Sinners On Tour 06.1 Take Me to Paradise (Encores #1) by Olivia Cunning
Authors: Olivia Cunning
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And suddenly he didn’t give a flying fuck about his fame or people encroaching on his privacy. All he cared about was keeping a smile on this woman’s face. And punching some jerk in the nose wouldn’t make her happy. He hoped that sharing breakfast and stealing a few kisses would.
After he finished his delicious breakfast with its great view and even better company, a server took their empty dishes and left them alone. The breeze blowing in from the ocean made the white curtains billow gently, but he was still a little warm. He peeled his shirt off and tossed it on the end of the bed.
“That’s better,” he said with a contented sigh.
“I’ll say.” She knelt behind him and said, “How about a massage?”
“That sounds wonderful.”
Her touch on the bare skin of his back was soothing at first—massaging away all the tension in his muscles, driving away every care. But as was the status quo with his wife, her touch soon turned sensual as her hands began to explore his chest and belly and biceps.
He turned his head to offer her a look of faux disapproval, but the heat in her gaze lit a fire within him that would not be extinguished until he possessed her. He dragged her beneath the covers and slid her skirt up her thighs, pulling impatiently at her panties until she took mercy on him and removed them. He jerked the front of his shorts down, too impatient to remove them entirely. Like a self-conscious novice making sure every naked body part was covered, he found the slick, beckoning warmth between her thighs and buried himself deep within her. His strokes were languidly slow as he focused on the feel of her beneath him, around him, and touching places within him no one else had ever reached. This woman consumed him on so many levels. On every level. He couldn’t believe how lucky he was to have found her.
He used a rhythm that matched the waves colliding with the beach at their feet and allowed the music in his soul to enter his mind and fill his heart. He always heard music in his head when he was inside her. He’d advanced to the point where he didn’t demand she wait while he wrote the riffs and solos down on paper, or on the sheets, or even on her skin, but he still heard the notes as clearly as he had the first time they’d made love.
Myrna’s body tautened beneath him, and he claimed her lips in a deep kiss to swallow her cry of release. When her shuddering subsided and her hands loosened their grip on his back, he drew away and stared down at her as he continued to fill her with slow, deep stroke after slow, deep stroke. He took his time finding release, oblivious to everything around him but the woman in his arms and the feelings she aroused in him.
When he came, he muffled a satisfied groan against Myrna’s sweat-damp throat, his body shuddering with the intensity of his ecstasy. The strength in his arms gave out and he collapsed on top of her, smiling in bliss when she wrapped him in her arms and pulled him even closer against her.
“I don’t think we were supposed to do that here,” Myrna whispered in his ear.
“My beautiful wife on a bed on the beach? Can’t think of any other possible result with that combination.”
“It was spectacular,” she murmured. “And we didn’t have to get sand in uncomfortable places.”
“This hotel rocks,” he said, and Myrna chuckled, which made her pussy do very wonderful things to his cock still buried inside.
“Remember when I said it would ruin my life if you laughed while I was making love to you?” he asked.
“Ruin your life? That’s a little overdramatic, sweetheart.”
“Well, I lied. That feels fucking amazing. Laugh as much as you want while I’m inside you.”
She laughed again, and his belly tightened involuntarily at the strangely exciting sensation. Oh God, he needed her to do that again.
“A cow and a priest walk into a bar,” he said. “The bartender says, ‘Why the long face?’ ”
Myrna burst out
And suddenly he didn’t give a flying fuck about his fame or people encroaching on his privacy. All he cared about was keeping a smile on this woman’s face. And punching some jerk in the nose wouldn’t make her happy. He hoped that sharing breakfast and stealing a few kisses would.
After he finished his delicious breakfast with its great view and even better company, a server took their empty dishes and left them alone. The breeze blowing in from the ocean made the white curtains billow gently, but he was still a little warm. He peeled his shirt off and tossed it on the end of the bed.
“That’s better,” he said with a contented sigh.
“I’ll say.” She knelt behind him and said, “How about a massage?”
“That sounds wonderful.”
Her touch on the bare skin of his back was soothing at first—massaging away all the tension in his muscles, driving away every care. But as was the status quo with his wife, her touch soon turned sensual as her hands began to explore his chest and belly and biceps.
He turned his head to offer her a look of faux disapproval, but the heat in her gaze lit a fire within him that would not be extinguished until he possessed her. He dragged her beneath the covers and slid her skirt up her thighs, pulling impatiently at her panties until she took mercy on him and removed them. He jerked the front of his shorts down, too impatient to remove them entirely. Like a self-conscious novice making sure every naked body part was covered, he found the slick, beckoning warmth between her thighs and buried himself deep within her. His strokes were languidly slow as he focused on the feel of her beneath him, around him, and touching places within him no one else had ever reached. This woman consumed him on so many levels. On every level. He couldn’t believe how lucky he was to have found her.
He used a rhythm that matched the waves colliding with the beach at their feet and allowed the music in his soul to enter his mind and fill his heart. He always heard music in his head when he was inside her. He’d advanced to the point where he didn’t demand she wait while he wrote the riffs and solos down on paper, or on the sheets, or even on her skin, but he still heard the notes as clearly as he had the first time they’d made love.
Myrna’s body tautened beneath him, and he claimed her lips in a deep kiss to swallow her cry of release. When her shuddering subsided and her hands loosened their grip on his back, he drew away and stared down at her as he continued to fill her with slow, deep stroke after slow, deep stroke. He took his time finding release, oblivious to everything around him but the woman in his arms and the feelings she aroused in him.
When he came, he muffled a satisfied groan against Myrna’s sweat-damp throat, his body shuddering with the intensity of his ecstasy. The strength in his arms gave out and he collapsed on top of her, smiling in bliss when she wrapped him in her arms and pulled him even closer against her.
“I don’t think we were supposed to do that here,” Myrna whispered in his ear.
“My beautiful wife on a bed on the beach? Can’t think of any other possible result with that combination.”
“It was spectacular,” she murmured. “And we didn’t have to get sand in uncomfortable places.”
“This hotel rocks,” he said, and Myrna chuckled, which made her pussy do very wonderful things to his cock still buried inside.
“Remember when I said it would ruin my life if you laughed while I was making love to you?” he asked.
“Ruin your life? That’s a little overdramatic, sweetheart.”
“Well, I lied. That feels fucking amazing. Laugh as much as you want while I’m inside you.”
She laughed again, and his belly tightened involuntarily at the strangely exciting sensation. Oh God, he needed her to do that again.
“A cow and a priest walk into a bar,” he said. “The bartender says, ‘Why the long face?’ ”
Myrna burst out
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