“Oh fuck!” I screamed out.
Michael rocked his hips forward and bit my shoulder. I cried out his name and pressed my ass back against him while the shower water warmed up.
After he pulled me into the shower, he lifted me into the air and lowered me onto his dick. I held tightly to the shower wall while he bounced me up and down.
I came for a third time, then a fourth. I don’t know how long Michael and I spent changing positions that night, but by the time Michael finished once, my entire body was weak with exhaustion. And yet, I never wanted him to stop. I could have stayed in that shower riding his dick all night long.
“That was…” Michael began as we dried off and slowly made our way to the bed.
I collapsed backward onto the pillows, Michael climbing up beside me. We each reached for each other at the same time. Michael pulled me to him. I cradled my head against his chest, and he traced his fingertips over my still-trembling skin.
“You’re amazing,” I whispered.
“You bring it out in me,” Michael said, speaking just as softly.
All the animal need from earlier seemed to vanish as we held each other. Suddenly, it wasn’t just about sex. It wasn’t just about seeking pleasure. It was more than that. It was deeper.
Michael kissed the top of my head and played with my hair while my eyes fluttered closed. I fell asleep to the sound of his steady breathing and, when we woke the next morning, his grip on me was even tighter than before.
CHAPTER 16
MICHAEL
My head was buzzing as I slowly opened my eyes. Julie was still asleep next to me, curled on her side and still naked from the night before. I groaned and rolled away from the window to block out the sunlight streaming through the curtains. My head was already starting to pound with the beginnings of a hangover. After everything I drank the night before, I wasn’t surprised that my body was protesting this morning.
With another groan, I squeezed my eyes closed and rubbed my temples. I hadn’t felt this hungover since college.
“You’re awake,” Julie said softly. I rolled back over to face her. She was smiling at me, but her eyes were barely open.
“Good morning.” I smiled back and moved closer to her. “How’d you sleep?”
“I have no idea,” Julie said with a soft laugh. “I feel like ass.”
“Me too.” I laughed, but immediately regretted it. The motion jostled my head and made my stomach lurch with nausea. “Oh god.”
“We should eat something,” Julie said and pushed herself up. Her hand flew immediately to her head as she slowly adjusted to the new position.
“I’ll order room service,” I said weakly.
“You don’t have to do that,” Julie said. “We can go get something.”
“No.” I shook my head firmly. “I’m not ready to leave this room. Maybe never again.”
Julie chuckled and nodded. She sank back down into bed and closed her eyes again. I rolled over and grabbed the phone off the bedside table. As I dialed for room service, I could hear Julie’s soft moans of pain. We were both miserable, but there was a note of happiness buried beneath the misery.
After I ordered the food, I lowered myself back down beneath the covers. Julie rolled toward me and buried her face in my chest, her eyes still squeezed tightly closed.
“I’m sorry,” I said.
“About what?” Julie asked.
“Your hangover,” I said.
Julie just laughed and nestled closer to me. She smelled like alcohol and perfume, the perfect scent for the morning after an amazing night.
“Last night was perfect,” Julie said. “The hangover is just a reminder of that.”
“Perfect?” I teased.