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As it turned out, the really nice hotel had no beds available. But the really nice hotel next door did.
Within ten minutes, we were closing ourselves in our room and peeling off each other’s clothes.
“You didn’t get your cake,” Ashley said, even as he continued stripping me down.
“There’s still time for that later,” I said, unzipping his jeans—carefully—and tearing them down. “Let’s work fast. Sex and cake… dream birthday.”
He laughed and grabbed my head in his hands, then laid a hungry kiss on me.
The rest was a blur of flesh against flesh… kisses and hands and sweaty, rain-damp skin.
Passion, the likes of which I’d never experienced in bed with anyone else.
I wasn’t exactly wildly experienced. I wasn’t a player. At the age of twenty-eight, I’d had sex with five other men before ending up in bed with Ashley. Two of those men I’d been in love with. Or so I’d thought.
But what I’d felt with those men just didn’t compare tothis.
This desperate, almost agonizing need for his body, even when I had him right here, against me. On top of me. Beneath me. Inside me… as we tumbled across the bed, rolling from one position to whatever felt even better next. His hands all over me, his fingers digging into my skin. His mouth, tasting me. Tongue licking, teeth biting. His cock so deep inside me, filling me up, his balls tight against me, ready to shoot as he sweat with the effort of holding back…
I wanted him… Ineededhim…
I needed to make him feel good. I needed his ecstasy all over me.
And the levels of sheer pleasure he wrung from my body…
I screamed my release, totally unselfconscious in the knowledge that we were in a hotel room, that we’d leave after this, and what the hell did I care who heard how good he made me feel?
I was underneath him now, and as the orgasm rolled through me, shivering and hot, I bucked my hips against him, fucking him hard… even as he kept holding back. I knew he was right on the edge, trying not to come too fast and interrupt my orgasm. His orgasms never lasted as long as mine, and I knew he wanted me to feel every last spark of pleasure that it was possible for me to feel.
I wanted that for him, too.
So I fucked him harder and faster, even as my orgasm faded into delicious, softer shivers. I went at it with such single-minded focus that he realized what I wanted, and he finally let go.
He planted one hand on my hip and squeezed as he buried himself in me, once, twice… and he came with a deep, rolling shudder. I felt his cock throb inside me as he ejaculated, and when I closed my eyes, just savoring the feeling, all I could see was a blur of light against black.
Falling.
I was totally falling for him.
This was deep, otherworldly connection. Unicorn-level shit.
Chemistry. Ashley and I had it.
We’d always had it…
I was drawn to him like the ocean tides were sucked toward the moon. I couldn’t help it.
His body sagged against me and he buried his face in my neck. “Holy Christ,” he whispered.
I sighed. “Nowthatwas the best birthday present ever.”
“You’re so fucking amazing,” he murmured into my neck.
And Ifelthis passion for me in those words.
I pushed him back so I could see his eyes. He looked into mine, and everything he was feeling was finally written all over his face. I could see his fear. Hope. Vulnerability.
