and he rubs his thumbs on my cheeks, holding my face.
“We’ve had a long day today; we should get some sleep, don’t you think?” he asks.
I nod and smile but my hand travels down to feel his cock. When I bite down on my lip, he growls with pleasure. I start stroking him. I’m on fire. I know he can’t deny me.
“Do you see what you’re doing to me?” he groans into my ear as he pushes me back on the rug. His body covers me while I continue to stroke him, gentle and slow. There’s no rush.
“I thought you wanted to go to sleep,” I say with a chuckle as his hands find my knees. He’s going to push my legs up so he can enter me.
“I don’t think I’ll ever sleep again,” he replies as he thrusts himself in.
18
Kirk
We have an afternoon flight to catch the next day.
I wake up in bed, wrapped up in her. I have an arm protectively across her breasts; her head is positioned carefully in the space between my face and shoulder. Her hair is spread all around us. We fell asleep like this, talking and laughing, sharing stories.
Yesterday was amazing. I’m still reeling from all the sensations of it. Last night when she asked me to tell her about all my adventures, she kept saying how uninteresting her life was in comparison.
I wish I had the words to explain to her how interesting I find her. How I want to get to know everything I can about her.
I kiss her cheek, and Kim flutters her eyelids open.
“Good morning, sleepyhead,” I say and run a hand over her body under the covers. She moans lazily and wraps an arm around my neck, hauling herself up towards me so she can kiss my lips.
“What time is it? How much time do we have before the flight?” she asks, sitting up.
“It’s still pretty early.”
She sits up in bed beside me, and we smile at each other. I wonder if her mind is going through all the images from yesterday too, like looking at a film reel. I can’t believe I have spent all these years of my adult life without experiencing a connection like this with someone.
“So…this is it, then? Back to reality in a few hours,” she declares.
I search her eyes for some evidence of remorse. Does this make her sad? Is she upset? Does she want to extend our short-lived vacation? But Kim continues to smile. I should have known she is prepared for this weekend to end.
“Back to reality, yeah, but it doesn’t mean the end of everything,” I say.
Kim nods, pulling the sheets up around herself.
“No, it’s not the end,” she agrees.
“I don’t want our work-relationship to be affected. I don’t know if I can get anything done at the office without you.”
She keeps nodding. I still don’t detect any kind of sadness.
“Don’t worry, Mr. Silvers; I’m not going to quit my job.”
“Mr. Silvers?” I say with a laugh. She smiles.
“Well, Kirk, I know what we were getting into. I’m not going to complicate things for either of us, you don’t have to worry.”
But what if I want things to be complicated? What if I don’t want to simply forget about our time together?
“I have somewhere to go before we leave Las Vegas,” I say. “So you should get ready.”
“You want me to come?”
“Yes, I need you to come,” I tell her.
Kim gracefully gets off the bed and walks towards the bathroom, dragging the sheets along with her. I watch her walk. So beautiful, so perfect. I don’t know how I’m going to return to normal life without wishing I could wake up to this scene every morning.
I’m not a man who gifts jewelry to women often. I had to do a little research to find the store I wanted to take her to.
Our chauffeur drives us to it, and when Kim steps out of the car, she is stunned when she sees the Cartier sign.
“What are we doing here?” she asks as I take her hand.
“I wanted to get you something to commemorate this weekend,” I tell her.
She seems a little apprehensive as I guide her into the store.
“Kirk, we don’t have to do this. I’m not expecting any gifts from you,” she says. I can hear the nervousness in her voice. She tugs at my hand, and I flip around to face her sternly.
I yank her hand to my chest, forcing her to look up at me.
“Will you stop