South Beach: Hot in the City (6 page)

When they’d first encountered each other, she’d been so sure she could fool around with him without feeling anything—but the plain truth she kept trying to avoid was…she felt a
lot
. Too much. And she
had
to turn him down now—she
had
to. Somehow she almost feared her very soul depended on it.
Say no now and maybe you can make a clean getaway from this weekend without missing him too much when it’s over, without feeling too much of that ancient sensation of colossal loss from ten years ago.

And yet…she wanted him. Madly. Wildly. She wanted to feel her skin hot against his. She craved having his hard cock back inside her—in fact, if she was honest with herself, she’d been aching for that ever since her orgasm today in the ocean. Orgasms were great, but there was nothing like being well and truly fucked, deep and hard.

And it’s only sex, right?
She was
good
at only sex. She’d
come here
good at only sex; she could get her edge back and be good at it
again
. And it would be…the ultimate victory. Not only over
him
now, but also over herself.

“Fair enough,” she finally said, though her voice came out in little more than a whisper. And for a fleeting, frightening moment, she feared she’d just made the wrong decision.

But then she took another sip of her wine and tried to let it gird her.
I can do this. I can fuck him and not care. And then those old demons will never haunt me again.

By the time Trey led Holly to the hotel’s most luxurious suite on the top floor, it was all he could do not to rip her clothes off. Just looking at her pretty eyes, her full lips, all through dinner, had kept his desire at a fever pitch. Of course, maybe part of it was remembering all they’d done together just since yesterday, but deep inside, he knew it was more than that. It was more than discovering Holly’s wild sexual lifestyle. It was more than the excitement of shared lust.

It was about…the past. About the fact that he’d never dreamed he’d be with her again, and now, here they were. It was about all those old, buried emotions coming fully back to life—same as if he’d taken a pressed rose out of a book and seen it burst into full bloom. And he was going to make damn good and sure Holly felt all that, too, in a way she couldn’t deny.

And as heated up as he was, as hungry as he felt, he knew he had to go slowly now. He had to go slowly, make them both feel every touch, every look. He wanted them both to savor every moment. He wanted the experience to change them both forever.

As he opened the suite’s double doors, he thought about showing her around the place—it was pretty lavish—but just as quickly, he realized that nothing between these walls could even remotely compare to the pleasure he wanted to bring her, right now.

So when she walked to the French doors that led to the wide balcony, he followed her out onto it. He pressed his palm to the small of her back as she took in the view. Of course, it was dark out, the sun having long since disappeared, but the sky twinkled with stars, more than he thought he could usually see from here given the proximity to the Miami city lights.

“We used to look at the stars a lot,” he reminded her.

“Because it was free,” she said on a laugh, remembering. Both of them had needed to save most of the money they’d made that summer, but the beach itself had been the perfect playground, both day and night.

“Not a bad show for free,” he pointed out.

And she agreed.

That was when he reached up to draw her blond locks off her shoulder to lower a feather-light kiss to her tender neck. And when she sighed, and even trembled a little at the same time, he took a bit of masculine pride in knowing he could still make her feel something that simple so much.

He closed his hands over her hips as he delivered another soft kiss to the same spot, then another, and another. Holly’s head bent to one side, allowing him easier access, and he could hear nothing but their breathing. Soon, he rained still more tender kisses down over her bare shoulder and then onto the back of it. He suffered the sensation of wanting to kiss her
everywhere
.

He couldn’t remember the last time he’d wanted to be this gentle and slow with someone, but then—wait—maybe he could. It had been ten years ago—with her. Maybe she’d been trying to shock him, scare him, with those tidbits about her sexual exploits, but he wasn’t the kind of guy to judge someone and he didn’t care about any of that. What he cared about was Holly the person, the woman. And he wanted her to know it.

Finally, she turned in his arms to kiss him back, and he felt the simple move deep inside—she wanted this, too. And he knew—
knew
—it had to be more than just sex for her. Otherwise, that first little kiss would never have made her tremble. And her arms wouldn’t be locking quite so tightly around his neck right now. He pulled her close, moved his mouth over hers, felt his hardened cock press into that softest spot between her legs.

