Page 53 of Pour Decisions
“But do you like it?” he asks, an eyebrow going up.
“Of course. I love it.”
“Then don’t worry about it,” he says. He lets me walk onto the elevator first, and punches the button for the top floor.
He tugs me in front of him and wraps his arms around me from behind. Once we reach the floor, he guides me out of the elevator. Our room is at the end of the hall, and my jaw drops when he pushes the door open. The room is massive, with floor-to-ceiling windows showing off the Nashville skyline below us. No other buildings next to us are as tall, so the view is completely unobstructed.
The enormous bed has a canopy in a rich red shade, and looks like it’s made of clouds instead of fabric. A cute seating area with couches and a whole coffee station are on one side, and the bathroom is on the other. I take a peek. It’s just as opulent as the rest of the room. Maybe even more so—a huge shower with a bench inside, plus a clawfoot bathtub that I was definitely going to soak in.
“Our first thing starts in about an hour and a half,” he says, watching me from close to the door. The tiny JD not-quite-smile is on his face. “If you want to start getting ready.”
“You book this roomandgive me more than enough time to get dressed?” I walk up to him and plant a kiss on his lips. “This is already the best trip.”
He squeezes my hips. “I’m going to have a hard time keeping my hands to myself, so I gave us extra time.”
I grin. “Well, that too. But I’m going to take my time since I have it.”
I strip slowly and intentionally, tossing my clothes on a chair, and walk to the bathroom, feeling his eyes on me. I leave the door open for him, and he joins me moments later.
“I thought you said you were glad that you had all this time to get dressed,” he says, reaching behind his neck and pulling his t-shirt off. “Now you’re giving me a little strip tease like you want me to fuck you before we go.”
“Because I love to tease you,” I say, making a show of bending forward to test the shower temperature.
I clip my curls back and get into the shower.
He gets in with me, his hands on my hips. Water cascades down between us as he presses his front against my back, his cock already hard.
I actually do need to shower, but I press my ass against his cock and slowly wind my hips. He lets out a soft moan and presses his lips against my neck as he reaches in front of me to grab the soap. He soaps up my entire body, taking his time to massage my breasts and ass.
I stand under the spray, letting the suds wash down the drain, and reach behind me to stroke his cock.
“Not yet,” he says. Still, he presses it against my ass and continues to soap me up.
His touch is torture in the best way, getting me clean while revving me up. He presses me against the wall and pins my wrists against the tile, kissing me with more and more urgency. Usually I’d pull my wrists away and have fun with the struggle, but today I just savor the feeling of him boxing me in.
I missed him so damn much, and even though this whole second chance thing is terrifying, I’m still not going to take a second of this for granted. No thinking far into the future or worrying about each step—just soaking in the moment.
“You’re being obedient today,” he murmurs, kissing the side of my neck.
“I’m too needy to fuck around,” I say.
“Good, because I need you too.” He squeezes me again. “But let’s do this in the bed where it’s more comfortable.”
We rinse off the rest of the soap, hop out of the shower, and dry off hastily.
“Need me to sit on your face again?” I ask, bounding onto the bed with a grin.
“I feel like you want to, and I’m not going to discourage you.”
He gets into position, propping himself up on pillows. I climb into place and shiver when I feel his hot breath on my equally heated flesh.
“You’re hovering again,” he says, grabbing my hips and tugging me down until I’m literally sitting on his face. “You aren’t going to hurt me. What good was the physical therapy for if you can’t ride my face?”
Or at least I think that’s what he says—I’m smothering him with my pussy and he already feels so good that I can’t think. I lift my head enough to watch his cock bob up and down as he moans against me. Since he can’t bend up, I don’t try to scoot down to take him in my mouth. Instead, I grip his shaft at the base.
His moan is going to send me over the edge faster than his mouth at this point. The combination of his beard against my skin and the vibration is making my knees weak even though I’m kneeling on the bed. I sag against him, pressing back.
“Come for me, kitten.” He lifts me up for a second so he can slip a finger inside me.
