by K. C. Crowne
“That good, huh?” I asked.
“Uh yes. You weren’t being cocky earlier,” she said, her voice drifting out toward the end.
“I told you,” I chuckled.
“Mmm,” was all she said in return, and even that sounded more like a satisfied purr than anything else. Her breathing became even, and she drifted off to sleep in my arms.
Normally I passed out right away after sex too, but I fought it for a while. I watched her sleep, peacefully, admiring her beauty and wishing that things could be different. I wished I’d met her in Los Angeles, and during another time in my life. At that moment, I wasn’t ready for anything serious, and chances were good that we were long distance, so I didn’t want to get attached. It just wouldn’t be good for my own mental health.
But she was truly a dream come true. Any man who’d end up with her one day would be lucky as hell. Since my time with her was limited, I wanted to cherish every last second of it.
Soon, I drifted off as well, curled up against one of the most beautiful women I’d ever met, and dreaming of a future that seemed all but impossible.
When I woke up the next morning, the first thing I thought was that Hope had left. I was alone in the bed, and a pang of sadness washed over me. Normally, I’d have been relieved to avoid the awkwardness, but with Hope, it was different. I enjoyed spending time with her and being near her.
The toilet flushed, and immediately, I felt a wave of relief wash over me. She hadn’t snuck out in the middle of the night after all. When she stepped out of the bathroom, her hair was an unruly mess. She took bedhead to new heights; her tangled, curly waves sticking up in every direction. Her eyes were still heavy with sleep, and when she saw I was awake, I think she was disappointed that she wouldn’t be crawling back into bed to sleep for a few more hours.
She’d grabbed the silk robe from the bathroom, but she didn’t close it all the way. It left a tantalizing view of her ample cleavage, as well as her legs, and before I knew what was happening, blood rushed down to my cock and lifted up the sheet covering me.
She chuckled, softly. “Well looks like someone is awake,” she said, her gaze falling to my erection as she arched an eyebrow at it.
“Yeah, what can I say? Waking up to a sight like that?” I motioned toward her. “No straight man would be able to resist.”
“Oh hush,” she said, flopping down in the bed beside me. “I know all about morning wood. It probably has nothing to do with me.”
“Uh, no, I promise you, it does,” I said.
She kissed my lips softly before speaking again. “You’re sweet.”
“No one has ever called me sweet before,” I teased. “Brooding, arrogant, cynical, but never sweet.”
“Not even your ex?” she asked, propping her head up on her hand.
“Yeah, way to kill the boner,” I said, laughing to myself.
But even mentioning Whitney couldn’t take it down completely, not with Hope beside me and the memory of what we’d done the night before still fresh in my mind.
Hope flashed me a mischievous smile as she moved her hand down to my crotch and she cupped my cock over the sheet.
“Nah, he’s still awake. We’re all good.”
Her eyes sparkled as she giggled. But the giggling stopped, and she looked at me with a serious expression again.
“Sorry, it’s just that I know so little about you and your past,” she said. “And yet it feels like you know everything about mine.”
“I get it, but do you really want to hear about my ex? At this hour?” I looked over at the clock on the nightstand behind her. “At six in the morning?”
She shrugged, and let her head fall to the pillow. Her hand was still very close to my erection, and it was hard to focus on anything else.
“Probably not,” she said, giving my cock a nice squeeze before removing her hand. “I was just teasing, mostly. Though I am curious about your life, I know it’s not really any of my business.”
“Besides, I said, taking her hand into mine. “We have such limited time together, it would be a waste to spend it talking about Whitney.”
“Yes, you’re right,” she said.
She gave me a playful look, and then took me by surprise when she rolled over on top of me, pulling the blanket out of the way and leaving me naked underneath her. My cock pressed against her and the flames of desire roared to life within me.
“We should spend the time fucking instead, don’t you think?” she grinned.
