“Yeah,” I say and nod my head once, and his lips are on mine.
His hand rests on the side of my face, holding me in place. He slowly pushes me back and looks between my eyes, then down at the book in my hand.
The warmth on my face leaves. I bite my lip, hoping this isn’t ending now.
He takes the book, finds the bookmark in the back, and slides it into place before shutting it and setting it behind me on the nightstand.
“I would hate for you to lose your place.”
He kisses my shoulder on his way back to being in front of me.
“Yeah,” I say again. Did my brain forget how to speak?
His hand returns to my cheek, and I lean into it.
“I don’t want to stop,” he says to me.
“I don’t want to either.”
Chapter 12
Chris
Ipullherintome, and our lips meet again. They are as soft as I imagined they would be. I wrap my arm around her waist and pull her onto my lap so she’s straddling me. Both my hands run the length of her thighs from her knees to the shortened hem of her shorts.
The way her body leans into me makes me even harder. I want this woman more than I have anyone before. But I don’t want to move too quickly. I don’t want her to think she’s just someone that is on the trip with me and I just want to fuck.
“Sarah, I don’t want to do anything you’re not comfortable with.”
She looks at me, and her hands land on my chest.
“I need this,” she says, and I wonder for a second what she might mean by that. Her arms crisscross in front of her shirt and her hands grab the bottom hem and she lifts the baggy shirt from her amazing body.
She’s shaped like an hourglass. I move my hands from her thighs up her rounded hips, the dip of her waist and the swell of her breast.
She pulls the scrunchie from her hair, and the long auburn locks fall behind her. I lick and bring her nipple into my mouth. A moan falls from hers and I bite down lightly.
She puts her hands around the back of my head and grips my hair. It ignites a fire in me. My hands explore her body while my lips find their way up to the dip in her neck and then her supple lips.
Kissing her makes me feel alive.
She pushes back.
“Do you have a condom?” she asks.
“I do. It’s in my suitcase.”
I lift her from my lap but instantly miss the feel of her body against me. I get the condom and crawl across the bed to her. I set it aside and find her lips again with mine. I can’t get enough of kissing her.
She reaches between us and slides her shorts down. I can appreciate a woman who wants to get right to it, but I don’t want it to just be great. I want it to be mind-blowing. I want to show her how much I appreciate every inch of her body.
I take my time, kissing and grazing my lips down her body. Sucking and nipping at each nipple. The feel of her nails digging into my shoulders spurs me on. I kiss down the center of her stomach. Her panties are still on, so I skirt around them with my lips. I run my hands down either side of her body. Her breathing grows faster and occasionally a tiny moan escapes her lips.
I spread her legs and settle between them, kissing the inside of her thigh, feeling her body tremble in my hands. Brief hints of giggles leave her lips. She must be ticklish.
Chapter 13
Sarah