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“I’m sorry. I fell asleep,” I say, backing further into the room when he advances on me.

“Your breasts are out. You can’t open the door like that. What if some fucking stranger was at your door?” I look down, and sure enough, the girls aren’t contained the way they should be. He closes the door behind him, but he hasn’t stopped his eyes from roving from my face to my chest.

“Oh my God. How mortifying,” I mumble, pulling my robe closed tighter. It’s no use, though. The hotel robe doesn’t fit right. It’s too damn small.

“You are so fucking beautiful,” he murmurs, running a finger down my cheek to the top of my right boob. Oh, God. My knees are like jelly. “Do you know that?”

“No,” I whisper. He’s going to kiss me, and I know my breath is going to be terrible, so I take a step back from him. Even though I don’t want to leave him, I don’t want my first kiss to be one with bad breath. “Excuse me,” I say, grabbing my suitcase and going into the bathroom. I let out a little squeak when I see myself in the mirror. I fell asleep with my hair wet, and now it looks like I stuck my finger in an electrical socket. It’s huge. Turning on the sink, I know the only way I am going to tame this shit is to wet it and put it up in a ponytail, which I do.

A few minutes later, I come out of the bathroom, and he’s sitting on the edge of the bed. I pulled a sundress and some strappy sandals on.

“You look beautiful,” he says.

“Thanks. Sorry about that earlier. I was exhausted.”

“No problem.”

“Did you make a reservation?”

“No. I thought we would eat in my room. I’ve cooked for us. Was that too presumptuous?”

“Not at all. Privacy is always better, in my opinion.”

He holds out his hand to me and leads me out of my room and to the one right next door.

Hmmm… I wonder if I can get him to look at me like he did before? All scorchy, like he wanted to pin me to the wall. He should have tried; I would have let him.

Chapter Three

Cain

On the one hand, I was furious that she’d answer the door like that. Her tits were on display for the whole world to see, but on the other hand, I wanted nothing more than to pull her into my arms and make wild, reckless love to her. We sit at the table in my room, enjoying a light pasta and a glass of red wine. The patio doors are open, and a gentle breeze sways into the room. Her little dress rustles in the draft. We talk about any and everything. By the time the meal is done, we’ve killed two bottles of wine between us. We take our almost empty glasses over to the couch and sit close to one another.

“I should take you back to your room,” I say, though I don’t mean it.

“So soon?” She looks up at me with those fucking sea-blue eyes of hers, and I lose it. I set my glass down on the coffee table and take hers from her hands and do the same thing with it. “Cain?”

“Georgia?” I say through gritted teeth. I am on edge here. My dick has never been this hard. Ready and seeking her like a fucking missile.

“Kiss me,” she breathes, and I have no choice. I have to do it. Lowering my head, my lips touch hers. She responds so quickly; it’s fucking magical. She moans and throws her arms around my neck. Growling, I stand with her in my arms and carry her to the bed. Setting her on her feet, I kneel down and take her shoes off of her. I kick mine across the room. Like a man possessed, I have her stripped and myself down to my boxers in seconds. She giggles when I toss her on the bed. Her tits bounce as she does,,, and my mouth waters. I must be a tit man. I climb on the bed between her thighs and lean down. I suck one of her nipples into my mouth before moving to the other one. I go back and forth between them, laving them over and over. Moving up, I kiss her lips again before making my way down her body. I reach her pussy and stare at it. She’s wet; it’s glistening with it. I thought I was a tit man, but it turns out I’m a Georgia man, through and through. It’s her. I run my fingers through her folds first, then my tongue. Shit, she tastes like pure heaven. I suck on her little pussy lips and then fuck her with fingers. Reaching down, I pull my cock from my boxers and jerk it. I have to do something to keep from coming at just the taste of her.


Tags: M.K. Moore Erotic