Page 9 of Hot Blooded

“What was that?” She asks me.

“Oh. Nothing.” I steel myself and turn back towards her, stunned again at how beautiful she is. How strong and sexy. Her lush figure bristles with energy and life. Something I’ve been struggling with for the longest time.

My life used to have purpose. Go to work and build things for people. Joy was always just under the surface, waiting to burst free when they got a chance to see what we’d done for them. Or at least as much joy as I could muster after dealing with the fallout from my wife’s many infidelities.

But people aren’t as happy as they used to be. Even when they get exactly what they want.

And I’ve felt like I’m half a person since I last saw her. So maybe it’s not them that aren’t as happy. Maybe it’s me.

Because I’ve fucking missed her. Every damn day, I couldn’t stop thinking about her. Wondering what she’s doing, if she’s happy, if she’s sad.

If she’s seeing someone, being with someone the way I desperately want to be with her.

And no matter how many times I tell myself that it’s wrong to want her, wrong to crave her like the finest damn chocolate. Wrong to want to bury my aching body in the soft, warm heat of her, watch the desire curl in her glowing eyes and immerse myself in her until I become a part of her and she becomes part of me. Until we’re as close to being one entity as you can be.

No matter how many damn times I tell myself that, it always roars back when I hear the gentle whisper of her voice and see her curvy little body. Even hear her name.

And I can’t make myself stay away from her. “How about a little trip?”

Her green eyes sparkle with excitement. “What do you have in mind?”

“It’s a surprise. You trust me, don’t you?”

REVA

“Absolutely, Tom. I’d trust you with my life.”

He grins and my clit throbs, my whole body pulsing with need for him.

This is a mistake. I should stay away from him. But I just don’t want to. The tug to be near him, even for a little bit. Even with the need to keep things under control, it’s overwhelming how much I want him.

“Great! I’ll go down and make the arrangements. You get dressed.”

I cock my head at him. “What should I wear?”

“Something casual. That you don’t mind getting messed up.”

“Got it.”

He leaves the room and shuts the door behind him and I take a deep breath, groaning when the scent of him fills my lungs. Spice and clean, mountain air. That’s what he smells like. And I crave it. Crave him.

I push that thought aside and grab the suitcase that he had brought up to this room. We managed to get a suite with two rooms and a bathroom in between so that we could stay together until this is all worked out. I survey my own clothes and pick out a pair of cut-off jean shorts and a loose tank top with a deep v-neck that shows off my best asset, my very large breasts. It’s in a deep purple color that I love.

I hit the shower in the bathroom, my body tingling with the thought that Tom was in here, naked, his tanned body glistening with droplets of water trailing down his muscular physique as he washes off with his body wash.

Uncapping the bottle, I take a deep breath of it and groan, my mind immediately full of dirty visions, dancing around and setting off that low, throbbing hum in my nether regions.

I set the bottle down and cap it, putting one hand on the wall as the other drifts down and whispers across my aching core. My lower lips are swollen and begging to be touched. I wish to God I brought my little rabbit with me. But my fingers will have to do.

I trail them lightly across the swollen petals of my labia and even lower until my greedy fingers touch my clit, circling it and setting off a deeper throb, an electric burning that keeps building. Panting, I play with my clit, strumming it and pushing my body higher and higher but then pulling back, letting the need build until finally I slip a finger inside my opening. I feel a flutter of muscles that I’ve never used before except with my fingers or my toy. They suck my finger in deeper and my thumb catches my clit, flicking it. I slip another finger inside my opening and push them in and out faster, harder, my breath becoming a harsh gasp as I climb so close to heaven that I can see it. Can almost see him as he plays my body like an instrument and shoves me over the edge of a massive orgasm unlike any I’ve ever had.

I hear something in the other room and then I hear Tom’s voice. “Reva? You almost done in there?”

Fire builds and explodes inside me, tearing at me as my body pulses, my fingers being sucked inside as they’re coated with my slick release.

“Tom!” I yell, collapsing to the wall, my body caught in the whirlwind of sensations, thrumming and collapsing in on itself in ecstasy.

“Reva!” The door slams open and his big body charges through it. The clear glass of the shower stall is no barrier and his dark eyes widen as he catches sight of my fingers buried in my pussy, my face flushed and my limp body barely holding me up.