Pipe Dreams(26)

Holding his gaze, she reached behind herself for the clasp of her bra.  When it released, she dropped it onto the counter. Then she stared right  at him in the mirror as she lifted two hands to cup her own breasts.  Her thumbs circled her rosy nipples, and Mike heard himself grunt with  longing. "Killing me," he rasped.

"Like you don't deserve it?" Her smile was at once sweet and wicked.

"What else do I deserve?"

Her eyes widened slightly, and pink stained her cheeks. They used to  torture each other regularly, but tonight they were both out of  practice.

"Show me," he begged.

She tweaked her own nipples, and then her lips parted softly and she let  out a little mewl. He wanted to lurch out of the tub, cross the room  and force his tongue into her mouth. But he stayed put in the tub, even  as his hand slid onto his dick. Patience was a virtue, and all that.

Lauren tipped her chin up toward the ceiling. Then she slid her hands  down her soft skin until they reached the tiny strings holding her thong  aloft. With a flick, she sent that scrap of clothing to the floor.

"Come here," he growled as a tiny triangle of sandy-colored hair  appeared between her legs. "Please," he added, softening his tone, if  not his cock. He was so hard it hurt.

Lauren raised her eyes to give him a hot look. Then-praise Jesus-she  moved to the opposite end of the big tub and slipped a leg over the  side, sinking into the water opposite him. Dainty feet nudged his aside,  scouting for a place to rest. She slipped an elastic band off her wrist  and wrapped her hair into a knot at the top of her head and then leaned  back, exposing her neck as she made herself comfortable. Water droplets  clung to the valley between her breasts, and he wanted to lick them  off.

Soon, he promised himself. Don't rush.

Right. Tell that to his dick.

"Here, sweetheart." He passed her a wineglass. "I meant this to be relaxing."

She took the champagne and had a sip. "Are you relaxed?"

"Fuck no," he growled, and she smiled. Mike lifted a hand to the panel  on the wall and pushed the button that started up the jets. There was a  rumble, and then the water began to course faster over his body. A warm  current circled his groin, adding to the torture.

He took her ankle in his hand and squeezed. "You're my happy thought, Lo. Thank you for being with me right now."

She sipped her wine in silence, but the way she studied him wasn't  quiet. He felt her gaze like a physical touch as it roamed his shoulders  and dropped to his pecs. When she looked up again, he was waiting, and  their eyes locked. Giving him a guilty little smile, she drained her  glass and set it on the ledge beside them.

"Come here, sweetheart." He set down his own glass. "I need to kiss you."

Her eyes dipped, and he could almost taste her hesitation. But slowly  she sat up until her perfect nipples emerged from the churning water. He  quietly died five times over as she leaned forward, toward his end of  the tub.

Reaching for her slippery body, he tugged her onto his chest with a  splash. They were nose to nose, her expression registering shock. Maybe  she was surprised that they were finally naked together, or maybe she  was only wondering whether that was his cock or a tire iron jabbing her  in the belly. But he leaned in and kissed the question away-whatever it  was.

The first taste of her was like coming home. Their lips slipped sweetly  together with the assistance of both steam and familiarity. A bolt of  lust shot down his spine as he licked into her mouth. He slanted his  head and tasted her as slowly as he could manage. He wanted to do this  right.

The first time they'd ever touched was fast and frantic. He hadn't known  how fragile their happiness was. Wiser now, he kissed her slowly and  deeply. He would savor her. She deserved it.

They both did.

Lauren whimpered softly into his mouth. He let his hands trail slowly  down her back. When he had both hands on her perfect little ass, it  became difficult not to rush things. Pressing her slick body against his  cock stirred something primal inside him. Mine, his next kiss said.

He paused to take a calming breath. "See?"

"See what?"

He brushed a thumb across her lips. "This feels right. We feel right.  Whether it's two years that passed or twenty-two, if I hold you in my  arms it will always feel exactly right." Under the water, he gave her  bottom a slow caress, and felt her shiver in response. Then he captured  her mouth in another eager kiss.                       
       
