“Lucky me,” I say as I take the card from his hand. “Thank you.”
He grabs my hand and leads me to the elevators. We get to the fourth floor quickly.
“We’re this way,” Foster says. He puts his hand on my back and leads me to the right down a long hallway, stopping in front of his door. With his hands on my hips, he pulls me into him, and his warm honey eyes stare down at me.
His right hand slides behind my neck to cradle my head, and he drops his face close to mine. I go pliant in his arms when he presses his mouth to mine. I forget my name. Kissing Foster is an alluring combination of playfulness and passion. His lips caress mine until his teeth gently tug my bottom lip. I open, and he deepens the kiss, coating my tongue with his. He reluctantly pulls away. I let go of the front of his shirt that I have fisted in my hands and try to smooth away the wrinkles I made.
“Come inside? No pressure. I just want to hold you,” he begs.
Without hesitation, I agree and follow him into his room. I am determined to have no regrets this time, but is that possible?
I slowly open my eyes, and a sliver of light hits me in the face, making me squint. My brain gradually wakes up, and I determine I’m in an unfamiliar room with a furnace wrapped around me from behind. I turn my head to meet Foster’s sleepy eyes. His arm is thrown over my stomach, and our legs are intertwined.
“Good morning,” he says to me with a smile.
“Morning,” I mumble back, trying not to blow my morning breath into his face.
My memory of last night, of the kisses in the hallway, returns. Once we got inside the room, there was much more kissing and some wandering hands before Foster made us go to sleep. This morning, with me in his T-shirt and my panties and him in a pair of boxer briefs, he is too tempting now that my energy has been restored.
I turn around to face him. He pulls me into the cocoon of his arms and against his chest. I lay soft kisses across his chest and collarbone, smiling as I feel the vibration of his groan underneath my lips.
He nudges my chin up, but I stop him just before our lips meet. “My breath–”
“I don’t care. Do you think mine’s any better? I’ve waited years to have you back in my arms. Nothing will ruin this.”
If it doesn’t bother him, I’m not arguing.
Neither of us stops the kiss this time, which quickly turns heated with tongues battling and teeth nipping. I suck his bottom lip in my mouth before moving to his sharp jaw and down his throat. I nudge him onto his back, but he resists. I glare at him and press harder before he relents with a grin.
“Fine, have your way with me,” he settles on his back with his hands behind his head.
I smile up at him, “Oh, I will.”
I rain kisses down the ripped plain of his chest and abs. When I get to the band of his boxers, I run my tongue along the skin there and feel his muscles tense underneath me. Having this talented, fit man respond strongly to my touch is a rush.
I push his boxers down, and he works them off while I take his impressive erection in my hand.
“Fuck,” he sighs when I pump my hand up and down. He’s hard and hot in my hand. His breathing is harsh, and I smile before I bend down and take the head of his cock into my mouth. I swirl my tongue around and down the underside before taking his whole length down my throat as far as I can. When I hollow out my cheeks and suck, he bucks under me. His responses are getting me wet.
“Okay, that’s enough of that,” he groans. Before I register that he’s moving, I’m on my back with Foster’s flushed face above me.
He kisses me hard before dragging the t-shirt over my head and pulling my panties off. He spreads my thighs and goes in with his mouth, but I stop him with a hand on his forehead, “Next time. I need you inside me now.”
With lightning speed, he jumps off the bed and grabs his wallet. He pulls out the foil packet and rolls the condom on before returning to bed. I spread my legs for him and hold my breath while he thrusts inside, filling me all at once. We both sigh. The stretch of my walls around him makes me wince slightly.
“Are you okay?” he asks, concern on his face.
“Yeah, it’s just been a while,” I assure him.
“You want to stop?”
“Fuck, no.”
He grins and begins to move slowly. He’s so gentle, and it’s driving me crazy. He feels so good, but this will never get me where I need to be.
“Harder,” I prod him, squeezing him with my legs.
Instead of moving faster, he rolls himself off of me and lays on his back. “Since you want to be the boss,” he says with a smile and moves to pull me on top.
