Slice of Pi 2 by Elia Winters

shorts down as he did so. His heartbeat sounded loud in his ears, a rhythmic thudding that drowned out the low hum of the air conditioning. His eyes were adjusting to the dim light, but the darkness still blocked most of her features.
    He caught her earlobe gently between his teeth and then let it go. “I want to see you.”
    She stepped back from him and moved away. He could hear her heading to the back of the room. The light went on in the bathroom, just enough to barely illuminate the room. Iris walked back to him, backlit and beautiful in her nakedness. Her body appeared surprisingly soft for all its leanness, and he couldn’t look away from her full breasts capped with light pink nipples. Fucking lovely.
    Iris had none of the self-consciousness women sometimes had the first time they were naked in front of someone else. Generally, his partners were hesitant, tentative until they warmed up, but Iris knew exactly what she wanted. She pushed the comforter down off the second bed, setting his bag on the floor as she did so. “We can get this bed sandy because no one’s sleeping in it.” She raised her eyebrows, then hopped up onto the bed and stretched out. “You going to join me, or are you just going to stand there and stare?”
    Owen grinned. He liked her more and more the longer he was with her. “I thought I’d just take a few mental photos to remember this by.”
    Iris returned his smile. “I don’t give these photos away, you know. They cost a premium.”
    â€œI’ll have to save my pennies.” Owen stalked over and climbed onto the bed next to her.
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    There was something beautiful about Owen’s long, lean body as he approached her on the bed. He moved with an easy confidence, no apprehension visible, the picture of relaxation and anticipation as he climbed on top of her and lowered his body onto hers. His skin was cool and damp, like hers, chilled by the soft caress of the air conditioner’s breeze, but the body contact warmed her immediately. His cock was trapped between them, hot and hard, pressing into the soft flesh of her stomach. That was going to feel so good inside her. Owen began nuzzling the spot right under her jaw, taking light nibbles of her neck, and she tipped her head back to give him access to more skin. His hands roamed over her body, tracing her curves with gentle fingertips, leaving a trail of sparks in their wake. This was a man who was no stranger to a woman’s body, even if he insisted he didn’t date much.
    Leaning up on his elbows, he brushed her taut nipples with the pads of his fingers, but the touch was too light. She pressed her breasts into his hands. In response, he lifted his hands away, taking a nip of her neck as he did so. Oh, so he was a tease. She squirmed. Normally, she would enjoy being teased, but it had been too long and she was impatient. “Come on, touch me.”
    â€œI am touching you.” He rubbed his thumbs over the peaks again, and yes, that was nice, but not nearly enough.
    â€œHarder.” She ran her hands over his biceps, which were satisfyingly muscular. It made sense that bakers would be strong, and she’d certainly ogled his forearms enough, but the firm musculature of his arms beneath her touch made it all real.
    Owen twisted her nipples a bit more firmly, and Iris moaned, the pleasure echoing in her clit. “Mmm, perfect,” she said, and he did it again.
    This was lovely, but she was never one for the slow burn. She gripped his biceps and shifted her hips, rolling him over before he probably knew what was happening. In a moment, he was beneath her, blinking up with wide eyes and smiling like he couldn’t contain his happiness at her taking control. Interesting. Maybe his other partners didn’t like taking charge, and he obviously enjoyed it when she did.
    She liked having a man under her and needed this to happen more often. For now, though, best to