Her hips and mine were made for this. She knows my body like no one else. She knows what I like. She pays attention to my reactions when she tries something new and she can make my body fucking sing.
And I'm always doing the same for her.
When we can't hold back anymore, we fall into oblivion together. My final surge is so deep. I'm pulsing into her and she's got me wrapped up tight in her own release.
When we separate, she grins at me, still panting. "I think I just fell in love with Grant."
I can't help but grin back. "I'm still a San Diego boy at heart, but I'm pretty sure Grant's my new favorite place on the planet. I fucking love it here. The shower sex is phenomenal. It even comes with oral, added bonus."
After we dry off, I lead her to the bed and kiss her once. The kiss is a promise of what's to come. "Lie down on your belly."
Without hesitation she does. She's so trusting. So open. So confident.
I crawl up the bed until I'm straddling her thighs and I lower myself down on her back. I'm supporting most of my weight with an arm resting on either side of her. "You are so beautiful."
Her cheek's resting on the comforter and she's looking at me out of the corner of her eye through her hair. I brush the hair back from her cheek. "You're nice," she says to accept the compliment.
I grind myself into her backside. "I'm also a beast in the sack."
"Is that a threat or a promise?" The chitchat is over. She means business.
"Oh, it's a promise. Close your eyes. I just want you to feel me, because I'm about to worship you." I kiss her cheek and then I begin the slow process of kissing and massaging every square inch of her back. She keeps her eyes closed and I know she's in the moment. When I lower my body over her again I focus all my attention on her ear and neck. Trailing kisses up and down. Nibbling, sucking, biting. My cock is nestled in the shallow crevice of her ass and I can't stop myself from initiating a little friction because it feels so damn good. In no time, my hips are rocking like I'm buried inside her. I slide my hand under her and she gasps when my fingers find the right spot.
"You're so fucking wet. I love it."
She answers, but not with words. She reaches around behind me and grabs ahold of my upper thigh and squeezes. Her nails dig in with need and desperation, a physical plea.
It's please.
And yes.
And now.
Right now.
I slip my hand out from under her and sit up. I'm planning out my next move and admiring her gorgeous body in the same assessment. Nudging her legs apart at her knees ignites the flame of arousal within me and I can't resist touching her again, slipping my fingers in and out. Her hips lift to meet the penetration. And the act of her engaging in her own pleasure, enhancing it, has me memorizing this visual so I can reference it later when we're apart. It's fantasy material.
"You sure you're ready for this?"
Her eyes are still closed as she rides out the rapture. "Yes," it's breathless.
I slip my fingers out and guide myself to her opening. "Keep your eyes closed." I nudge her with the tip and she moans. "I'm gonna make you feel so good." When I push into her she gasps and all I can say is, "Mmm ... " It's a contented hum deep in my chest. After the initial, crazy good shocking sensation passes I urge her, "Close your legs."
"But, you won't be able to—"
I cut her off before she finishes her counter, "Trust me. Yes, I will."
After I find a slow rhythm that works for both of us, I lie down over her back. I need my skin touching her skin. "I'm gonna go slow, because, damn this feels incredible, but when you're close you let me know because we're in this together."
"Okay, babe." It's the breathless answer of a fully engaged, satisfied partner.
We keep up the pace while I kiss her shoulders and back, occasionally telling her what I'm feeling, or how she makes me feel, or how I feel about her. I don't normally hold back, but having sex with her is like truth serum. I'm not censoring anything. It's all out there.
And then she says, "I'm so close, babe."
I reach down for her hands and twine them with mine and I bring them up to rest on the bed on either side of her head. "I've got you, sweetheart. I'm all yours."
She squeezes my hands and the pressure is all the confirmation I need, but she adds, "You're mine."
Everything's ramped up—the need, the passion, the attraction. I'm pounding into her now and she's asking for more. And more. With her legs held together there's so much friction and she's so tight. And everything in my world is so goddamn intense right now. All I want to do is please her. That's all I want. And the moment it happens and she buries her head in the comforter and starts chanting my name, that's all it takes. My name on her lips called out in pure ecstasy. And I'm saying her name like a prayer. "Scout. Scout. You're my world, Scout." And my release is like nothing I've ever experienced, it's like I'm strapped to a rocket and launched into the sky. It's fireworks and satisfaction and need and love.
Love.
So much love.
Wednesday, August 22
(Gus)
Ma answers on the first ring, which is strange. "Hi, honey."
"Hola, Ma. What's the news from the States today?" We're in Budapest. Last night of the tour. We go home early tomorrow. It's been great. The crowds have been great. The music's been great. But I'm ready to go home and rest. And eat some tacos. Lots of tacos.