Page 16 of Key Lime Kisses
“Tell me how you want me.” He lowered his head and swirled his tongue around my tip stealing my ability to think. “Want it hard and fast from behind? Bent over the bed?”
I moaned.
“Maybe you're a slow and sweet guy,” Weston taunted. “With our chests pressed together as we kiss as our climaxes slowly build.” Another swirl of the tongue. “Or maybe you’re a take charge kind of guy and you want to ride me into tomorrow.” This time he licked me from root to tip, adding a finger to the mix, circling my slick hole. “Tell me what you want.”
I couldn’t think—I just needed to feel him inside me. I grabbed him by the shoulders. “Kiss me as you fill me.”
“Slow and sweet?” He winked, wearing a sexy as fuck smirk. “I can do that.”
He retraced his path, kissing a path back up to my waiting mouth.
“Not slow.” I nipped his bottom lip. “Not slow.” I kissed him hard, grinding against him. “Fill me and make me forget my name.” I nipped his lip again, loving the little growl that escaped him.
Weston pushed up enough to align himself with my hole, sliding a pillow under my hips, giving the perfect angle, his cock hitting me in just the right spot as he bottomed out.
“Move.” I begged, bucking my hips beneath him. Slowly at first, then building up speed, he did. I met him move for move, yanking him to me, needing to feel his breath on me as he brought me closer and closer to orgasm. It didn’t take long, the frenzied joining having my balls tightening up from just our movements, not a hand on my own aching need. So. Fucking. Hot.
“I can’t…” I wanted it to last, but also it felt so good. “I need to…”
“Come for me, omega. Show me how good this feels.” His hand reached between us and wrapped around me—that was all it took, my cum shooting between us, his movements becoming frantic until my name fell from his lips, his offering filling me as his knot grew.
Weston collapsed on me. We were going to need a shower, but first I needed to close my eyes and catch my breath... and apparently take a little nap.
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When I woke up, even though I was feeling well rested, I wondered just how long I had been out. Weston was sleeping soundly beside me one arm draped over me. The proximity was oddly comforting and I lay there contently for a few minutes before I noticed an extremely bright light coming in around the curtain. I carefully eased myself out to from under Weston’s arm and tip-toed to the balcony.
To my surprise the curtain had been blocking out a bright sun. I realized quickly that instead of open water we were docked and I could see people milling around all over by the ship. It took me another moment to realize that I was naked. I quickly jumped away from the window, mortified.
Weston groaned and I turned to see he had flung an arm over his eyes.
“Sorry,” I said, drawing the curtain back.
“What time is?” he asked, fumbling on the nightstand. I saw the light from his phone illuminate his face and knew that he had answered his own question.
“What timeisit?” I asked.
“Almost nine,” he laughed. “Guess we slept in.”
“It was a long night.”
Initially, I was just referencing the seasickness medicine induced nap, but Weston grinned at me and my thoughts quickly turned to the rest of the night. I couldn’t resist a matching smile.
He sat up and stretched. “Man, I’m starving. I guess we should get breakfast and then fill out that form.”
“Yeah, I guess so.” I frowned, wondering whether or not the obnoxious alpha was still on board.
“We can always get room service again,” Weston suggested. “It’s nice having the privacy.”
“If you don’t mind.”
“Not at all; I think I saw a room service menu…” Weston got up and started leafing through the stack of papers that had been on our bed upon our arrival.
I caught myself admiring his ass, then flushed and started to get dressed. It was only after I was fully clothed that I realized I still hadn’t taken a shower. That said, I was starving, so I decided I’d eat first.
“Do you know what you want?” Weston asked.
Fully aware of the fact he was still naked, I took the menu he was offering and skimmed it. It was similar to the brunch menu and I thought of the few bites of waffle I had gotten. I gave him the same order as brunch, then Weston grabbed the room phone and started dialing.
