I went back to kissing her, cupping her breasts in my hand and feeling her nipples get hard. I moved my mouth down the side of her neck, and she let out a soft moan. I pushed us slowly towards the wall, and with her back pressing against it, she was able to lift one of her legs and rest it on the edge of the bathtub.
I slid my hand between her spread legs and felt her dripping with desire. She gasped as I entered her with one, then two fingers, and then clung tight to the back of my sports coat as I penetrated her faster but still with care.
“Don’t stop,” she said, her voice getting louder and louder as I did as she asked. “Don’t stop!”
I moved inside her all the while my arousal grew, as I felt her hot breath on my neck and smelled her sweet perfume. Her whole body shuddered with pleasure against mine as she came.
She took a moment to catch her breath, coming down from her orgasm, then she reached for my belt and started to undo my pants. I let her, and soon I was naked too. She stroked me, and I went back to kissing her neck. A few seconds—or maybe a few minutes later, I couldn’t tell, I was too engrossed in the combined sensations of her body and mine—I heard the sound of the water still running and pulled away from her. I looked over and saw that it was about to overflow.
“We should move things over there,” I said, gently guiding her. She turned the handle so the water went off and then she stepped inside the tub. I watched her descend into the water, and I noticed she was careful not to go far enough in to get her hair wet.
I smiled, then got in next to her. I reached out for her hips and brought her onto my lap where we started kissing again. She began to pleasure me again, this time using both her hands. One to move up and down my length and the other to cup my balls, tickling me with her fingertips and doing the same circular motions she was doing on my back earlier.
I sighed with desire and couldn’t stand to wait any longer. I needed to be inside her. I shrugged her hands to the side and slowly guided myself into her. The bath was warm, but she was warmer.
I reached around and grabbed her ass and saw a playful smile crawl across her face.
She likes to be grabbed.
I kept one hand on her backside and moved the other one up to play with her nipple, as she rode me, slowly at first, but growing faster and faster. Water was splashing everywhere, but neither of us seemed to care. I knew she was starting to have another orgasm, so I reached down between her legs again and rubbed my thumb in circles around her clitoris. She gripped my shoulders tight as she slid up and down, up and down, gasping and moaning.
She threw her head back and her hair came out of its bun, tumbling down her bare shoulders and dipping into the water.
“God, you feel so good,” she said. I was too turned on to talk. All I could do was stare at the curves of her body and continue to pleasure her as best as I could so that we could climax at the same time.
She slowed her movements, and for a moment, our eyes met.
She bit her bottom lip, and I used my free hand to pull her closer. I pushed my tongue into her mouth, and we kissed like it might be the last time we would have the chance.
It might very well be.
Then, as we were both in the throes of passion, she arched her back, moved her hips in a circle, and we both finished at the same time. She with a soft and incredibly sexy exhale. For a moment, she left me inside of her and let her forehead rest on my shoulder as we both took in a few deep breaths.
“That was…” She apparently didn’t have a word for it.
And neither did I, so instead of trying to come up with one, I just gently cupped the side of her face and kissed her once more, softly, and on the lips.
* * *
The next morning, I woke up alone in Lily’s king-size bed in the honeymoon suite of the resort. I blinked against the bright, island sun that was streaming in through the large glass doors that led to the balcony. Sitting up, I tried to piece together everything that had happened the night before.
I met Lily at the bar.
We left the luau together.
I had the best sex of my life—the best sex of my life.
That phrasing entered my brain so effortlessly, and the moment I heard those words in my head, I knew they were true. I had never been with anyone who made me feel as good as Lily did. Both the first time we had sex, in the bathtub, and the second time later that night in her bed. It was like I was experiencing a whole new type of intercourse—one that transcended just physical pleasure.
The word, which took me a few moments to come up with, wasconnection.
She and I had a connection, unlike anything I’d ever had with any of the women who came before her. My body felt different that morning, like being with her had changed something about me.
Unfortunately, it would seem she didn’t feel the same way because when I got out of bed and went looking for her, all I found was a note on the dresser that read:
Last night was fun. Thanks for the distraction.
The note ended with a winky face and she signed off with just her initial.