He brings his lips gently to mine. Softly. He kisses me, and his arms wrap around my waist. “I’m not letting you go this time,” he says again and kisses me harder. His lips are like satin; his mouth, rich dark honey. I let him in. I can’t help it. I’m breathless under his spell.
He lifts his lips from mine long enough to help me with the key card, and we kiss our way into the hotel room.
Once inside the room, we step slowly, keeping our lips locked and our arms wrapped around one another. This time, it isn’t a frenzy of desire—it’s a slow, deep fire, burning like the core of the earth. Cherishing each other. A feeling of peace weighs in the marrow of my bones.
“You’re so beautiful, Aspen,” he whispers into my mouth. The backs of my legs touch the bed, and I lie back on it. He follows me. And all we’re doing is kissing. Holding. Our slippery tongues dance together, comfortable and confident.
“Ryker,” his name escapes my mouth on waves of moans.
“I’m here,” he reassures.
I run my fingers through his thick, brown hair, and the intensity of my grip fuels my kiss, and he responds by pressing his lips harder onto mine. He moans as his hips grind into mine, his hard erection pressed into my thigh. My thong is already damp from my aching pussy.
He stands up and pulls off his shirt, and I gaze at his beefy, chiseled chest. I suck in a tiny breath of air and lean up as I pull my legs under me, kneeling on the bed. I bring my head to his chest and place tiny kisses along the top of it, and then I drag my tongue along the lines of his pecs and down the center of his hard, spartan abs, until I’m down on all fours.
I dot more kisses and more licks along his tight torso, making my way down to his waistband, and then I bring my height back up to match his, while I unbutton and unzip his shorts. He grabs my face, and he looks into my eyes. “I was wrong. I’m sorry, Aspen. I’m so crazy about you.”
I move closer and wrap my arms around him, and kiss his lips, giving him my answer. My acceptance of his apology. I push his shorts and boxers down, and they fall to the floor. He stands next to the bed, naked, and his cock juts out, magnificent and proud, begging to connect with me. I crawl to the edge of the bed and sit on the end, with his thick shaft just inches away, staring me right in the face.
I grab his beautiful cock in one hand, and with my other hand, I gently cup his balls, as big as hard-boiled eggs, swollen with desire.
“Oh, Aspen,” he says, from deep inside his chest.
I bring my lips to his cock and slowly take him inside my mouth. He moans even louder. I start stroking him confidently with my hand, while gently fondling his balls and worshipping the head with my lips and tongue—licking it, sucking it, sliding it in and out, and making his entire cock slippery wet with my mouth. Then, I lift up his cock and lower my mouth to his balls and inhale, while softly licking them. He smells so good, so manly. Musky.
I kiss my way up the base of his cock, licking from the bottom to the top. His hands grip my hair, and as I bring my tongue around the crown of his glorious erection, he tightens his grip and pulls my hair toward him, forcing the fullness of his engorged penis so deep into my mouth that I’m afraid I’ll gag. But instead, I calm myself, relax my throat, and gently pull him deeper.
“Aspen,” he moans, desperation lacing the word. “Your mouth is heaven. You’re going to make me come.” He pulls on my hair again, but this time, it’s pulling my head away from his cock, and he slowly falls out of my mouth. He steps back and reaches out his hand, and he pulls me off the bed.
He grabs the hem of my red sundress and pulls it up my torso. I raise my arms over my head, and he lifts it up and over me and drops it on the floor. I bring my arms down, and he steps his body up to mine and kisses me hard. He’s trying to restrain himself, trying to take things slow, but both our patience is wearing.
He places his hands on my waist and gives me a sexy squeeze, as if to reassure himself that I’m really here, and then he slides my thong down to the floor. I step out of it.
“Lie back on the bed so I can worship your gorgeous pussy.” A shiver races through my body, and I gush with wetness. I climb onto the bed and scoot back until my head finds the pillow. I spread my legs, and he says, “Put your hands behind your head.” My pussy engorges with throbbing need as I do as he commands.
He positions himself between my legs and puts his arms under them, reaching his hands around and delicately spreading my pussy lips. “Ahhh!” That simplest touch sends my heart beating erratically. But then he stops and doesn’t do anything. I’m waiting, ready to scream, ready to explode, and he inhales, trying to capture my erotic scent. He finally exhales his hot breath on my exposed, swollen clit.
“Ryker,” I beg. “Please make me come.”
Anticipating his soft, hot tongue any second, he responds, “Oh baby, you can count on that.”
He bends his head down and places his lips over my clit, and he plants a kiss. A sexy, delicate, sweet kiss, and warmth soars through me. His tenderness will be my undoing, and I breathe his name, “Ryker.”
He doesn’t make me wait any longer. His tongue finds my dripping wet slit, and
