Hard Drivin Man by Cerise DeLand

her lips.
    She allowed him to give it to her and after she savoured the thing, she licked her lips and teased, “Are you going to give me everything I ask for?”
    He examined her eyes and leaned over to peak down into the gaping resort robe she’d donned to eat. “I live to serve. Name anything, it’s yours.”
    She lifted her hand to trace his full lips. “You’ve given me more than I dared hope for.”
    He froze, seeming suddenly and inexplicably disappointed. But he tried to cover it with bravado. “You don’t want anything else of me?”
    At a loss as to what she had said or implied that distressed him, she sought to assure him with truth. “I never ask for the impossible.” Like devotion. Happily ever after. Those thingsdon’t exist for me.
    Frowning, he grabbed her up in his arms and pushed her robe down her body, as impatient as if he’d never had her. “I want to feed you.” He sat down in an open armed chair and pulled her forward, so that she sat on his lap and faced him, her thighs wide and open to his stroking fingers. “Have some eggs, Jess.” He spooned them into her mouth. “And a piece of bacon.” She bit it from his fingers in a nip, confused by his withdrawal.
    She turned to the room service cart and surveyed the food. The butter was melting and so was her body. He had loved her so well and so damned often that she was a mass of sexually satisfied Jell-O. She reached over and took a scoop of the butter from the bowl and pushed his robe from his shoulders. Then, she rubbed the butter round and round his nipple.
    He jumped and she grinned. “Two can play.”
    His dark brown eyes swam with despair as he stopped her with his hand clamped over hers. “What if I want more than playing, Jess?”
    Her satiated cunt pulsed in expectation. With him, she was now ready to play—
    anytime. “I’m addicted to you, honey.” She fingered his cock with her free hand. His shaft was big and bold, warm and ready. A drop of cum appeared on the tip and she ran her thumb over it.
    He bit his lip.
    She stood, worked her way out of the chair, then extended her hand to him. “Come make love to me again in a bed, Trey. I’ve never known anything as wonderful as making love to you.”
    He followed her to bed and moved with her, flowed with her, covered himself with another condom and finally thrust into her with the lightning of his possession. For hours, they slept until he woke her and told her they were going to dinner in the restaurant.
    “No bra,” he ordered her with laughing eyes. “I want to look at you and know when your nipples reach out to me and your pussy gets wet for me.”
    “Ha!” She laughed, delighted he had worked himself out of his bad mood. “I’m hard and wet for you twenty-four hours a day!” She ran a hand down his sculpted abs. “What I want to know is how will I manage to eat if I’m not naked in your lap?”
    He swatted her on the ass and told her to get dressed.
    But in the dining room, he asked for the banquette at the back and sat next to her.
    There, in the corner of the room, where few could see behind the potted palms, he ran his hand up her thigh, beneath her flowing skirt and ran his fingers over her slit, then inside her fabulously outraged pussy.
    “How am I supposed to eat with you inside me like this?” she scolded him on a chuckle.
    He arched his brows and somehow she got through her dinner and he through his, with kisses and laughter for extra relish.
    That night, they fell into bed with only a few kisses to warm them and slept like two ship-wrecked sailors.
    When she woke the next morning, she heard him calling the front desk and asking for an extension on when they could check out. She rolled over to grin at him, knowing this look at his naked splendour was her last.
    “Good morning, babe. Guess what? We’ve slept through the day. It’s four in the afternoon. We need to get up and check out.” He cupped her face and looked at her, grinning. “How do