She smiles shyly and takes the last sip of her champagne. Once she’s finished, I put both of our glasses on the night table next to the bed.
Casey slips her shoes off and tucks her legs under her. “This really is a beautiful room.” Her hands roam over the c
omforter.
Even watching her caress the fabric is erotic. Then she looks up and her fingers stop moving. I pause, not wanting to pressure her in anyway but she reaches out and grabs the front of my shirt. I tumble over her, my arms going out to catch myself so I don’t crush her.
Before I can say anything though, her hands are in my hair and her mouth is on mine. Immediately absorbed in her taste, I can’t even remember what I was about to do or say. Nothing else matters now, my entire world centered on where our mouths connect.
Her hands scramble over my sides, tugging on my shirt. Knowing what she wants, I lean back slightly so I can pull it off. Both of our breaths are coming fast now as we kiss passionately in between shrugging out of our clothing. My shirt, then her shirt. My jeans, then her jeans. Back and forth we go until at last we’re both bare and desperate. It feels like I can’t get close enough or touch her everywhere that I want. There isn’t enough time for me to explore when all I want is to be inside her.
“Oh my god, I can’t breathe.” Casey gasps again as my mouth latches on to one berry tipped breast, taking as much of the soft flesh into my mouth as possible.
Her hips undulate so that her soft pussy grinds against my stomach and I groan at the contact. It’s taking all of my control to take this slow but it seems that’s not what she wants. She drives the point home when her fingers tighten in my hair suddenly.
“Don’t tease me. Please.”
That soft little please is what gets me and my hand shoots out to fumble for my jeans. She watches, her lip caught between her teeth, as I roll on a condom with shaking hands.
The nerves take me by surprise. When was the last time I was nervous with a woman? But something about this feels like more than just a romp in the sheets.
She startles me by placing a finger against my lips. “This is just going to be one night, right? One last night of fun before I have to be all boring and serious.”
“One night,” I agree, even though the words feel all wrong. But really, she’s completely right. We’re each at a crossroads in our lives where we don’t have time for anything more than that. “But if one night is all we have, then I’d better make it count.”
Her arms wrap around my shoulders. “You’re damn straight. Show me what you’ve got.”
I wake up to Casey’s lips sliding over me.
My hands clench at my sides, overwhelmed by the pleasure and fighting the urge to come. After her bold demand for me to show her what I could do, I was determined to rise to the challenge. We made love three times before collapsing. We must have fallen asleep. But I definitely showed her something before we did.
Now she’s the one in control and she definitely has the upper hand. I’m not sure how long she was playing with me before I finally woke up but it couldn’t have been too long. I don’t think a dead man could sleep through this.
“Not fair, taking advantage of an unconscious man.”
Her lips curl around me, pulling a deep groan from the center of my chest.
“I couldn’t sleep. And you were in the perfect position. Unless you’d rather I didn’t.”
“Don’t let me stop you. I don’t mind being weak and willing if this is what I get.”
Her chuckles vibrate her lips and the sensation is too much. Rearing up, I lift her by the arms. As amazing as her mouth feels on me, if we only have one night together, I want to spend as much of it as possible inside her.
We fell asleep with the lamp on and I’m grateful for that small favor as I grab another condom off the night stand and put it on.
There’s an urgency that makes me feel we need to use every moment we have. I’ve never felt so alive and I don’t think, no I’m positive, that it’s not just the sex making me feel this way. It’s Casey and even though she claims not to be looking for anything serious, I am going to do everything I can to change her mind.
“Can we do it like this?” Casey’s innocent question sends all the remaining blood in my brain south when I turn to see her on all fours, her round little peach of an ass pointing at me.
“You are so beautiful.” I want her to know that. If I was the man in her life, I would tell her everyday. Since I’m not, I need to say it while I can.
The thought of there being some other man who’ll be in this position sends a sharp stab of emotion through my chest. Ignoring it, I caress the soft skin of her hip and press forward, moving slowly back and forth so she can adjust. My fingers clench against her sides.
“Say my name.” My voice comes out harsher than I intend but Casey seems to enjoy it, arching her back and moaning my name into the pillow. I thrust forward, every muscle twitching, every nerve ending screaming. Making love to Casey feels like coming home. Like it’s where I’m meant to be.
These are deep thoughts, too deep for a one-night stand. So I focus my attention back where it should be, on the incredible woman currently moaning uncontrollably into the pillow.
I grip her long hair, pulling until she cries out, her pussy clamping down on me so hard I almost go off. Clearly she likes a little pain with her pleasure. Something I’m more than happy to provide if she needs it.