Page 30 of Saving Breely
The green display read 9:58 am.
He groaned. Checkout in one hour. Barely enough time to make love once more, clean up and check out of the hotel.
He could call the desk and ask for a later checkout, but that would require moving away from Breely’s delicious body and waking her.
She had to be exhausted. They’d fallen asleep around midnight, woke up to make love near two and then again at five. He smiled at what was left of the accordion of condoms. They’d made a dent in the number. But they could do more if he woke her now.
He didn’t have the heart when she’d been through so much the day before.
Breely stretched out her leg, draping it over his thigh, her bottom rubbing against his rock-hard cock.
Her hand slid behind her back and captured his shaft. “Again?”
“Not unless you want to. I wake up this way, especially when I’m with a beautiful woman.” He caressed her hip.
She rolled over and snuggled against his chest. “What time do we have to check out?” Her voice was husky with sleep and sexy as hell, making his erection even harder, if that was possible.
“Eleven.” He pressed kisses to her forehead and eyelids. “Unless I call and ask for a late checkout.”
She leaned up, glanced over his shoulder at the clock and dropped back to the pillow. “We have time.”
Thirty minutes later, they were still in bed, naked and sated. Breely from her release during foreplay. Both from riding hard and fast, and culminating in simultaneous climaxes.
In Moe’s book, it didn’t get better than that.
For a woman who wasn’t very experienced with making love, Breely caught on quickly and tried things she thought he might like.
“Where did you learn to do that?” he’d asked at one point.
She’d blinked at him with unholy innocence. “I read a lot.”
He’d laughed out loud at the comment and her sad attempt at being completely naïve. She might not have participated in gratuitous sex, but she’d read enough to know a little about effective methods of stimulation.
“What book?” he’d asked.
“The Kama Sutra, of course.”
Now, she rested her head in the crook of his arm, her hand on his chest, which was rising and falling with each of his breaths as if her hand were a part of him, moving to the rhythm of his body,
“We really should get moving,” Breely said. “I’d like to go back to my apartment sometime today and salvage whatever I can.”
“You want the bathroom first?” he asked.
“No.” She gently dug the tips of her fingers into his skin. “I want both of us in the bathroom at the same time.” She tossed aside the sheet and swung her legs over the side of the bed. “I’ve never showered with a man. I’ve been skinny dipping in a creek but never shared a proper shower with a man.”
Moe stood, rounded the end of the bed and scooped her up into his arms. She was light and easy to carry into the bathroom, where he sat her bare bottom on the counter.
She squealed. “Cold!”
He smacked her thigh. “Good. Maybe you will cool off while I get the temperature right.” Moe stepped into the shower, turned on the water and adjusted the heat.
When he turned back to Breely, she sat with her legs spread wide, her fingers sliding between her folds. Her gaze met his, sending a wave of super-nova heat flooding throughout her. “I don’t want to cool off…” She sucked in a sharp breath as she touched her slit. “Yes. Yes. There it is.” She flung back her head and closed her eyes, her hips rocking with her self-induced release.
What Breely was doing to herself brought Moe’s flagging staff to immediate attention. Her cheeks had twin spots of color, and her eyelids sank to half-mast, giving her an expression of raw, unbridled lust. Moe curled his hands into tight fists to keep from grabbing Breely and thrusting deep inside her where she sat perched on the counter. He wanted her to have her climax and ride it to the end.
He tried counting to ten to calm his racing pulse, made it to three and stalked toward her.
Her lips curled into a sexy smile. “Took you long enough.” She rested her hands on his hips, guiding him in.