I loved this more confident, playful Hope, and she was right, we should spend more time fucking. Lots more time. I reached for my wallet again, pulling out a condom. This time, before I could open it, she grabbed it out of my hand.
“Here, let me,” she said.
She didn’t open it right away, instead she moved down the length of my body. Her blue-green eyes were on fire as she stared up at me from between my legs. Her sweet, innocent face and the red hair that fell all around it; she was just so fucking hot.
Before putting the condom on me, however, she took the tip of my cock between those perfect lips of hers. I didn’t fit all the way into her mouth, just as I’d expected, but she took me in as far as she could, and the tightness and warmth brought forth a moan from my lips.
“Fuck yes,” I muttered under my breath.
Her hand made up the difference, gripping the base of my cock and moving in perfect rhythm with her mouth. Her tongue swirled around the tip of my cock every time she came up, and then she’d take me back between her lips and sink down as far as she could go all over again.
Damn, she’s good at this, I thought. Too good. I didn’t want to come so soon, so I reached for her, grabbing onto her shoulder.
“Get on top of me,” I said.
“I need to put this on first,” she said, a childish giggle escaping her.
She opened the condom wrapper, pulled it out, then tossed the empty package aside with a giggle. She slipped the rubber over the head of my cock, before guiding it down over the base. She stroked me a few more times for good measure, and my eyes rolled back into my head at how fucking amazing it felt.
Hope slipped out of her robe and climbed the length of my body. She sat upright, and I got a great view of her. Her tits were so firm and perky; just enough for a handful. And they belonged in my hands alright. I lifted myself upward, to a seated position, while keeping her in my lap. I needed access to those perfect tits with both my hands and mouth.
Hope rubbed herself against me, purring with delight as I sucked her nipple. Her eyes fluttered open and shut as she moaned.
“God, that feels so good.”
Without hesitation, she reached down between our legs, taking hold of my cock again, and pressed it against her opening. She sank down on it, taking me inside of her all at once. Her nails dug into my shoulders as she gasped, her legs shaking as I filled her up.
Despite that initial pinch of pain, she seemed to like being stretched open by me, and once she got used to it, had no problem taking all of me in, which was nice.
For the moment, I let her have control. She rolled her hips back and forth, grinding against me as if she was desperate for me to go deeper, even though I was as deep as I possibly could go.
“Yes, yes,” she said. “God, you feel so good inside of me.”
Her movements became more erratic and I sucked harder on her nipple, giving it a gentle bite. She cried out, her eyes opening wide and looking directly at me. Seeing the pleasure on her face, knowing I was doing that to her, was a feeling beyond compare.
Her pussy clenched around my cock, squeezing it over and over again. She was already so tight, but when she clenched, it made it hard not to lose control right then and there.
I grabbed hold of her hips and pulled her down hard on me. As I impaled her, she screamed loudly -- loud enough I was sure she woke our neighbors.
“Come for me, Hope,” I commanded, clenching my teeth to avoid losing control too soon. It was important that she
got off before me.
She nodded, her breath growing more ragged and her face twisting into one of extreme pleasure. Her mouth opened wide, and soft mewls came out of her that turned to cries and even more screams. She trembled as she rode me, and she didn’t have to say the words; I knew she was coming.
She whimpered, “Oh God, oh God,” as her orgasm seemed to go on forever. She was in heaven, and so was I. I didn’t have to come to enjoy myself, just seeing her writhe and twist in pleasure was enough for me. I could do it all day, every day and it would never get old.
Hope eventually relaxed into me, her head falling forward as her climax came to an end at last, for the moment. She was limp in my arms, a ragdoll that I could have my way with. I knew she’d let me do whatever I wanted to her, within reason of course, because she wanted it too.
She was exhausted though, it was clear from the weight of her limp body on top of mine. We hadn’t gotten much sleep the night before and I knew she wasn’t really a morning person to start with. I lifted her off me, sliding my cock out. I was still hard and very turned on, but my needs could wait.
