Queasiness began in her stomach and she swallowed it down.
Just before turning to hurry from the room, she paused, her gaze landing on the gloriously naked man in the bed she’d just left. He was spread out, his left arm where she’d been lying, his right arm up over his head, and his long, leanly muscled legs were open, giving her a tantalizing view of his cock. Nestled in a bed of crisp black hairs, his beautiful, thick, veiny cock was standing at half-mast.
Lord, what he’d done with that…
Biting back another groan, she blinked hard and spun away from the sight that would fuel her filthiest dreams for the rest of her life.
The door to his suite closed silently behind her. Taking her phone from her purse, she was shocked to discover that it wasn’t even past 3AM yet. Good. That gave her time to walk-of-shame to her room on the next floor down, take a shower, and try to get some actual sleep before she drove back into New Jersey where her mother and younger sister were awaiting all the juicy bits about staying in such an expensive hotel overnight.
Sure, she’d tell them all about it—except for the part where she’d orgasmed five times with a near perfect stranger.
Back in her room, she undressed, hopped into the shower, scrubbing herself, wondering if she would ever get the feel of David Brenner from her skin. He’d been masterful, his hands touching, caressing, bringing her to greater heights that she’d ever thought possible, and that was even before he got her completely naked. He’d been ravenous, his mouth kissing, licking, and even nibbling her flesh. That spot right beneath her ear, her breasts—she could still remember the sensation of his hot mouth, his wide, wicked tongue, toying with her, sucking her aching nipple into his mouth, his tongue laving the tip and then making tighter and tighter circles, until she was sure she would come just then. But then…he’d kissed his way down her belly, and though she’d been self-conscious about the flab where her belly button was, he didn’t even seem to notice, his eyes devouring the tidy thatch of blonde hairs between her thighs. And that was where she’d wanted his greedy mouth the most. She’d wanted to know what it felt like to have someone caress her clit with their tongue, sucking, biting, flicking it until she fell apart.
And that was exactly what happened. She’d never in her life known such pleasure before, and even then, remembering it, her body responded. Her pussy clenching and throbbing for the invasion of his mouth.
Grunting, both in frustration and mounting lust, she finished her shower as quickly as she could, before sliding between the sheets—probably a million thread count Egyptian cotton sheets—and closed her eyes. But, behind her eyelids, the scene from earlier played out, ratcheting up the heat she’d hope to leach from her body.
Oh God, how could she not think about her first sexual experience with awe?
Once they’d arrived at David’s suite, she didn’t have time even register what the room looked like before he was kissing her, his tongue doing battle with hers as they both made short work of undressing. She’d been glad that the lights in the suite were off, it allowed her to hide her rather large blemishes—like her belly rolls and cellulite, but then he’d dashed her hopes when he’d tossed her naked ass on his large bed and switched on the bedside lamp.
Instead of the grimace of disgust she’d been expecting, his whole face took on the look of a ravenous man, his eyes darkening, his nostrils flaring, his jaw muscles jumping. And don’t even get her started on his naked gloriousness. If she thought he was a Greek god with his clothes on she couldn’t even think of a way to describe David’s naked body. Long, lean muscles beneath taut skin. His chest muscles bunched and twitched as he moved toward her, crawling on the mattress until was above her, the wiry black hairs on his chest and of his happy trail brushing against her flushed skin, eliciting shivers of decadent sensation. He’d kissed her then, hard, like he was gasping for her breath. Then, his hand went to work, touching her, cupping her breasts and sliding over the skin of her belly, petting her flesh until she was covered in goosebumps and shuddering in need. As he kissed and nipped and licked her neck, his other hand pinched and played with her nipples, dragging moans from her chest, moans he swallowed when he devoured her mouth again.
The hand on her belly slid further down, colliding with the patch of hair at her apex. As a virgin, she hadn’t thought much about personal grooming, other than trimming the hairs so they wouldn’t get stuck in her panties. Besides that, there was no fancy waxing or design work, like an arrow pointing to the throbbing nub begging for David’s attention.
“Greedy little thing, aren’t you,” he growled, and she arched into his hands.
“Yes. Please,” she panted, not knowing what she was asking for beyond more.
He slid his fingers into her slit and she gasped at the sensation—she’d never had a man’s hand there before. It was astounding.
“Mmmm,” he purred. “You are so wet. So ready for me.” He pulled his hand from her pussy and sucked his fingers. His eyes rolled into the back of his head. “Delicious, Peaches. How do you smell and taste of peaches everywhere?”
Struck by the question, she mumbled, “Shampoo and bath wash.”
He chuckled. “Buy more. I could never get enough of this.” He slid his hand back between her thighs, finally finding that hidden