           



       

She didn't argue. In fact, she wrapped sleek arms around his neck and  sucked on his tongue. They rocked against one another, and she rose up  to tease him, grazing her clit over his cockhead. Jesus fuck. They'd  left all the awkwardness behind with their empty wineglasses. Things  were escalating fast.

Yet they had all night.

Mike turned her in his lap, so that she was lying on her side. But he  could still reach her mouth. Their kisses were bottomless, and the warm  water caressed their naked skin everywhere.

It gave him ideas.

He clasped one of her silky knees in his hand and lifted. When he angled  her body toward the jet, she gasped into their kiss. He didn't touch  her himself. He let the water tease and tease, while he took long pulls  of her mouth.

"Mike," she sobbed.

"I know," he whispered in her ear. "You need me and you're going to get me."

"We need a c-condom," she gasped.

"Okay," he agreed. They used to go bare but maybe she wasn't on the pill  anymore. "Hang on." He pivoted, depositing her into the tub and freeing  himself to step out of the water. He yanked a towel off the rack so  that he wouldn't flood the place in his haste, but he barely slapped it  around himself before striding into the living room.

The mini bar area on a cabinet shelf was quickly identified and  ransacked. He found what he was looking for and tore the package open.

God bless luxury hotels.

He rolled the condom on then tossed his towel on the floor. Five seconds  later he was pulling Lauren out of the tub, tossing another towel on  the counter ledge in the bathroom and seating her on it.

This was the fussiest bathroom he'd ever seen. There were tufted stools  for sitting at the counter, so he kicked one over in front of Lauren and  sat on it. She was looking down at him, flushed everywhere from hot  water and desire, her chest heaving.

He pushed her knees apart, leaned forward and ran his tongue up the center of her.

"Oh, Mike," she gasped, clenching his hair in her fists. He dropped kiss  after wet kiss on her pussy as her speech became unintelligible. The  only word he heard clearly was "please." The sound of it made his balls  draw up with longing.

He lifted his chin and kissed her belly. Then he pressed his face  between her breasts and took a steadying breath. He'd waited two years  for this moment. It was hard to believe it had finally arrived. When he  rose to his full height, their gazes locked. Kicking the stool away, he  leaned his forehead against her smoother one as he took himself in hand.

Then, finally, he pushed himself inside.

She gasped as her body welcomed him home. Her arms pulled him close, her  face tucked into the hollow of his neck. He rocked into her.

Go slow, he reminded himself. Go slow. Go slow. He repeated it like a  mantra. The problem was that he knew the pitfalls of going slow. Life  didn't wait. Death didn't either. If Lauren gave him another chance, he  was going to grab it with both hands and wrestle it into submission.

And while Mike fought a losing battle with his patience, Lauren seemed  to be fighting her own. Each of her breaths sounded shorter and more  urgent. In the many mirrors he caught the motion of their coupling. The  sight of her splayed knees, and her hands grasping his pumping ass-it  was almost too much.

He broke their kiss on a gasp, and took a deep breath. Don't rush, he coached himself. Make it last.

Lauren looked up into his eyes, her face flushed, her pupils blown. "What's the matter?" she whispered.

"Nothing." I love you so hard, it hurts. "Just thinking I want to lay you out on that big bed."

"So what's stopping you?" She wrapped her arms around his neck.

Well then.

He picked her up and staggered through the giant bathroom and into the  bedroom. It was harder than it looked in porn. He set her down  awkwardly, an inappropriate bark of laughter issuing from his chest.

"Careful. Don't injure yourself during play-offs season," she said, smiling against his bare chest.

"I'm out of practice," he said, nudging her back onto the bed. "Let's see if I can remember how this is done."

With her big, soft eyes holding his, she scooted backward onto the bed and lay down.

He knelt between her legs. "Is this right?"

"Almost," she said softly.

He braced himself on either side of her body and sank down for a kiss.  "And this?" He kissed her again before letting her answer, deeply this  time. Her body went slack beneath him, and she made a happy noise. Soft  hands reached for his hips.