Page 15 of Wild King
I know what she’s thinking, so I quickly work to banish the idea that I’m with someone else from her mind. Waving her in, I smile and explain, “You aren’t interrupting. I was on a call with someone from work. People have no respect for those of us who know how to have a good time. Speaking of that, I say we get back to doing just that.”
She sets her luggage down near the door and walks over to me. It’s oddly comfortable between us, but since I’ve never had this with a woman, I don’t know how to act.
“Are you sure it’s okay? You look…” For a moment, she stops but then says, “Uncomfortable.”
I shake my head at how wrong she is. “I was actually just thinking that what we have here together is really comfortable,especially considering we’re pretty much strangers who don’t even know one another’s names.”
That makes her roll her eyes. “I don’t think we can honestly call ourselves strangers anymore. Not after last night. And this morning. And everything in between.”
I slip my arms around her and pull her to me. “Maybe not, but we don’t know each other’s names. Still sounds like strangers to me.”
She runs her tongue across her lower lip and grins up at me. “Strangers who have great sex. I guess we could call ourselves by fake names. How does Jane and John sound?”
That sounds incredibly boring, but how important are names after all? For two people who enjoy one another, names mean nothing.
“Jane and John it is. Nice to meet you, Jane.”
“Nice to meet you, John. Nice villa you have here. I bet the pool is incredible,” she says with a chuckle.
“And the outdoor shower,” I add, remembering how good she felt this morning.
Running her hands down over my chest, she asks, “Were you able to get us a reservation for snorkeling?”
“One o’clock.”
She moves her hands a little further down to my waist and begins to unbutton my pants. With a twinkle in her eyes, she bites her lower lip and smiles. “Then I guess we have some time to do whatever we want.”
“I like the way you think.”
It doesn’t take us long before we’re naked and rolling around on that purgatorial sofa from last night. Somehow today, though, it doesn’t feel too bad, but then again, I’m more focused on her climbing onto my lap and riding my cock this morning.
“Mmmm…that feels good,” she moans as she takes all of me into that perfect cunt of hers.
I set my hands on her hips to keep her still, loving how good she feels. If this is how relationships are, I might have to change my opinion on them. They’ve always seemed like a huge pain in the ass, but this woman is making me think I was all wrong.
“Are we doing some tantric thing?”
The curiosity in her eyes tells me she isn’t being a smartass, so I shake my head and answer, “No. I’m not even sure I know what that is. I just wanted to take things slowly this time.”
Rolling her hips, she gives me a sinful smile. “Slow is good too.”
I doubt I can keep this at such a slow pace once we get going. Something about this woman makes my body kick into overdrive so I don’t want to take it easy.
For a few moments, I watch her ride me and wish our time together would never end. Christ, I’ve never thought that about anyone. Then again, sex has never been this good with any other woman before her.
It’s not just the sex, though. I’ve never felt this way when I’ve been with anyone else. She makes me smile, and I’ve been genuinely happy nearly every moment since I met her.
“What’s that dreamy look on your face about?” she asks with a smile, tearing me out of my thoughts.
I shake my head and shrug before lifting my hips off the sofa to thrust into her. “Nothing. Just enjoying the view.”
“Mmmm…me too. I never imagined I’d be here with someone. I was just coming here for a mini break from life,” she says before punctuating her statement with a sensual moan as she slides down the length of my cock and stops for a long moment.
Pulling her mouth to mine, I whisper against her lips, “Same. God, you feel so fucking good.”
I kiss her long and deep before she moans again and says, “I can say the same about you.”
Damnit, I really wish I could stay here forever with her. Sure, then we’d have to tell each other our real names and accept the reality that comes with both of us, but that could work, couldn’t it? It seems to work for millions of couples in this world, so why couldn’t it work for us?