He pushed himself up to kneel between her legs. “Condom,” he said, leaning over to grab his wallet from his jacket. “Keep yourself wet for me, babe.”
Sarah reached down and ran her fingers over her clit, dipping them into her pussy and getting herself ready to receive his long hard cock. It felt naughty to be masturbating for him while he sorted out the protection. He watched her with desirous eyes, then he crawled back over her and kissed her hard, easing his straining erection inside her. He’d always been a bit too big, but she was wet for him, and she knew this slight discomfort would be worth the pleasure ahead.
Dylan kissed her on the lips and grabbed her hips roughly, holding her in place and rubbing her clit against his pelvis as he thrust her deeply into pleasure. It’d been too long since she’d been with a man, but this wasn’t just any guy. This was someone who knew her body intimately – who knew exactly how to get her there. He knew, for example, that she loved him to tenderly tweak her nipples as he thrust; to bite her neck and writhe their naked chests together until he consumed her entire world. And as he did each of those things, Sarah felt the orgasm begin to surge at the brink of consciousness.
Through half-closed lust-filled eyes, she saw Dylan raise his head and smile deeply into her soul – fairly lost himself now. His hair was a mess, giving him a wild and manly air, and this visual delight – coupled with his harder and faster thrusting – threw her over the edge. The orgasm caught deep inside, beginning as a tight ball of delight in her pelvis and rushing over her body like wildfire. Her mind flooded with euphoria and her soul rocketed, as he continued to grind deeply at the perfect angle to send her to the place where only pleasure existed. She let out a guttural cry of delight and floated on the waves of ecstasy, letting go and freefalling into Dylan, feeling totally safe with him; disappearing into bliss. Then slowly, as his thrusts slowed and the intense joy faded, she breathed and relished the contentment that tingled through her muscles.
She opened her eyes and saw Dylan’s handsome face grinning at her with pride. She giggled, engulfed by the dreamy post-orgasmic glow.
“Thank you,” she whispered, reaching out to rub his cheek. “I’d forgotten how wonderful that feels.”
Dylan opened his mouth to reply. At this point in their love-making, he’d always told her he loved her. But today he couldn’t. So instead he said, “You’re as beautiful as ever, Sarah.”
She smiled, happy with that. This reunion couldn’t go anywhere – they were too different, and besides, Dylan was only in London temporarily to take care of Grafton Techs. But for now she could pretend. So she kissed him on the lips and snuggled into his strong arms, wondering how long it might be before he’d be ready for another ‘one last time’.
Chapter Four
The sun shone tranquilly through the gap in the velvet drapes, caressing Sarah into a warm wakefulness. As her mind drifted back to the room, she realised that her body felt light, and… what was that unfamiliar sensation? She chuckled. Oh yeah, it was happiness. She was happy for the first time in… years probably. She smiled as she woke up fully and remembered that her soft pillow right now was Dylan’s downy chest. Her naked body felt secure wrapped in his strong arms, and the birds outside were singing sweetly. She could tell it was going to be another scorcher in London… or in wherever she currently was.
She sighed snoozily as she listened to Dylan’s breathing, enjoying the sensation of her head gently rising and falling on his toned pecs. It was tempting to wake him up and make love again, but she knew that would be awkward. It was time to say goodbye for real now. She had a hotel to run.
Sarah eased herself out from his loving arms and dressed quietly, trying not to wake him. He looked so peaceful, sleeping on the leather couch in a sunbeam. A pang of gloomy regret stabbed her. Why was she leaving him again? But she had no choice. They’d missed their chance to be together; it was too late. They’d both changed too much. Sarah smiled sadly, as she pulled on her suit jacket and gazed down at her first love. He was gorgeous and her heart was screaming at her not to walk out. The sex had been the best she’d had in years. The best since she’d last been with Dylan in fact. But Sarah knew adult life consisted of much more than sex with hot men. She needed to be sensible; to think with her head, not her heart. And what about all this involvement with Russian gangsters? Maybe life was boring without Dylan in it, but at least she was safe in her little bubble. No heartache. She was queen of her court at the hotel. She wasn’t accountable to anyone, and that was perfect.