They kissed that way for a long time, Trey delivering tender touches, skimming his fingertips down her back, up her arms. The kisses stayed slow, deep, his tongue pressing into her mouth—and as much as he was dying to fuck her, one more thing he couldn’t remember: the last time he’d simply kissed a woman for so long and taken so much pleasure in it.

Finally, though, he needed more. And he knew she did, too. But he still didn’t want to rush. In fact, it made him a little angry at himself remembering that he hadn’t even seen her breasts until today on the beach, and so now he reached up behind her neck and gently pulled the tie that held her sundress in place. When it loosened in front, he stepped back just far enough to draw the fabric down over her tits, putting them on display between them. And just like earlier, out on the sand, he was struck by how gorgeous they were—medium size and pert, the pink nipples beaded and slightly upturned.

“Oh honey,” he murmured, taking them in. And then he bent to lightly flick his tongue over one beautifully taut peak.

Despite the heat, she shivered, and he fell for her all the more.

After that, he took turns kissing and licking each perfect breast as Holly ran her hands through his hair and, above, sighed her pleasure. She leaned back against the balcony railing as he delivered the ministrations, slow and thorough, and knew she was feeling each little lick all the way to her core.

Of course, soon he wanted to kiss and lick other places, too. So he dropped to his knees and slid his hands up under her dress, his touch grazing its way over her knees and up her smooth thighs.

This time when she let out a breath of pleasure, he found himself smiling up at her—and she smiled back. And while those smiles were laced with sex and lust and naughtiness, he knew they were also colored by…comfort. The familiar. Being with her was new…and yet not. It was like being with her now, here, in the present, but also like being with her back in the past as well.

“You want to sit down, fishie?” he murmured, thinking she might be able to more fully relax and enjoy what he was about to do if she was comfortable.

“All right,” she whispered easily, sounding to him so much like the eighteen-year-old version of herself that he knew she’d be angry if she realized it. She seemed so determined to have left her girlhood behind, but what he’d told her was true: He could still see vestiges of that girl inside her—she was just more grown up now, bolder, braver, more confident, and sexy as hell.

She stepped around him to a chair situated next to a small breakfast table, pulling it out to face him, then taking a seat. And he wasted no time turning toward her on his knees and smoothing his palms up her thighs once more beneath the dress. “Lift up,” he said when he encountered lace, and when she raised, he silently drew her panties down and off, over the strappy heels she’d put back on after leaving the beach restaurant.

And then, just as he was about to spread her legs, she did it
for
him, and in one audacious move lifted them over the chair’s small arms, raising her hem at the same time to put her pussy boldly and incredibly on display.

Damn, she was hot. As he looked into the parted pink folds of her cunt, the skin around it smooth and bare, a rush of arousal like none he’d ever known overtook him.
But be cool here. You still want to keep this slow, unhurried.
And so after meeting her eyes for one brief moment, he pressed his hands to her inner thighs and leaned in to swirl his tongue directly around her clit.

She cried out softly and the heated sounds echoed all through him as he concentrated on licking and laving every nook and cranny of her perfect pink pussy. Above him, she sighed and whimpered and moaned, her breath catching at times, and he glanced up to see her head dropped back, mouth open in what appeared to be near-ecstasy. He thought he’d never enjoyed going down on a woman as much as he was enjoying this, now, with her—it even surpassed times when they’d been together before. Maybe because this felt like coming full circle. Or maybe because he knew in his heart that even as they shared some hot and dirty pleasures, at the same time he was breaking through her defenses, bit by scintillating bit.

He never rushed, just continued loving the taste of her feminine juices, drinking in her every sound of delight, feeling the warmth and softness of her most intimate flesh around his mouth, face. But soon enough she was murmuring, “Oh God, yes…almost…almost.”

And as the orgasm went blasting through her, it felt almost like all he could do not to come himself, even with no stimulation to his dick at all. Her cries of pleasure rained down on him, all heat and loss-of-control, rolling through him like thunder.

