Manaconda(38)

I wanted to give her more.

I turned her head, latching my mouth to hers as I drove her into the couch. I didn’t have to worry about hurting her here. I could temper my strokes, though it became harder and harder to do the more she yelled for me.

“Harder,” she shouted.

Startled, I pounded into her until my spine screamed for mercy. My knees dented the couch as I angled up. She squeezed around me, her breaths coming fast.

My body didn’t cooperate this time.

I had to come.

It had been too long, too much teasing, too much Kenny. I’d held off as long as I could.

I reached around her, strumming my fingers in circles over her tight clit. “Let go,” I growled into her ear.

She clawed at my hand, digging into my wrist. I didn’t stop.

She shuddered, her walls milking me in time with her racing heart that slammed through her back to my chest.

I finally came with her cries echoing in my ears, settling into my brain.

She was still shaking when I pulled out and tied off the condom. I scooped her up into my arms, dropping the condom in the trash on my way across the suite.

“Hunter.” She gripped my shoulder. “Put me down.”

“I hit four. The least I can do is carry you to bed.”

She dropped her head onto my shoulder with a groaning laugh. “Obsessed.”

I laughed. Shudders and a moan were her only response when I rolled her under the duvet, curling myself around the back of her. I buried my face in her orange blossom scented hair.

I didn’t want to miss a moment of the night, but the endless day caught up to me and dragged me under like the tide. Sleep was a wall I couldn’t avoid.

We woke in the night. Laughter and a mini-fridge raid ended in creative uses for a Hershey bar. Who knew you could use the corner of a square to draw on skin?

I drank wine off her skin and teased her into a laugh filled orgasm number five, and a sixth was shouted into the tiles of the shower.

The fingers of dawn left me restless. Kenny was sleeping against my side, her cheek pressed to my chest, her auburn hair tumbled across my belly. I’d been dreading the morning.

I knew she was going to slip away, hoping to make the morning after as quick and painless as ripping off a bandaid.

Maybe if I stayed awake long enough, I could find a way to convince her that one night wasn’t nearly enough. Or maybe if I woke her up, and reminded her what time away from this room could be like she’d forget about goodbyes.

I slipped out from under her. She curled her fingers into the sheets, her hand smoothing over the bed. Was she reaching for me?

I unzipped my suitcase and pulled out a pair of work out shorts, muscle shirt, a ball cap, and sunglass. The easiest disguises were usually the ones that worked the best.

I quickly dressed, retrieved her underwear that I hijacked, and one of my black dress shirts. I sat next to her, and coasted my hand down her back. Smooth and perfect, her skin was pale and lightly freckled in all the best places.

A few on the bridge of her nose, a scatter along the nape of her neck, and a trio at her left hip. I’d spent forever connecting her freckles with a chocolate square with my tongue as a chaser.

I tugged the sheet lower. Her delectable ass was made for biting, but I resisted. Instead, I brought my hand down with a light tap.

She rolled onto her side.

I laughed. I was learning that Kenny liked her sleep.

I leaned down, following my first instinct and bit her cheek. She moaned and pushed my face away.

“Broken. Sleeping,” she mumbled into her pillow. “I don’t care about seven anymore. Tired.”

I laughed harder. “Wakey, wakey.”

“Fuck off.”

My eyebrows shot up. Yeah, definitely liked her sleep. I rolled her over, but couldn’t quite ignore her petal pink nipple. Just as shade darker than her skin, the same color as her lips, and her perfect pussy.

I swirled my tongue around the tip until it tightened. “It’s morning,” I said against her skin.

She moaned, and slid her fingers up my neck, frowning when she got to the band of my hat. She peered around me. “5:47?” She met my gaze. “Really?”

“I want some time with you before the world wakes up.”

She put my hand on her boob. “Time away—right here.”

I shook my head. “Outside.”

“Nooo. Here.” Her nipple burned into my palm and I couldn’t help but cup it just the way she liked. I expected the need for gentle—hell, I wanted to give her gentle, but she ignited under a rougher touch.

I lowered to her breast again, sucking the tip until her skin went rosy and hot before I released it with a pop.

Her eyes closed with a blissful moan. “See. Much better than out there. Warmer. More naked.” She slipped her hand into my shorts and curled around me unerringly. Already half-hard, it didn’t take much more than a stroke.