remarkable package. He was a genuinely nice guy.
Even though I knew he was getting paid to be charming and friendly, I sensed it wasn't completely an act. He didn't have to be so kind and lovable. He could have complimented me, screwed me, and kissed me good-bye. But he hadn't. He acted like he truly wanted to stay with me.
"Need help?" Frisco asked.
I realized he'd already finished and had his towel wrapped around his waist, and I was standing, like a statue, still dripping wet. "You distracted me," I admitted, boldly letting my gaze sweep his body.
He flashed a sexy grin. "It's all yours."
For two more days went unspoken, but it was clearly on both of our minds.
"Why don't we look at the activities book and see if there's anything you'd like to do?" he suggested, then quickly added, "Not that I don't want to drag you back to bed." He stepped closer and took my face in his hands. "I'd like to take you out, like on a real date."
I was ridiculously pleased at the offer. He didn't want to keep our relationship hidden away but was willing to take it public…sort of. I hesitated for a moment, considering if people would know that I was, indirectly, paying this guy for companionship, and then it occurred to me that I didn't give a rat's ass. It was the first time in my life I had chosen not to take the safe, predictable route. And I was having fun.
"That would be wonderful," I told him. I wrapped my towel around my torso and took the one off my hair so it could air dry. Frisco retrieved the book out of the living room, and we lay across the bed on our stomachs, thumbing through the pages.