When finally her body stilled, relaxing back in the chair, he rose to press one lone kiss to the rounded flesh beside a pointed mauve nipple, and said, “You are fucking delicious.”

And when she looked down on him, he saw again the girl she used to be. All caught up in passion, in the connection it brought. Her blue eyes looked wild and desperate and even a bit sad as she said, “Will you fuck me now, Trey? Please?”

“Of course I will, baby.” He was more than happy to give her what she needed.

As Holly pushed to her feet, though, Trey began to be the one feeling impatient, and he scooped her up into his arms, clearly catching her off guard but making her laugh at the same time. Then he carried her back through the open French doors and to the king-size bed that faced a wide glass window. Trey happened to know that in the morning, they’d wake up to a spectacular view out that window, and though tonight it only let in the darkness and a glimpse of the moon, who cared since what really mattered would be happening in the bed.

Holly lay on her back, her dress still half off and completely rumpled, watching impatiently as he shed his shirt and then hurried to undo his pants. Yeah, he’d been taking this slow and leisurely up to now, but he couldn’t fight the urgency any longer. “Why don’t you get rid of that dress, fishie?” he told her as he shed his clothes. “It’s pretty and all, but I like what’s underneath it more.”

With a sparkle in her eye, she worked at removing the dress, soon tossing it aside, and by the time he joined her on the bed they were both naked and breathing hard. “Please hurry,” she told him. “I want you in me, now.”

Holly had completely lost control, lost
herself
, to Trey. All she could think of was how much she wanted him. In a different way than she’d ever wanted any other man. She simply needed their bodies to connect—and she needed their souls to connect just as desperately.

Her pussy ached even as he turned her onto her side, positioning himself behind her. And—oh Lord—she remembered. This was how they’d done it when they were young. Yes, other ways, too, and missionary position for a while in the beginning—but soon they’d discovered they both loved it this particular way and it had become their “usual.”

And as Trey situated his wonderfully large erection at her opening, then plunged it inside, she was reminded exactly
why
this had been their favorite way to fuck. She’d always felt him deeper that way, especially on that initial entry. Now it jolted her body and forced a sound of pleasure from her throat. And yes, he’d fucked her from behind on the beach, but this particular position—lying down like this—was what brought back those intense recollections. And sure, she’d done it with plenty of other guys this way, too, but…she couldn’t say why, yet with Trey, she truly felt the power of his cock more than with anyone else. And somehow it felt…special, like the ultimate joining of two bodies, and like…well, something she hadn’t experienced in a very long time.

As he plunged into her wetness over and over, she found herself peering out the wide window a few feet away, but given the darkness outside, what she actually saw was…a reflection of
them
, moving together. It turned her on all the more to witness their naked bodies together, writhing and undulating in perfect rhythm. She watched Trey’s hand as it molded to her bare hip, then later closed over her breast, first kneading and then tweaking the nipple between his fingers. She saw the power behind his strokes as their bodies jerked slightly at each deep impact. And then she spied…her own expression, brimming with lust and pleasure…and something else, too, something she just didn’t quite want to let herself put a name to. But she felt it deeply. And she couldn’t find the strength to push it away.

Don’t think. Just don’t think.

Through the still-open French doors the sound of ocean waves echoed upward, and she let herself concentrate on that, and on the glorious sensation of being fucked by her first love, and nothing else.

She wasn’t sure how long they did it. There were moments when they changed positions. At one point, he put her on her hands and knees and pounded into her relentlessly hard. And then, for a while, they lay face to face, him moving in her more deeply and slowly, just like when they’d first made love the summer she’d been eighteen. Eventually, though, he turned her back on her side and re-entered her that way—the very move forcing from her yet another lustful groan of pleasure—and he fucked her hard, hard, hard, driving every thought from her brain until finally he said, “Oh God, I’m gonna come, Holly, I’m gonna come in you,” and then he did. The strokes were so unbelievably powerful that she thought she almost felt his climax as much as he did.