gasped into the mist as his swirling tongue caused pleasure-tension to coil up her legs.
She pressed her back into the travertine for support and tilted her hips, letting him explore without resistance. Her body chilled as she shivered in a sweet, rolling release that left her body fully relaxed.
“Now,” he smiled up at her, blinking as the water splashed around his face, “you’re clean enough.”
Water had flattened the hair against his scalp and dripped over his cheeks, but when he grinned, he was adorable.
He rose to his feet and curled his arms about her body. The water snuck between them, running in countless rivulets down her face, her breasts and her back. He kissed her until she could feel nothing but his mouth.
She pulled away, breathless. “You’re quite good with your tongue,” she teased.
“Thank you.”
“But you still need to wash…”
“Would you like to help?”
Her fingers slipped over the bar of soap as she took it from his palm. She placed her hands, and the soap, against his chest and explored his body the way he had hers.
She could feel a breeze of cool air against her wet skin, but the warmth of the water and the heat radiating from the lamp kept her from being cold.
She worked her way around his body, teasing until his cock strained with obvious need for attention. She sank to her knees.
He gasped as she worked her lips around his sensitive skin. She was learning the moans and sighs that told her he was pleased. He jerked his pelvis as he approached orgasm. She pressed her hands against his ass when she knew he was building and drew her fingers in a soft, light, repetitive tickle across his tightened balls. His long, strangled cry echoed in her ears as he came in pulses. Once again, she swallowed. She could hardly believe it, but she liked his taste.
He rinsed off, shaking and grinning like a kid with candy. They stepped out of the shower and he wrapped her in a thick, soft towel before shutting off the water and then grabbing a towel for himself. She smiled at his thoughtfulness.
“I don’t want to go,” she said.
“I can go with you,” he offered.
She cocked her head to the side. Her orgasm—and his—had taken the edge off her nerves and brought back some of the magic of the prior night. Still, she craved privacy.
“Eric,” she said softly, “I need some time alone.”
The light of love and teasing in his gaze disappeared. She could have sworn he paled.
“I understand,” he said as he turned away.
Her heart lurched. She couldn’t leave it like this, she just couldn’t. Almost as if he heard the plea of her heart, he swiveled around.
“You could come back for breakfast after you’ve collected your things.”
“All right.” She sighed with relief. “I’ll come back.”
****
Back in Jillian’s hotel room, there wasn’t much to pack. At some point during the morning, Christina and Lisa must have removed the mess they’d all created in her hotel room last night as they prepared for Lisa’s wedding. Which was good, because Jillian moved as if molasses filled her veins. Her emotions were torn between wanting to return to Eric and wanting to hit the highway…just push aside all her confusion and run.
When a knock sounded on the door, she jumped.
“Jillie, are you in there?” Lisa called.
“She is not,” Christina muttered. “I told you, she’s at Eric’s, probably strewn across his bed and getting decent after-care. Which, by the way, I could use. Come on, open the door, and we’ll collect her case. I gotta get back to Bryce.”
“Good grief,” Lisa said, “you and Bryce will survive ten minutes apart.”
“Hey,” Christina responded, “I’m surprised Ben even let you out of bed this morning.”
“Ben’s fast asleep.” Lisa giggled. “I wore him out. A girl only has one wedding night, you know.”
Jillian opened the door.
“You’re here,” Christina said in surprise.
“So, are you still a spanking virgin?” Lisa
She pressed her back into the travertine for support and tilted her hips, letting him explore without resistance. Her body chilled as she shivered in a sweet, rolling release that left her body fully relaxed.
“Now,” he smiled up at her, blinking as the water splashed around his face, “you’re clean enough.”
Water had flattened the hair against his scalp and dripped over his cheeks, but when he grinned, he was adorable.
He rose to his feet and curled his arms about her body. The water snuck between them, running in countless rivulets down her face, her breasts and her back. He kissed her until she could feel nothing but his mouth.
She pulled away, breathless. “You’re quite good with your tongue,” she teased.
“Thank you.”
“But you still need to wash…”
“Would you like to help?”
Her fingers slipped over the bar of soap as she took it from his palm. She placed her hands, and the soap, against his chest and explored his body the way he had hers.
She could feel a breeze of cool air against her wet skin, but the warmth of the water and the heat radiating from the lamp kept her from being cold.
She worked her way around his body, teasing until his cock strained with obvious need for attention. She sank to her knees.
He gasped as she worked her lips around his sensitive skin. She was learning the moans and sighs that told her he was pleased. He jerked his pelvis as he approached orgasm. She pressed her hands against his ass when she knew he was building and drew her fingers in a soft, light, repetitive tickle across his tightened balls. His long, strangled cry echoed in her ears as he came in pulses. Once again, she swallowed. She could hardly believe it, but she liked his taste.
He rinsed off, shaking and grinning like a kid with candy. They stepped out of the shower and he wrapped her in a thick, soft towel before shutting off the water and then grabbing a towel for himself. She smiled at his thoughtfulness.
“I don’t want to go,” she said.
“I can go with you,” he offered.
She cocked her head to the side. Her orgasm—and his—had taken the edge off her nerves and brought back some of the magic of the prior night. Still, she craved privacy.
“Eric,” she said softly, “I need some time alone.”
The light of love and teasing in his gaze disappeared. She could have sworn he paled.
“I understand,” he said as he turned away.
Her heart lurched. She couldn’t leave it like this, she just couldn’t. Almost as if he heard the plea of her heart, he swiveled around.
“You could come back for breakfast after you’ve collected your things.”
“All right.” She sighed with relief. “I’ll come back.”
****
Back in Jillian’s hotel room, there wasn’t much to pack. At some point during the morning, Christina and Lisa must have removed the mess they’d all created in her hotel room last night as they prepared for Lisa’s wedding. Which was good, because Jillian moved as if molasses filled her veins. Her emotions were torn between wanting to return to Eric and wanting to hit the highway…just push aside all her confusion and run.
When a knock sounded on the door, she jumped.
“Jillie, are you in there?” Lisa called.
“She is not,” Christina muttered. “I told you, she’s at Eric’s, probably strewn across his bed and getting decent after-care. Which, by the way, I could use. Come on, open the door, and we’ll collect her case. I gotta get back to Bryce.”
“Good grief,” Lisa said, “you and Bryce will survive ten minutes apart.”
“Hey,” Christina responded, “I’m surprised Ben even let you out of bed this morning.”
“Ben’s fast asleep.” Lisa giggled. “I wore him out. A girl only has one wedding night, you know.”
Jillian opened the door.
“You’re here,” Christina said in surprise.
“So, are you still a spanking virgin?” Lisa
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