“That’s it, baby. Milk my cock with your pussy.” Jacks throws his head back with a roar as his pace becomes uncoordinated. I can feel the pulsing of his dick with his release, causing my own orgasm to continue to course through my body.
With one final thrust, Jack releases my leg. His upper body shakes as he tries to hold himself up off me. He b
rings his mouth to mine in a kiss much different from what I’ve already experienced from him. This one is sweet, and I find myself choking up due to the tenderness of the moment.
He pulls himself from my core and rolls on to his side next to me. “Give me a few minutes and I’ll be ready to go again.”
I chuckle. “I’m game. If every time is like that, we won’t be getting much sleep tonight.”
Sliding to the edge of the bed, he grabs his jeans from the floor. “Let me go take care of this condom. Then we can head into the other room for a snack and a drink to refuel for round two.”
He leans over the bed and gives me another sweet kiss. “When you’re ready, go ahead and put this on and meet me out there.”
As he disappears into the bathroom, I bring his dress shirt up to my nose. I wait for him to head into the living area before I climb out of bed and slip the button-up on.
The rest of the evening passes in a blur of passion until we both pass out in complete exhaustion and satisfaction in the wee hours of the morning.
This experience will be one I’ll never forget.
The light flooding through the open drapes wakes me. Stretching my arms over my head, I brush the bed where Jack slept and find that I’m alone. My fingers gently sweep over the empty space and rustle a piece of paper tucked slightly under the pillow.
A smile graces my face as I read the note written in manly chicken scratch.
Jill,
Thank you for last night. Sorry to leave while you were sleeping, but I couldn’t bring myself to wake you. Checkout is at eleven. Take your time.
Jack
A glance at the clock tells me I still have two hours until checkout, but with no reason to stay any longer, I make quick work of cleaning myself up and getting redressed. I take a final glance at the hotel room and my cheeks heat as memories of the evening before flood my brain.
The images continue on a mental loop as I get on the elevator and make my way back downstairs to the lobby where my adventure began. Finding the brown leather armchair that started it all, I take a seat and pull my purse off my shoulder into my lap. I remove the wedding band I placed inside the front pocket the night before and slip it back into its proper spot on my finger. While the evening proceeded better than I could have ever imagined, I find myself more than ready to leave the fantasy and get back to reality.
With a sigh I stand and head out the hotel entrance. Standing across the breezeway is the man of the hour. With a spring in my step, I rush over and throw myself into his arms. His hands grab onto my hips and lift me until my eyes meet his.
“Fancy meeting you here, pretty girl.” He presses his lips to mine. “Someone’s looking a little tired this morning.”
“I hope you weren’t waiting too long. I tried to hustle, but someone just plain wore me out last night.” Rubbing my face against his stubbly cheek, I inhale his familiar masculine scent.
“I told you take your time, and I meant it.” With an arm wrapped around my shoulders, he steers me toward the valet.
Laying my head on his chest, I take in the sound of the beating of his heart. “I know, but I didn’t want you to have to wait for me for hours.”
Raising my eyes, I find the deep brown eyes of my husband staring back at me filled with so much love. “Was it everything you expected?”
“It was awesome,” I screech in excitement. “It was better than expected.”
“Jill, really? You couldn’t come up with something better than that,” Phoenix teases.
I swat his stomach with the back of my hand. “Quit making fun of me. I froze. You didn’t help with saying your name was Jack. I will never look at that nursery rhyme the same way.”
“Yeah, well, this whole thing was new for me, too. I didn’t realize how hard it would be to pick up my own wife in a bar.” His honesty melts my heart. These rare moments of vulnerability being one of the reasons I married him.
“It was fun and really hot, and it got me thinking. For our next date night, I was thinking next time we could try the whole rock star and groupie thing.” I throw Phoenix a wink over my shoulder.
He tosses his head back and laughs. “You and your romance novels will definitely keep me on my toes,” he replies as holds open the door of the vehicle the valet just exited. “Come on, crazy girl. I’m sure Mom and Pops are ready to be done with our offspring.”
“You’re probably right.” I slide into the car after giving him a kiss on the cheek. “I love you, baby.”