69. Lily

69

Lily

He didn’t even bother to put me down. He walked with me still wrapped around him towards the nearest hotel. He didn’t lower me to talk to the desk clerk or to sign the guest register. Nor even when we walked up two flights of stairs because the elevator was out.

Only when we got inside our room did he set me gently down on my feet. The room was tiny—made even smaller by Bull’s huge size—and basic as hell, just a bed, a TV, and a bathroom. It was made for backpackers, not amorous couples. But it was safe and warm and dry and he was there, and that was all that mattered.

He pulled me into the bathroom, wrapped his arms around my soaking body from behind, and said, “Shower or tub?”

He was right—my body was numb with cold and even his big, warm form was chilled. “Tub,” I said decisively. I twisted gently out of his grip and cranked the hot water on full, then dumped in the whole little bottle of bath foam. As the tub filled with steaming water and suds, I started to peel off my clothes, wincing as I pulled the cold, clinging fabric from my skin. Behind me, I heard Bull doing the same. But I didn’t turn around to watch. I wanted to get the full effect.

Only when my panties hit the floor and I was completely naked did I turn around, shivering and wrapping my arms around myself for warmth. Bull was standing there, the top of his hat close to brushing the ceiling, his body damp and hard and perfect.

I glanced down at myself. It was the first time I’d been naked in front of him since the skinny dipping. And for the first time, I wasn’t self-conscious. I didn’t have to wonder if he liked my body. I knew . And, if I needed any confirmation, I saw his cock swell and steadily rise until the tip of it brushed my thigh. A deep, smoldering heat started to throb through me. I towed him over to the tub.

I was so cold that the water felt scalding on my toes. But I bravely stuck my whole foot in and then, wincing, I lowered in my ass and then the rest of me. As I hunkered down, the water closed over my shoulders, I groaned with relief, feeling the heat soak into me and my shivers start to die down.

I allowed myself a few seconds of shameless indulgence with my whole body immersed before I scooched forward and allowed Bull to climb in behind me. He would have stood there waiting for me all morning if I’d wanted him to, too tough to complain about the cold. But when he climbed in and warmed his chilled limbs, he gave the same groan of relief I had.

Bull wrapped his arms around me and slid my ass back along the tub towards him, until my back was against his chest. He scooped up handfuls of water and used them to warm the parts of me that were out of the water, including my hair. Those huge palms smoothed over my chilled scalp again and again, until my brain was drunk on the feel of him, until I had to tear myself from his grip, twist around like an eel on his chest, and kiss him hard.

That started something. My wet breasts were against his pecs, nipples hardening against the firm muscle. My legs were between his powerful thighs and I could feel the hard length of his cock against my stomach. He chewed lightly on my lower lip and I groaned, my hands tracing the shape of his biceps.

He lifted me up his body a little. The shaft of his cock slid down my stomach, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. Then it slipped between my thighs.

He pushed me back down his body and I felt the silken head kiss the lips of my sex. I stiffened, looking up at him with huge eyes. “Not here,” I said my voice tight with need. “On the bed.”

He growled in frustration but then nodded. If we tried it in the bath, with Bull’s size and strength, we’d likely break the tub. Or make it fall through the ceiling to land in the lobby.

We climbed out and almost ran to the bed. I hurled a few towels down just before we got there, because I’m practical that way. Then we were diving onto the bed, our wet bodies leaving damp imprints on the towels, me giggling and him panting with need as he rolled me over onto my back.

He buried his head in the side of my neck, nuzzling and kissing and tickling me there all at the same time and I descended into giggles again. Then it changed as he moved lower, his mouth following the shape of my breasts, his lips closing hard on my nipples until I arched and moaned under him.

He used his hands to squeeze my breasts together and pushed his face between them, licking the soft valley, his thumbs working over my hardened nipples. Then he worked his way lower: down over my stomach, down through the little curls of dark hair, down to—

I grasped the sheets with both hands, gathering them and twisting them as he kissed me there. He nudged my thighs apart and ran the very tip of his tongue along the dark line where my lips met. He went slow, my whole body became still as I focused entirely on his movements. I had to breathe in time with his licks, it was so intense. I thought I’d never see him again!

I closed my eyes and gave myself up to it. The heat of his breath on my moistened flesh. The touch and then press and then entry of his tongue. The way his lips brushed and then captured my super-sensitive clit. The size of him, hulking between my thighs, only made his gentleness more intense.

And then it became not gentle. As I started to writhe and thrash under him, he used his arms to lock me down to the bed, forcing me to accept the pleasure. His lips and tongue moved faster, working up to a rhythm I couldn’t hope to fight. I threw back my head, eyes closed and mouth open, panting out my ecstasy as he fucked me with his mouth, stroking my throbbing bud again and again and—

I came, arching my back so hard that all my weight was on my shoulders and feet, my groin pressed hard against his mouth. Waves of pleasure rippled down me as I rocked against him. When my legs started to tremble and give way, he shoved his hands under my ass and held me there, licking and teasing me through a second peak and a third.

When I collapsed on the bed I was as weak and limp as a newborn foal. He brushed the hair from my damp forehead and smiled down at me. It was some seconds before I could get enough air into my lungs to kiss him. But when I did, it was sweet and wonderful, without any of the fear and tension that had been in the background before. We were going to be together forever. Nothing could part us, now.

It was only when I’d recovered that I became aware of the hot press of his cock against my inner thigh. A new throb of heat started up. I slowly opened my legs for him….

But he shook his head. “Turn over,” he growled, a wicked look in his eye.