Hope was also diabetic, which meant she needed to eat soon after waking up. I knew all about the dangers of low blood sugar, and the more active she was, the sooner she’d need to eat something.
So for her sake, I rolled her over beside me, wrapping my arms around her.
“Hmmm, what do you want now?” she asked, her voice coming out sleepy.
“I want you to rest while I get you some breakfast,” I said.
Her lazy eyes opened a bit wider, as if she didn’t expect me to say that. Hell, I didn’t expect me to say that. Normally, I didn’t go out of my way to take care of those I slept with. Only Whitney had gotten the breakfast in bed kind of treatment before. Hope was different though, and she was a better person than my ex, I knew that already. I might not know much about her, but I knew she was a good woman, and she deserved to be taken care of.
“You sure? You didn’t even get to --”
“I’m sure,” I said, kissing the tip of her nose. “We have plenty of time for more fun, but right now, you need to eat something.”
She knew it too, which is probably why she didn’t fight it.
She nodded, but added, “We really don’t have plenty of time you know. Not really.”
Her words stuck me like a knife in the gut. She was right. Our days were numbered. We had what, two-three more days together? I wasn’t even sure what day of the week it was, I’d lost track of everything while spending time with Hope. Exactly the way a vacation should be, but I didn’t want the end to sneak up on us. I wanted to be prepared for us going our separate ways, and to make sure I showed Hope the time of her life during our brief rendezvous.
“We’ll make the most of the time we do have,” I said softly, feeling the pangs of sadness creep up on me at the thought of saying goodbye to her
But I knew that the reality was simple -- right now, we were at our best. We were on vacation. It was easy to get caught up in the feelings and the new relationship energy and to not see each other exactly as we really were. I wasn’t the man Hope thought I was. Sure, I could be that man there, in Paris. That part was easy. But back home, it was different.
My career always came first, no matter what. I didn’t have time for a relationship, especially with someone who was traveling the world all the time and probably didn’t even live near me. I didn’t have the time or desire for a long-distance relationship, and she deserved better than that anyway.
I climbed from the bed, letting her sleep as I got dressed in a hurry. I’d grab her some croissants and coffee, then wake her up. I’d make sure all her needs were met, make sure she didn’t want for anything.
After all, she deserved it.
Hope
The next thing I remembered was hearing the hotel door room open, and Colin speaking to me softly. He’d lowered himself beside the bed and kissed me awake.
“Time to eat,” he said, stroking my face gently.
When I opened my eyes and stared at him, my heart raced, and I felt dizzy. It could have been from low-blood sugar, but it felt like more than that. What we had between us felt special, it felt real. He was so much kinder and gentler than I ever expected, and so doting too. He was a dream man, the type of man you see in romantic movies but don’t believe actually exist.
Of course, I knew that things were so fresh, that I might be blinded by the newness of it all.
Still, in that moment, I felt like I might be falling in love with him. Which was dangerous considering the circumstances.
I sat up in bed, my head spinning a bit. I must have looked unwell, because Colin stood and helped steady me, “Whoa, are you okay?”
“Just need some food,” I said. “It’s fine.”
He nodded and rushed over to the table where a bag from the cafe sat. He brought it over to me, along with an espresso.
“I can get up,” I said. “And go to the table.”
“No need to,” he said, climbing in bed beside me. “Just rest.”
I opened the bag and found several delicious options - regular, flaky croissants, a chocolate croissant, a couple muffins, and some pastries. I couldn’t go overboard. My sugar might be low, but I didn’t want to go to the opposite extreme either, which was easy to do considering the contents of the bag.
“You’re literally an angel,” I said.
“Literally?” he said, laughing.
“Yes, literally a life saver. You have no idea, Colin.”
“I think I might,” he said with a wink. “I am a doctor after all.”
“That’s right. Not sure how I keep forgetting that,.” I said, smiling as I pulled out one of the flaky, buttery croissants. So simple, nothing fancy about it, but I couldn’t go wrong with a croissant in Paris.
