body has been waiting for him, open and ready. His cock goes deep inside me. I can feel his full length. He’s right there, stroking that part of me.
I’m still on my hands and knees, rocking back and forth as he begins a rhythmic plowing. He reaches around so he can continue stroking my clit. His body arches over mine. He moves my hair out of the way so his mouth is stuck to my ear. I can hear his wild groans with every thrust. I’m moaning and quivering, rolling my hips to match his rhythm.
Then he starts thrusting harder. His grip on me, his touch on my clit—they’re so strong, so protective. He has me in his possession, and he knows what I like. He fucks me hard in those last moments before we release together.
I push myself into him, groaning and crying out with pleasure as my body erupts. I can feel his fingers digging into my flesh as he keeps me in place. His cock throbs inside me. Big and full. Then I feel the pressure of his release. The shooting of his seed as he fills me up.
I have never felt this content. I can’t think. My mind is blocked. The only thing I know is the pleasure my body feels. I don’t want him to let go.
But he does. It’s over. Kirk pulls himself out of me, and I collapse to the floor. My body is hot and sizzling against the coolness of the marble.
Kirk hovers over me when I roll over to face him. He reaches down to touch me again. I reach for his chest. He’s damp. I love the sharp scent of his sweat in the air. I want more. I want to live in it. What is happening to me? Am I falling for him?
I’m afraid of my own emotions.
Kirk weaves his fingers through my hair gently and then squares his shoulders as he breathes heavily.
“We should order some food,” he says with a smile.
Kirk orders champagne and elaborate room service.
I’ve found a silky robe that I’ve wrapped around myself, while he is in his pants. We have spent the past hour gorging on the food and drinking the champagne. He has been telling me all about his daredevil adventures around the world, and I can’t help but be amazed by how exciting and adventurous his life sounds.
I manage to catch my breath after laughing at the story of how he had to chase after a monkey in a crowded bazaar in India when it stole his backpack.
I stretch out on the couch. My robe has flipped open a little, revealing my body. Kirk is sitting in a chair across from me, slurping the flesh of an oyster down his throat. He puts the shell down and looks me over.
“What?” I ask, blushing.
“Nothing, I’m just admiring you.”
I run my fingers down between my cleavage, just to tease him a little.
“I can’t believe you’re single, that a man hasn’t snatched you up yet.”
I keep the smile on my face but I sigh.
“Well, I went through kind of a bad breakup some months ago, and I’m not sure if I’ve recovered from it yet.” It’s a lie because I’ve definitely recovered from it. I don’t feel anything for Chase, especially not since I’ve met Kirk. But I don’t think either of us are ready for that conversation yet.
We’re just having fun, right?
“That’s another thing I can’t believe. That someone wouldn’t treat you right,” he says.
“It was complicated.”
“It’s really quite simple. You deserve it,” he says.
I lift the champagne glass to my lips and take a sip. I can feel my desire for him rising again. I want him. More. Again. I’ll never stop wanting him. He is perfect.
My cheeks flush, and I look away.
Kirk is watching me.
“I am having an amazing time with you, Kim. I’m glad we did this,” he says.
I nod. I’m so happy he is saying this!
“I am glad too.”
He gets up and comes towards me. He pulls me into his arms and kisses me again as we slide down to the floor.
I roll on top of him as he stretches out on the rug. His hands slip in under my robe. He kisses my neck. I kiss his shoulders. We can’t get enough of each other. I’m naked under the robe. He grabs my ass and squeezes, pushing me further into himself so I can feel the hardness of his cock.
I lift my head up to look at him,