Page 87 of Troy Story
“Same here.” She bit back a grin, unable to resist teasing him. “But now that you’re up, we can get ready to explore Istanbul. Right?”
“Now? It’s not even six.”
“That’s the best time. We can go to Eminönü before the tourists get there and buy fresh cheese and olives.” She rubbed her hands together. “Make our own Turkish breakfast.”
To his credit, he managed an enthusiastic smile. “Sounds great. Can I take a shower first?”
Laughing, she slipped back into bed with him. “Just kidding. There’s only one thing I want to explore this morning, and it’snot the city of Istanbul.”
“Naughty girl. You could tell I was disappointed, couldn’t you?”
“You have a terrible poker face, but you get an ‘A’ for effort.” She reached for his shirt and pulled it over his head, then peppered his bare chest with kisses, loving how warm and solid he felt.
As he pulled her closer, his hands wandered beneath the hem of her shirt. He cupped her bare ass and gave it a squeeze. “What are you wearing? Or, rather, not wearing?”
“Just your shirt. Nothing else. I was too lazy to unpack last night.” She stripped off the shirt, then flung it to the side. Naked, she pressed her bare skin against his. “It’s so nice to wake up with you. Though at some point, Iwouldlike to go out and buy fresh cheese and olives.”
Now that they had complete privacy, she wanted to take her time with him. To do all the things she’d dreamed of during their weeks together at Troy. After pushing the covers aside, she scooted down on the bed, running her lips across his chest and stomach. She reached for his boxers and tugged on them. He eased them off his hips and kicked them away.
She stroked his rigid length and swirled her tongue around the tip—just a little tease to let him know what she intended. When his breath hitched, she looked up at him in concern. She hadn’t gotten the chance to give him a blowjob yet. Maybe it wasn’t something he was into.
“Is this okay?” she asked.
“Yes, but you don’t have to. It’s not my birthday or anything.”
Oh, Stuart.She had so much to make up for. “Can I do it, anyway?Please?”
His warm laugh heated her from the inside out. “Like I’d say no? I wanted to make sure you were on board.”
“I’m on board. Very much so.” She stroked him with her tongue before taking him into her mouth.
When he groaned and tangled his fingers in her hair, her body flooded with a rush of longing. An ache built up between her thighs, making her yearn for release, but she could wait. Right now, she wanted to give him as much pleasure as humanly possible.
She continued sucking, tightening her grip on his butt, her desire increasing each time he gasped or begged her to keep going. But when he tugged on her hair with a little more force and called out her name, she pulled away. “Do you want me to stop?”
“I want to come inside of you. If that’s okay.”
“Of course it’s okay.” But she loved that he’d asked.
He pointed to the nightstand. “The condoms are in my toiletries bag.”
She crawled across the bed and reached for them. “Good thing they’re not buried in your suitcase.” Pulling out a long strip, she let out a low whistle. “Ambitious, much? Kidding. We’re going to use all of them.”
After unwrapping one, she placed it on him. Then she straddled him and lowered herself onto him, adjusting her body until he was deep inside her. The sensation was so incredible that she paused and gazed down at him, awed by the love in his eyes. After everything they’d been through this summer, sharing this bed felt like a hard-won victory.
“I’m so glad we’re here.” She’d never felt this connected to anyone before.
“Me too. Thanks for never giving up on me.” He pulled her closer, capturing her mouth in a tender kiss.
Sliding his hands down her back, he clasped her butt. He squeezed it, urging her on as she moved against him with slow, steady thrusts. She angled her body until he was hitting the right spot and drew in a ragged breath. As good as it felt, she wasn’t sure she could reach orgasm in this position.
When she stopped, he locked eyes with her. “Tell me what you need.”
“Flip me over. I want you in control again.” A throaty laugh tumbled out of her. “But don’t get too used to it.”
“That’s what you said last time. Deep down inside, you enjoy relinquishing control to me, don’t you?” With a wicked grin, he maneuvered her until she was beneath him. “Is that better?”
“It’s perfect.” She wrapped her legs around him and pulled him even deeper. He brushed his tongue over her nipples, licking each taut bud until she whimpered with pleasure. “Yes, Stuart. More of that. Please.”