Sinking my teeth into it, I closed my eyes and savored the sweetness. Instantly, I felt better.
Colin sipped his espresso, not even reaching for a pastry himself. He watched me, grinning as I devoured the entire croissant like I hadn’t eaten in days. Crumbs fell from my mouth, all over my chest and lap and the bedding, which was a pet peeve of mine. I hated crumbs in bed. I start clearing it off, but Colin stopped me.
“Don’t worry. Housekeeping will change the sheets anyway,” he said. “One of those amazing benefits of staying in a hotel.”
He was right. A girl could get used to it. Spending her time with a gorgeous, doting man. Housekeeping and room service at her beck and call. This was the life. I didn’t always get to travel to such luxurious places and stay in nice hotels. Many times, I stayed in hostels to save money, since most of the time, I was fronting most of the travel costs myself.
“So what would you like to do today?” he asked me, gently wiping some crumbs from my lower lip. “What romantic attraction will we be visiting next?”
There were so many places to go, so many sights we could see, but all I wanted was to spend the entire day with him in his hotel room making love and eating delicious food. That wasn’t like me. I was an adventurer, the type of person who always needed to be seeing or doing something, but in that moment, all I wanted to be doing was Colin.
“Who knows?” I said, relaxing into the bed. “Maybe we should just take it easy today.”
Colin leaned back against the bed frame, putting his coffee on the bedside table. He shot me a sideways glance and we both smiled.
“You know what? That sounds perfect to me,” he said. “Let’s just relax today. Paris will still be here tomorrow.”
Yes, it would. Even though the clock was ticking, I was now more focused on spending time with Colin over touring Paris. I knew it might hurt my article, but we’d already done so much and I had plenty of material to write about already.
One day of rest wouldn’t kill us.
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The day flew by quickly, however. We spent most of it in bed. Not just having sex. We snuggled. We talked. We joked. We even watched a couple movies. Neit
her of us bothered to get dressed, sticking to the hotel robes or nothing at all. We ordered room service for both lunch and dinner, and when nighttime rolled around, I wondered if I should head back to my own room.
“Do you think we’re spending too much time together?” I asked him as we cozied back into bed after dinner.
He seemed to contemplate my question for a minute or two before answering.
“Not really. I mean, can we really spend too much time together when we have such limited time to begin with?”
“Oh, now you sound all philosophical,” I teased. I bit the inside of my cheek as I prepared for the next part. “But seriously, aren’t you worried that we might be getting too attached?”
Colin let out a deep breath and stared off into the distance. Again, he seemed to think over my words carefully. I stared at his face, noting the smile lines and the way his forehead furrowed when he was deep in thought.
When he met my gaze again, there was a look of concern etched on his face.
“Are you getting too attached, Hope?”
I didn’t want to tell him the truth, but I couldn’t bring myself to lie either.
“I don’t know. I’ve never done this before, so I’m not sure how I’m going to feel once we part ways.”
“Fair enough,” he said, stroking my cheek gently. “The last thing I want to do is hurt you, but I fear it might already be too late for that.”
I hated that he was right.
“It’s okay,” I said, pulling away from his touch. “I’m a big girl. I can handle whatever happens, I promise.”
“I know you can,” he said softly. “You’re strong, independent, and amazing. I know you’ll bounce back from anything just fine, but I still don’t want to be the cause of any pain or heartache, if I can help it.”
Tears welled up in my eyes. Hearing him talk like that reminded me that I was being silly. I knew, from the beginning that we weren’t supposed to be together, not really. Yet there I was getting attached. All I wanted was to hear that he felt the same way about me, but I didn’t dare ask. I was afraid of the answer. Either way, I wasn’t about to win; either he didn’t feel the same way and it would hurt me to realize that all of it meant nothing to him, or he’d admit that he did feel the same way, and since we couldn’t be together, it would always leave me with a feeling of “What if.”