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“It hurts,” I protest.
“It won’t in a minute. I want you to come again before I shove my big cock inside you.”
I groan and shiver at the thought. Soon, all the soreness between my legs disappear, and I can only think of wanting him moving inside me.
“Now,” I insist.
“Come for me first.”
“Foster!” I whine.
The corners of his mouth turn up in a wicked grin. “Open my pants,” he orders.
I am desperate to feel him inside me, and it causes me to fumble with his belt and zipper, but when I strip him to his boxers, he grips my wrist.
“I didn’t say touch me.” Foster reaches under my skirt, tearing at my panties, then lifts me against the wall. He holds me up with one arm while he releases himself. I bite my lip in anticipation, and when he lowers me down, I try to drop faster, so he enters me quicker.
“You feel so good,” I moan.
“Hold onto me.”
I lace my arms around his neck and wrap my legs around his waist. As Foster thrusts upward, the picture on the wall next to us bangs to his rhythm.
“Love your pussy,” he groans brokenly.
“You could’ve had it sooner,” I breathlessly reply.
“Oh, sweet Paige.”
I bury my head against his neck as I once again teeter on the edge of release. I raise my head to watch Foster, who has his eyes shut, his brows knitting in concentration. Two thrusts later, I fall apart with his name escaping my lips. He keeps hammering away at me until I feel his release, hot and deep inside me.
“Christ, Paige, you’re going to be the death of me.”
“You started it.”
“I suppose I did.” Foster carries me in his arms down the hall so we can clean up in the master bath.
“Are you finished packing?” Foster checks through the closed bedroom door. I banned him from entering because I don’t want him to see what I am bringing on vacation.
“Yes, you can come in now.”
I zip up my suitcase as Foster enters. His hair is tousled, having been hand smoothed after our shower. I like it when he’s casual and relaxed. He gives me a hard kiss as his fingers thread into my hair.
“I love you,” he says against my lips.
“If this is your way of trying to get me to show you the bikinis I bought, it won’t work.”
“I’d rather have you naked.”
“You had me naked an hour ago.”
Foster trails his lips to my ear and whispers, “Is there a chance I can get you naked later on?”
“We’ll see.”
He lets me go but presses a kiss to my cheek before he backs away to sit on the corner of the bed. “Our flight is at seven. Peters will pick us up at five.”
My mouth drops open. “In the morning?” I squeak.
