"I half-expected you to go with the bikini."
"Why?"
"Because it was what I wanted."
"I'm really not that big of a doormat, Byron," I said, knowing there had certainly been many times in my life where that could have been said about me. I had always excused it as family obligation, as looking out for someone who obviously wasn't capable of looking out for themselves. But in my relationships especially, I had always taken more of a lead role, often being the one to end things when I felt they were going south, cutting ties when it was time, saving all the useless arguments, the resentment, the anger. I certainly never just... wore what boyfriends told me to wear.
"I didn't say you were a doormat," he said, shaking his head. "That wasn't even my line of thinking."
"Then why would I buy the suit you wanted?"
"To save us an argument. Look how far that's gotten us," he smiled. He motioned me forward and stood suddenly, twisting, grabbing me at my hips, and tossing me on the bed. I landed with a quiet oomph followed by a laugh as I moved to push myself up onto my knees. "Know one perk to a one-piece bathing suit?" he asked and I felt my belly flip at the devil I saw in his eye.
"What's that?"
He moved to the edge of the bed and reached out, rubbing my shoulders slightly. Then his fingers snagged the straps and in one swift motion, I was completely bare to him. His hands reached out, massaging my breasts, working the peaks into painful nubs. "Easy access," he said unnecessarily. "I don't have time for the belt right now, babe. But we'll get to that over the weekend. Right now, why don't you be a good girl and ride me?" he suggested, dropping my breasts and moving to sit down on the bed, unfastening his pants and dragging his cock out. I moved off the side of the bed to get out of the swimsuit, stumbling twice as I watched him stroke his already hard cock, making it stand even more erect.
My sex clenched as he held an arm out to me when I moved toward the bed. I moved to straddle him, his hand settling on my hip as I lifted up and he held his cock for me so I could slowly slide down onto it. He stretched me to the point of fullness, settling in deep and I leaned down and pressed my forehead to his on a sigh.
"So wet for me," he growled, voice low and sex-rough.
"Always," I whispered back, opening my eyes just in time to see something cross his face. I couldn't quite place it, but it was something deeper than I usually saw there. And, well, Byron was deep as the freaking ocean at any given time so that was really saying something.
But before I could decipher it, his hand went to my ass cheek, squeezing slightly. "Ride me, Prue," he reminded me gently.
Then, look gone, I had no choice but to follow instructions. I rode him slow and steady at first then wilder and erratic as I felt my orgasm build. "Lift up," he told me and I shifted my hips up slightly as he started thrusting upward into me, fast, unrelenting, not giving me even a couple of seconds to try to catch my breath between moans. "Come for me, babe," he growled, his voice barely audible and I knew he was close. I slammed my hips down as he thrust upward and I collapsed down on him on a choked cry as the pulsations built and spread outward until my entire body felt enveloped in the sensation.
I came down slowly, feeling him fill me with his release, realizing that it had never been like that before with anyone else. No other boyfriend, no matter how much I thought I loved them, how much of a connection we had, how good the sex was, I never felt like I got torn apart and put back together when they were inside me. I never felt quite so fully and completely present as I did with Byron.
He patted my thigh and I knew him well enough to know it was gentle encouragement for me to climb off. I grumbled, nuzzling into his neck deeper. "You have time," I objected, not sure how long we had been having sex, but pretty sure two hours hadn't passed since we'd checked-in.
"Unfortunately, I need some of that for travel," he said and did genuinely make it sound like he was as disappointed as I was.
"Oh, okay," I said, lifting off slowly then moving to the bathroom.
By the time I came back, Byron was dressed, looking completely put-together like he'd spent the whole day at his desk, not on a plane then having sex in a hotel room. My bathing suit was hanging from his fingers. "Put it on. Go down to the beach. Get a tan. Take a swim. Enjoy yourself a little, okay? I'll be back around seven." I took the suit, nodding, when I suddenly felt my chin snagged between his thumb and forefinger. "You gonna kiss me goodbye or what?" he asked, shocking me enough to make me jerk slightly. But he used his fingers to pull my face closer to him and our lips pressed together and the sweetness there was enough to make my lips greedy, wanting it to last forever. It ended far too soon and he ran a finger down my cheek. "Should get some interesting tan lines with this," he said, handing me my bathing suit.