It's my seventh stop on this book tour and I was sitting in bed, my laptop propped on my lap, in yet another hotel room, lost in my latest story, when I heard someone unlock and open my door. I looked up, terrified, to see him come through the door, a joyful smile on his mouth.
"What are you doing here?" I asked, tossing the laptop onto the bed and jumping into his arms, meeting his mouth with mine. His hands were everywhere, my ass, my hair, my back, everywhere. I wrapped my arms around his neck, trailing one hand through his hair, down his back. My body and mind screaming 'Touch me.'
"Mmmm, missed you. I saw your picture in a book store this morning, asked the manager which hotel you were in, made a few arrangements and bribed the desk jockey for the extra card. God, how I've missed you." His mouth was trailing hungry kisses over my face. He buried his face in my hair, nuzzled my neck with warm eager lips, breathed deep and sighed. "Were you working? Or were you thinking of me?" he asked with a grin.
"Since thinking of you and working are pretty much one and the same, both." I grinned back, taking in his face. Strong, slight Native American cast to his cheeks and brow, deep caramel pools, sparkling with good humor and a healthy dose of lust, thick brush of a moustache, scruff on his cheeks and jaw. A full bottom lip I just loved nibbling on. And since it was right there, I did, letting this light teasing kissing deepen into passionate, hot, hungry making out.
I could feel him hot beneath me and wanted him insanely, wanted him deep, hard, rough. I unbuttoned and slid his shirt from his chest, kneading his shoulders with urgent, needy fingers, scratching my short nails over his chest, leaving pink trails on his skin.
I felt his fingers sliding under the hem of my sleep shorts, finding my warm wetness, teasing along the slit, dampening it even more. He set me down on the desk as he toed his boots off, watching me with those heated amber eyes, panting with need, with hunger.
"You're all rumpled...hmmm, very sexy....ravished, that's how you look right now." He growled, making me grin devilishly.
"That's how I feel right now, ravished and hungry to be ravished some more and then..." I said, sliding my fingers along the waist of his jeans, finding the button, flipping it open, quick and easy. I pressed my palm against the hard outline of his cock, as I slid down the zipper, stroking him through the denim, hearing his groan when I slid my hand inside, around his shaft, feeling its heated silken skin, throbbing in my fist. He lifted my thighs, pointing his head to my soaking hole, stroking it between my sodden lips, teasing me, making me growl, making him laugh. "I want you....oh, so deep in me..."
"Hmm, soon enough love. I want you limp..."
"Last time..." I began.
"Last time, forget that. This time...mmm, feel that?" His head dipping just inside, like poking your pinkie finger into a bottle top, sliding down and up between my lips, dipping in again, over and over, building my already blazing body into molten volcanic, bubbling heat. His thumb sliding over my clit, sending my cunt muscles fluttering. "Look at me." I met his eyes, seeing his control, seeing myself in his eyes as he filled me, as he watched me go blind.
