Page 50 of Pipe Dreams
She didn’t argue. In fact, she wrapped sleek arms around his neck and sucked on his tongue. They rocked against one another, and she rose up to tease him, grazing her clit over his cockhead.Jesus fuck. They’d left all the awkwardness behind with their empty wineglasses. Things were escalating fast.
Yet they had all night.
Mike turned her in his lap, so that she was lying on her side. But he could still reach her mouth. Their kisses were bottomless, and the warm water caressed their naked skin everywhere.
It gave him ideas.
He clasped one of her silky knees in his hand and lifted. When he angled her body toward the jet, she gasped into their kiss. He didn’t touch her himself. He let the water tease and tease, while he took long pulls of her mouth.
“Mike,” she sobbed.
“I know,” he whispered in her ear. “You need me and you’re going to get me.”
“We need a c-condom,” she gasped.
“Okay,” he agreed. They used to go bare but maybe she wasn’t on the pill anymore. “Hang on.” He pivoted, depositing her into the tub and freeing himself to step out of the water. He yanked a towel off the rack so that he wouldn’t flood the place in his haste, but he barely slapped it around himself before striding into the living room.
The mini bar area on a cabinet shelf was quickly identified and ransacked. He found what he was looking for and tore the package open.
God bless luxury hotels.
He rolled the condom on then tossed his towel on the floor. Five seconds later he was pulling Lauren out of the tub, tossing another towel on the counter ledge in the bathroom and seating her on it.
This was the fussiest bathroom he’d ever seen. There were tufted stools for sitting at the counter, so he kicked one over in front of Lauren and sat on it. She was looking down at him, flushed everywhere from hot water and desire, her chest heaving.
He pushed her knees apart, leaned forward and ran his tongue up the center of her.
“Oh, Mike,” she gasped, clenching his hair in her fists. He dropped kiss after wet kiss on her pussy as her speech became unintelligible. The only word he heard clearly was “please.” The sound of it made his balls draw up with longing.
He lifted his chin and kissed her belly. Then he pressed his face between her breasts and took a steadying breath. He’d waited two years for this moment. It was hard to believe it had finally arrived. When he rose to his full height, their gazes locked. Kicking the stool away, he leaned his forehead against her smoother one as he took himself in hand.
Then, finally, he pushed himself inside.
She gasped as her body welcomed him home. Her arms pulled him close, her face tucked into the hollow of his neck. He rocked into her.
Go slow, he reminded himself.Go slow. Go slow. Herepeated it like a mantra. The problem was that he knew the pitfalls of going slow. Life didn’t wait. Death didn’t either. If Lauren gave him another chance, he was going to grab it with both hands and wrestle it into submission.
And while Mike fought a losing battle with his patience, Lauren seemed to be fighting her own. Each of her breaths sounded shorter and more urgent. In the many mirrors he caught the motion of their coupling. The sight of her splayed knees, and her hands grasping his pumping ass—it was almost too much.
He broke their kiss on a gasp, and took a deep breath.Don’t rush, he coached himself.Make it last.
Lauren looked up into his eyes, her face flushed, her pupils blown. “What’s the matter?” she whispered.
“Nothing.”I love you so hard, it hurts. “Just thinking I want to lay you out on that big bed.”
“So what’s stopping you?” She wrapped her arms around his neck.
Well then.
He picked her up and staggered through the giant bathroom and into the bedroom. It was harder than it looked in porn. He set her down awkwardly, an inappropriate bark of laughter issuing from his chest.
“Careful. Don’t injure yourself during play-offs season,” she said, smiling against his bare chest.
“I’m out of practice,” he said, nudging her back onto the bed. “Let’s see if I can remember how this is done.”
With her big, soft eyes holding his, she scooted backward onto the bed and lay down.
He knelt between her legs. “Is this right?”
