I gasp and moan with abandon, with no way to control myself or the way my body reacts to these sensations. I’m hot all over and panting for breath as he ramps up the pace, his tongue flicking faster, faster – and then one of his fingers doing the same as he pulls back for a moment, a new sensation entirely – and then another unexpected phenomenon as his tongue returns to circle around my post sensitive point, and his finger teases my entrance, slipping inside me and making me moan even louder.
It’s more than I could have imagined. Edward begins a slow rhythm, tormenting me as the pressure builds and builds, eliciting such magic from my nerves that I never thought was possible, making me shut my eyes and grip the sheets harder, unable to focus on anything else but the way he makes me feel. The whole world disappears and recedes further and further away until even the rest of my body no long exists, just the narrow world between my legs, Edward’s tongue and his fingers, working me up into a frenzy.
Inside me a wave is building, a wave that pushes me higher and higher, my hips bucking and pushing all on their own without my input, rising higher and higher until it feels like I can't go any further – until there is nowhere else to go – until everything crashes over me, wild and inescapable, and all I can do is let go and let myself be drenched by the wave, powering through me and sending the deepest ecstasy into every cell of my body, into my fingertips and toes, every hair on my head, the whole world in technicolor and more vibrant than before.
I come down to find my hips twitching, some invisible power between my legs pulsing rhythmically, and Edward sitting up with a satisfied smile that I can't help but return in the golden glow of my own pleasure.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Edward
I look at Casey writhing in pleasure, her face contorted with it, a flush in her cheeks as her legs twitch and wobble in front of me, and I know I’ve never seen anything as beautiful as this.
I wait for her to catch her breath and recover, and offer her my hand to help her sit up. “Good?” I ask.
“Good,” Casey confirms, with a tone that implies it was much more than that.
“Hungry?” I grin at her.
She nods emphatically, and I grab the covers, tucking them over her again so she won’t feel too exposed while we eat. The room service came on a tray, so I bring it over and sit on the bed next to her, leaning up against the pile of pillows as I settle the tray across both of our laps. This way, we can eat at the same time, together, as close as possible.
It tastes good, possibly because we have both worked up an appetite, but not a single bite of it tastes as good as Casey. I’m already looking forward to tomorrow, to the chance to experience more, to taste her again. She tastes like the best ambrosia, nectar of the gods, because she is mine. The scent of her stays in my nose, the perfume of her skin, and I know it’s mine and only mine to know.
Tomorrow will be special, just as I promised. Which means that, as soon as we’re done eating, I have some calls to make.
“I’m going to step out,” I tell her, collecting the tray with its empty plates and glasses. “I need to organize some things for tomorrow. After that, I’ll come back to you. Is that alright?”
“Yes,” Casey says, a little breathlessly, clutching the covers against her bare chest. I think of her nakedness under all of that and I can’t help but feel a stir of arousal, my dick hard again and still without release. But I shake my head to clear it, tamping down my own desire. This is about Casey. This is all about her needs – mine can wait.
I set the tray down outside our door in the hall, for one of the staff members to pick up on their rounds, and head down the hall towards the exit. Just as I remembered, there’s a smoking area outside the restaurant downstairs, a seating area in the open, deserted at the moment with all of the other guests either in the bar or in their rooms.
I take my cell phone out of my pocket and call my assistant.
“James,” I say, by way of greeting. “I need you to cancel all of my plans for tomorrow.”
James sounds as if I’ve just asked him to dye my pet dog pink. “All of them, sir?”
“Yes, all of them,” I say, smiling at his confusion. I don’t blame him. He doesn’t know what’s happening here – what I’ve found. He doesn’t know about Casey. “I won’t be reachable for the entire day. No emails, texts, phone calls – nothing. Please make a note of that and rearrange everything for next week.”
“Next week?” I can hear the stress levels rising in James’ voice.
“Don’t worry about it, everything will keep,” I tell him. “If they won’t wait, I don’t want to work with them anyway. Make sure that you don’t reschedule anything to this week, because I may have to cancel everything else until Saturday. In fact, it’s a good idea to start rescheduling everything that isn’t urgent right away. Even if I do come back into the office, I may be distracted.”
“Got it,” James says, though he doesn’t sound particularly convinced. “What should I tell them?”
I laugh. “Nothing. Just that I want to reschedule. No, that I have to reschedule. They don’t
