“Selma,” I grunt, and she nods, just as close to her climax as I am.
With a tilt of her hips and a graze of my shaft in the right spot, her pussy clamps down on me. Her orgasm is harder than before, and her body tenses all over. I have no choice but to follow her over the edge, so I bury my face in her neck. I thrust hard one last time and empty myself into her tight body.
There’s so much of me, I spill out of the sides, and it runs out between us. It’s making a mess, but I can’t stop as I move in shallow, uneven thrusts. It’s the single greatest orgasm of my life, and I don’t have the strength to pull out. So instead, I lie like a pile of rubble on top of her, apologizing for my weight.
“I’m so heavy, but I can’t move.”
“I didn’t expect to like it so much.” She wraps her legs around my waist, as if pulling me deeper.
“You’re a witch,” I accuse, and she giggles under me. “If I die, just know that I was happy.”
“If you die, I will probably die with you because I can’t move your lumberjack ass off me.”
“Good. Then I can fuck you for eternity.” I love the sound of her laughter, and I don’t ever want it to stop.
As much as I don’t want to crush her, I don’t plan on moving anytime soon.
Chapter Seven
Selma
I let out a contented sigh as I start to wake, then reach out and grab the pillow beside me. I pull it against my chest and wrap my arms around it, then bury my face into the soft cotton. A familiar sexy scent fills my lungs, and my desire instantly ignites. My eyes pop open as the night before comes flooding back in one erotic scene after another. Luca had taken me several times during the night until I’d finally crashed like the dead.
The sweet ache between my thighs is the only reminder I need to remember what happened. I smile as I slowly sit up and look around the room. There is no sign of Luca anywhere, but it’s not like he would sneak out on me in the middle of the night. But with the light streaming across the room, I realize it’s morning.
I throw my legs over the side of the bed and go in search of Luca. When I enter the bathroom, I don’t see anything, so I grab a robe off the hook. While wrapping it around me, I make my way back toward the bed. The clock on the table shows it’s almost eleven o’clock. Holy shit, I can’t remember the last time I slept in this late. I’ve always been a morning person, even if I worked all through the night.
There’s something in the back of my mind telling me not to believe Luca would sneak out. Maybe he went out to get food. I come up with several reasons he’s not here, making myself feel more pathetic with each one.
This very well could be a one-night stand, which I guess I can understand. As much as the thought bums me out, I still didn't think he’d up and go like an asshole. After what we shared last night, he wouldn’t leave without so much as a goodbye. Damn it, he took my virginity; it’s a dick move to just peace out.
I close my eyes tightly.
Luca can’t avoid me forever, so him just leaving would make it even more awkward the next time we see each other. Our asses are going to be stuck together for the rest of our lives whether we like it or not. We’re both close to our siblings, and the reality of that makes me groan with regret. Tears start to burn behind my eyes, but I refuse to let myself cry. I’m a big girl, I can do a one-night stand. It’s not a big deal.
The lie I tell myself tastes bitter.
I won’t be that girl who sleeps with a guy and falls madly in love. I have a brain—an Ivy League one at that. This is nothing, and totally normal. Casual.
A knock on the door has relief flooding my system. All that crap I told myself flushes down the drain as I smile happily and rush over to open the door.
The hotel employee is holding a room service cart, and I stand there stunned.
“I’ve got your brunch,” the waitstaff says cheerfully. I open the door wider so he can push the cart into the room, but my relief is short lived. “Mr. Cross wanted to make sure you got something to eat before you left.”
It takes a moment to process what he’s saying. “As in he already checked out?” The young man tilts his head, giving me a puzzled look.