Page 69 of Endeavor

“Don’t wait,” I urge him. “I need you now.”

“We have all the time in the world, Emma. And today, I’m taking my time with you. I want to memorize every millimeter of your body. I want every curve seared into my retina for all of time. I want to see all the lines of your perfection every time I close my eyes from now until eternity.”

I sigh as he leans back, his hooded eyes as glazed over with lust as mine. “Men don’t actually say things like that,” I whisper.

“This man does.” And with that, he leans down and completely obliterates my thoughts again with his lips. His kiss is beyond a kiss, it’s an entire experience in and of itself. By the time we both pull back, panting, I’m unsure of what continent I’m on and what my name is. All I know is that I need him inside me now.

I reach down between us and tilt my hips, rubbing my wet slit along his erection.

“Fuck, hold on, baby. I need to grab a condom,” he mutters.

I pause, gripping his arm. “H-how often do rock stars…get checked?” I stammer.

“I’m sorry, what?”

I blush. “I mean…I’m on the pill and I’m clean…we don’t need…I mean, if you are…then…” I trail off as I fight to form a complete sentence, my face reddening with each word.

He places a hand on my cheek and gently runs his thumb over my lips.

“You’re in luck. I had a physical two weeks ago. I’m clean. I admit I haven’t always been the best with getting checked out in the past. But I always used a condom and I haven’t been with anyone except you since then, I don’t want to be with anyone but you…” He trails off and looks into my eyes. I swear I see something beyond lust in them.

I don’t speak; instead, I grip his erection and guide him into me, both groaning as his length impales me.

“Fuck, you have no idea how good you feel,” he murmurs.

“Likewise, Casanova,” I reply with a grin against his lips, which is quickly replaced with a moan as he thrusts inside me.

I lose myself to the feel of him. He’s so wet from me, sliding in and out with ease. It’s as though his dick was designed just for my body, stretching me just to the point of burning but not to the point of pain. But as I get wetter, he glides faster, both our bodies covered in my arousal. The entire room is just…us, the sounds of our bodies slapping together, the smell of our desire, the feel of heat from our skin as we move in perfect harmony, both of us chasing the need to free-fall into ecstasy.

It’s when he grabs my legs and pushes them up and over his shoulders, finding a deeper position that I begin to shake. He thrusts once more, deep, filling me completely and that’s all it takes to completely throw me off the cliff. I howl his name as I tense and then release like I never have. Sounds I don’t even recognize as me leave my mouth as I convulse around him. He follows a moment later, his groans joining mine like a soundtrack to our desires.

We lie entangled as the minutes pass, our breathing slowing, our bodies languid.

“Fuck, that was…”

“Amazing.” I finish his thought, and we grin at each other like fools.

He rolls off me and we both lie there, holding hands as our bodies reawaken once more. “Fuck it, I need you again,” he curses and pulls me onto him, letting me take control. He doesn’t have to say it twice. I slide down onto his still wet cock, riding him like a fucking cowgirl that’s in it to win it. All that’s missing is my hat and boots, the thought of how fucking sexy that would be crosses my mind for a split second before he does something with his hips that sends me over the cliff again, and into an abyss where I have no thoughts. It’s a place I wish I could stay for a very long time.

I collapse onto his chest and settle there, listening to his heartbeat slow, and drawing little hearts over a tattoo of a music note.

“Let’s just stay in this bed for the entire weekend,” I murmur.

“I’m good with that idea,” he says, laughing.

“Good, we’re in agreement, your cock is living in my pussy until Sunday night.”

His laughter ticks up a notch and he rolls us over, pulling out of me as he does. I pout because I really do want his amazing dick to stay buried inside me.

He kisses my nose. “Don’t worry, we’ll have plenty more of that, but first. I did arrange for a tasting for us…with food. If we are going for a marathon sex session, we ought to eat first.”

“I can’t argue with that,” I say.

Grady

After the wine tasting and dinner, we lazily walk back to our suite. I keep her hand in mine, loving the feel of it there. It’s calming, and I can use all the calm I can get right now. Being here with Emma is like being a million miles away from my worries. She’s so easy to talk to and our conversation hasn’t stopped for a second since dinner.

“What about your favorite movie?” she asks as we swing our hands back and forth in a childlike manner.

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