“More,” I gasped, and he listened. He added a fourth finger, and now my lips were stretched wide enough for his cock.
If he would give it, I would be ready. He pounded me hard with his fingers, and once again I let my come flow, splashing him in the face, on his mouth, and I watched as he licked his lips and moaned, as I climaxed in a way I never had before.
Just then, the door gave a loud creak, and began to open.
“Fuck,” he said, grabbing the towel off the bench beside him, wiping the come off his chest. He stood with the towel shielding his giant cock from the view of the person walking in. I could only imagine how hard and stiff it was, and I wished he’d let me touch it.
With ragged breaths, I closed my legs and regained composure, but barely. I watched him jet out of the sauna without a single look back. His muscular shoulders flexed as he opened the door and ducked away. I squeezed my thighs, not looking up at whoever had just entered. I had been undone—and I needed more.
A woman sat down opposite me and I turned away, my orgasm still shuddering through me. I closed my eyes, knowing I needed to stand, needed to follow him out. I took a tentative step forward, shaking as I moved. He had satisfied me in a way I’d never known.
I walked out of the sauna, grabbing my suit and wrapping the skimpy towel around me, scanning the dressing room for his hard chest. The cool air was such a contrast to the heat I’d just experienced. Catching my breath, I tried to find my mystery guy.
But the room was empty. No one was there. I pulled on my boots and bathrobe and walked out toward the soaking tubs, but I still couldn’t find him.
Sighing in frustration, I contemplated my next move. In all reality, I had just gotten what I needed. My legs still shook, and I didn’t even know this guy’s name. Besides, I wasn’t going to traipse around the resort looking for him like a desperate freak.
I quickly had to come to terms with the fact that this had been a one-off, a solitary orgasm that I would never forget.Chapter FourUsing the flashlight to make sure I didn’t trip, I entered the now-quiet cabin. I hadn’t been gone for even an hour, but the long day of travel must have caught up with my friends.
Well, the travel and the merlot. Callie and Willow were both on their beds, in cozy clothes, and out cold.
I rifled through my bag quietly, looking for pajamas. Once my sweats and tank top were in hand, I went to the small kitchenette and grabbed a bottle of icy-cold chardonnay from the fridge. After pouring myself a glass, I corked the bottle and headed to the bathroom. More than anything else, I needed a cooling bath.
Opening my toiletries bag, which was already on the counter, I took out a bottle of calming lavender essential oil. I ran a bath, adding a few drops of oil to the rising water as I took several large gulps of wine. Slipping off my robe, I stood naked in front of the bathroom mirror. I tried to see my body as the guy who’d just gone down on me would see it. He’d seemed ravenous, as needy as I was, and I tried to see what had made me so desirable to him.
For the first time in my life, it felt obvious. It wasn’t about my breasts or my waistline. It was about one thing: I knew what I wanted and asked for it.
He responded to my call in ways I’d never imagined. Was that what I’d missed all those years, hiding behind the fear of rejection? Maybe I could have been experiencing sex like that all along, if only I had been willing to say what I wanted.
Stepping into the now-full tub, I sank down in the warm water. I leaned my head back, with my eyes closed, savoring what had just happened to me. So much of it had been deliciously hot, but as I recalled the time in sauna, there was one thing I couldn’t get out of my mind no matter how hard I tried:
His cock. His thick, hard cock.
I never got to feel it, suck it, claim it as mine for as long as he pressed into my pussy. He’d left before I got a chance to return the favor by running my lips against his shaft and licking his balls, pressing his dick between my tits as he came. He’d left too soon.
Frustrated, I had to stand up and turn the shower on cold. My pussy was worn out, and I couldn’t put my fingers inside to release the rising ache. Letting the spray of cool water cover me, I tried to get the image out of my mind. It was difficult, and I knew falling asleep would be miserable.