Just a Touch: A Heartthrob Hotel Novella
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I let her guide my cock toward her clit and she begins to rub herself, sparking ripples of pleasure through my body.
“Never,” she says, moaning.
I brace my arms to hold myself up, allowing her to rub herself for as long as she wants. After a minute, her body starts twitching as she nears climax and I can’t help but lower down a little to taste the heavenly moans on her tongue.
Then, she stops rubbing and quickly guides my cock to her entrance. I stiffen as my cock head slips inside of her but I don’t fuck her just yet. I wait, loving every slow second of it as she purposefully guides me deeper.
“Fuck.” She bites her lip. “You feel so good.”
I laugh. “You’re not too bad yourself.”
I thrust slowly, filling her to the hilt and watching the pleasure wash over her face. Her fingers dig into my sides, bracing herself as I rock my hips a little faster. We kiss again, completely losing ourselves in each other as flashes of our future take over my thoughts.
Jen and I have spent so much time together, traveling around just the two of us. I worked. She played. She wandered to places she’d never been before, taking pictures and writing her travel books until I came back to our room. On days off, we’d wander together and catch up on ten years of memories we never got the chance to create before.
And dreaming of what the next ten years will bring.
My wife. And my child. Traveling around just the three of us.
Or finally hitting the pause button and settling down in a nice house somewhere to watch our child grow up.
I’m excited to find out which path we choose.
“Graham,” Jen says, sounding oh-so-sweet beneath me. “Come with me.”
My groin tightens. “Keep talking to me like that and I might beat you to it,” I joke, our lips still entwined.
She hums as her breath quickens. “You like it when I talk dirty?”
I try to hold on, feeling my loins throb even more with each deep thrust. “Fuck, yes…”
Jen raises her knees and hooks her high heels behind my back. “Don’t stop, Graham,” she moans. “I’m so close.”
I pin her wrist to the bed. “Jenny…”
Her lips curl. “Keep fucking my warm… tight…”
“Jenny.”
“Pussy.”
The word sends me over and I come hard, expelling a twisted laugh from deep in my gut. Jen laughs with me between quick, sharp gasps as we come together. I stop thrusting, holding myself deep inside of her until I’m completely spent and I collapse to rest my head on her shoulder.
Jen runs her fingers through my hair and kisses my forehead. “God, I love unprotected sex,” she coos, her pulse still thumping wild.
I laugh, catching my breath. “I’m certainly enjoying it.”
She pats my shoulder. “Take a few minutes. We’ll go again.”
I roll off her to lie on the pillow. “At least let me eat my welcome cookies first.”
“Oh—! Get me one!” Jen stays on her back and hugs her knees against her chest. “And bring my champagne, too.”
I sit up, throwing my feet to the floor. “Yes, master.”
She coos. “I like the sound of that one.”
I let my pants slip off as I walk across the suite. I kick them off my ankles, leaving me completely buck as I pick up our champagne glasses and fish the blue tin out of the gift basket.
“And my phone!” She points toward her suitcase. “I told Dad I’d text him once we made it.”
I spin toward the door, leaning down to unzip the front pouch where she usually keeps it. “It’s kind of adorable that you still update your parents every time we land,” I say with a laugh.
“That’s what happens when your daughter marries the bad boy.”
“It’s been two years.”
She shrugs. “He’s protective.”
I smile, letting it go as I place her champagne on the bedside table near her head and drop her phone onto the bed beside her. She scoops it up, quickly rattling off a text message and hitting send before I even make my way over to my side of the bed again.
“And done,” she says as she trades her phone for her champagne glass. “It’s cookie time.”
I settle beside her and pull the golden ribbon free. Jen sits up, taking a sip of her drink and snatching the first cookie off the top before I can.
She bites into it and instantly moans. “How do they make them taste the same in every country?” she asks.
“Those strict Botsford standards,” I say, chewing on my own cookie as I gesture at myself. “You’re welcome.”
Jen pauses to lick the crumbs off her lips. “Hey, Graham…”
“Yes, Jen?”
“Do I…” She hesitates. “Never mind.”
I nudge her hip. “What’s up? Do you what?”
“It’s a weird question.”
“I like weird questions.”
She nods. “How do I fare? When it comes to those strict Botsford standards, I mean.”
I smile. “You’re wondering this now?”
“I’ve always wondered this.”
“Seriously?”
“Yes.”
“Jen…” I set my cookie down, “you’re perfect.”
“I know you think that,” she says. “I just often wonder what other people think.”
“I don’t care what other people think.”
“Are you implying that there are others who feel differently?”
“Not that I’m aware of,” I answer. “And believe me, if I ever were aware of something like that, I would have busted a few noses a long time ago.”
“I’ve just always felt a little out of place… in your world.”
I shift closer to her on the bed. “Jen, if I say you belong with me in my world, then you belong with me in my world.” I rest a hand on her belly. “That’s gonna be my legacy in there and there’s no better woman I could have chosen to carry that.”
She smiles. “You promise?”
I lay a finger beneath her chin and tilt her face toward mine. “I promise,” I whisper before kissing her softly on the lips.
“Good,” she says, quickly taking another bite of her cookie.
I raise my arm and she slides beneath it. I feel her chest press against me and blood pounds through my veins as she entwines her legs with mine. I sip my champagne as my passions start to rebound, filling me with nothing but hard, throbbing desire for her.
Jen. My Jen.
“I’m ready to go again when you are,” I say.
Jen exhales slowly, quiet and content as she gazes out the window at the gorgeous Parisian views she’s always dreamed of.
“I still need a few minutes,” she says, a light, pleasant hum in her voice.
“I’ll wait.” I kiss her head and smile. “It’ll be worth it.”
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