go.
She felt his heart pounding; felt his cock growing between their bodies. Her own body responded with eagerness. She moved against him, aching, wanting, and kissed him back with a fire of her own.
After a minute, he raised his head to grin down at her even as he pressed his cock to her stomach. “I’m thinking it’s about time we did something about these sparks that keep lighting when we’re together. Time I proved to you once and for all how much of a lesbian you aren’t.”
* * *
Valentine had done a lot of things in her life, but she’d never checked into a hotel for a quickie. As they drove further down the road to Hana, they’d tried snuggling in the Jeep. But it was impossible. They’d stopped at several isolated spots to do some serious kissing while pretending to enjoy the view at roadside. That had ignited a desperate need in each of them that had to be dealt with long before they would be able to drive all the way back to the Papakea Resort on the other side of the island. Actually, she’d been the one to spot the small hotel with individual cottages and suggest they “rest” for a while.
The cottage they rented was decorated island-style with lots of bamboo and bright colors. If she’d been able to think about anything but Sam, she would have enjoyed really studying the place. Instead the only piece of furniture that interested her right now was the king-sized bed she lie stomach down and naked across. The thick comforter beneath her bare body felt cool and seemed to heighten her awareness of him even more while he worked at tugging off his boots. He’d stripped her almost the second they’d entered the cottage. Not that she had resisted in any way.
She hugged a pillow, smiling back at him. “How long are you going to take, cowboy? I’m getting kind of lonely here.”
He kicked the boots aside and went to work unbuckling his belt. “Darlin’, it’ll be worth the wait, believe me.”
“Says you.” She knew he was watching her every move and she couldn’t resist reaching around to touch her barely stinging buttocks. He’d admitted to enjoying the sight of a woman’s freshly spanked bottom, especially hers. She felt kind of excited about the way her bottom enticed him. “Never in my life would I have guessed that I’d become attracted to a man who believes in spanking.”
He practically tore the rest of his clothes off and strutted all proud male to the bed. As she admired the long, thick cock waving in her direction, her hands stilled on her bottom. Moisture beaded on her mound. Her clit pulsed, and she watched anxiously as he rolled a condom onto that rod she wanted so badly. With the breeze of the paddle fan above them, she could smell the tempting scent of man, leather from his boots, and a musky, sexy aftershave. She heated all over with longing.
“Hurry up,” she whispered urgently.
“I love an impatient woman.” He grinned sexily and sauntered toward her.
She started to roll over but he stopped her, straddling her legs. He released her ponytail and threaded his fingers through her hair, and then pushed it aside. Slowly he leaned down to kiss the back of her neck and sink a finger into her at the same time.
She stilled, savored the experience.
“Like this, darlin’?” He added a second finger, moved them both in and out, around.
“Ohhhh, yes!” Her inner muscles tried to clamp around his fingers.
He continued working her and leaned back to smooth his other hand over her bottom. “So pretty and pink. Still warm.” He gave her bottom a light spank and she gasped, her bottom quivering. “I definitely believe in spanking when necessary.”
“I need… Sam, I need you.” His fingers were driving her crazy. She could barely think. “Please.”
His fingers tormented her a few more minutes. She was going wild beneath him, panting, aching.
“So responsive. I like that in a woman.”
“Please,” she begged, pushing back harder against his fingers.
She felt his heart pounding; felt his cock growing between their bodies. Her own body responded with eagerness. She moved against him, aching, wanting, and kissed him back with a fire of her own.
After a minute, he raised his head to grin down at her even as he pressed his cock to her stomach. “I’m thinking it’s about time we did something about these sparks that keep lighting when we’re together. Time I proved to you once and for all how much of a lesbian you aren’t.”
* * *
Valentine had done a lot of things in her life, but she’d never checked into a hotel for a quickie. As they drove further down the road to Hana, they’d tried snuggling in the Jeep. But it was impossible. They’d stopped at several isolated spots to do some serious kissing while pretending to enjoy the view at roadside. That had ignited a desperate need in each of them that had to be dealt with long before they would be able to drive all the way back to the Papakea Resort on the other side of the island. Actually, she’d been the one to spot the small hotel with individual cottages and suggest they “rest” for a while.
The cottage they rented was decorated island-style with lots of bamboo and bright colors. If she’d been able to think about anything but Sam, she would have enjoyed really studying the place. Instead the only piece of furniture that interested her right now was the king-sized bed she lie stomach down and naked across. The thick comforter beneath her bare body felt cool and seemed to heighten her awareness of him even more while he worked at tugging off his boots. He’d stripped her almost the second they’d entered the cottage. Not that she had resisted in any way.
She hugged a pillow, smiling back at him. “How long are you going to take, cowboy? I’m getting kind of lonely here.”
He kicked the boots aside and went to work unbuckling his belt. “Darlin’, it’ll be worth the wait, believe me.”
“Says you.” She knew he was watching her every move and she couldn’t resist reaching around to touch her barely stinging buttocks. He’d admitted to enjoying the sight of a woman’s freshly spanked bottom, especially hers. She felt kind of excited about the way her bottom enticed him. “Never in my life would I have guessed that I’d become attracted to a man who believes in spanking.”
He practically tore the rest of his clothes off and strutted all proud male to the bed. As she admired the long, thick cock waving in her direction, her hands stilled on her bottom. Moisture beaded on her mound. Her clit pulsed, and she watched anxiously as he rolled a condom onto that rod she wanted so badly. With the breeze of the paddle fan above them, she could smell the tempting scent of man, leather from his boots, and a musky, sexy aftershave. She heated all over with longing.
“Hurry up,” she whispered urgently.
“I love an impatient woman.” He grinned sexily and sauntered toward her.
She started to roll over but he stopped her, straddling her legs. He released her ponytail and threaded his fingers through her hair, and then pushed it aside. Slowly he leaned down to kiss the back of her neck and sink a finger into her at the same time.
She stilled, savored the experience.
“Like this, darlin’?” He added a second finger, moved them both in and out, around.
“Ohhhh, yes!” Her inner muscles tried to clamp around his fingers.
He continued working her and leaned back to smooth his other hand over her bottom. “So pretty and pink. Still warm.” He gave her bottom a light spank and she gasped, her bottom quivering. “I definitely believe in spanking when necessary.”
“I need… Sam, I need you.” His fingers were driving her crazy. She could barely think. “Please.”
His fingers tormented her a few more minutes. She was going wild beneath him, panting, aching.
“So responsive. I like that in a woman.”
“Please,” she begged, pushing back harder against his fingers.
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