“Any time. Remember. I don’t break easily.”
And he liked it slow… but not too slow. I positioned myself and sank into him until his breath hitched. I waited for him to adjust, to give me a sign he was okay for me to continue.
“Please.”
I pulled back, shivering at the friction, took a breath, and pressed in, out, in… We fell into a rhythm of unspoken signs, filling the room with echoes of our lust.
His moans told me when to speed up or slow down. The tension between his shoulder blades tightened when I went too slow and loosened when I hit him just right. The way he clenched his hands, itching to rub himself but waiting for the right moment.
As I lost myself to the rhythm, I leaned forward, panting, moaning against his hot, clammy skin. The moment I lost control, he pushed back, took over, and I forgot who was fucking who. My system whited out as I came; he came—perhaps not in that order…
We sagged sideways, still connected, his ass’s rhythmic clenching sending sparks through my system.
Sam put a hand on my hip to stop me from sliding out. “Not yet,” he said, his voice hoarse, shaky. “Please.”
Wrapping my hand around the base of my cock, I kept the condom in place, letting him enjoy the moment until my cock softened and I couldn’t wait any longer. “I…”
He squeezed my hip and moved off me, giving me space to knot the condom—shimmering softly with leftover energy—and wipe my hands on the towel. I hesitated afterward, unsure if he wanted me to touch him, but not ready for him to leave.
“Cuddling after sex. Yes or no?” Sam asked, glancing at me through half-lidded eyes.
“Yes.” Please.
His smile widened. “Maybe we should shed the towel. I’m not lying in a wet spot.”
I tugged it out from under me and pushed it aside. Relief flooded my system when he shuffled back into my arms—his back against my chest—and turned his head to capture my mouth in a lopsided kiss. “That…” he muttered against my lips, “…was incredible.”
“Youwere incredible.”
Resting his head on my arm, he threw me a breathtaking smile. The warmth of his body—damp and sticky against mine—soothed me. I held him tight and kissed the nape of his neck, his wet hair tickling my nose. He smelled of sweat, sex, espresso, and a hint of citrus.
My brain quieted as we lay together, our breathing the only sounds… until Sam’s stomach growled.
“Sorry. I grabbed some leftover snacks after my shift, but it’s been a while.”
I loosened my grip, but he put his hands over my arms and shook his head. “No. Don’t. I don’t want this to end yet.”
Neither did I. It felt good to hold him like this, even if my arm was starting to tingle. I didn’t care. I wanted this contented quietness in my head to last, wanted to savor the smell of him, of us together.
But it couldn’t last. Human bodies and their needs were stubborn, insistent, and there came a point where Sam could no longer ignore his.
He grumbled as he pushed himself up on his knees and shuffled off the bed, but not without kissing me first. I stared at the ceiling as he disappeared into the bathroom, nerves already crawling through my system about the talk we promised we’d have.
“So…” Sam leaned against the wall, still naked—sending a thrill through my system—clothes draped over his arms. “Are you comfortable with me calling room service?”
I frowned. “Why wouldn’t I be?” Unless… “You don’t want Layla to know about… us? This?”
Sam snorted. “That woman is way too perceptive not to have caught on.” He pushed away from the wall and sat on the edge of the bed. “I’ll rephrase. Are you comfortable with me eating in front of you?”
Oh. That’s what he meant. It was sweet of him to ask. I smiled. “Of course. Though, I’m not up for an espresso right now.”
“Unless they allow me to make it myself, I’m never drinking espresso in this hotel.”
The insulted expression on his face made me laugh. “Order whatever you want.”
“You’ll regret that,” Sam said with a wink, but his order of Steak Frites didn’t seem excessive. “Bethany would lecture me on the lack of veggies, but I can always raid the fridge for a salad later.”
He rose and grabbed his clothes. “I’d better get dressed before my food arrives.”
