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Avery: On my way in thirty minutes.
I fist-pumped the air. I had no fucking clue what was going on here, but I was loving it. I drove to the hotel that was ten minutes away and booked in. The place was five stars. I would not have suggested anything else. The rooms were not surrounded by tropical plants like they were in Port Douglas, but they were luxurious. It had a bathroom with a fancy tub, and I ran it ready for her arrival. I even added the bubble bath. I had told reception my partner was turning up. This was the kind of place you paid enough that they didn’t ask questions.
The door opened and there she was.
FIFTEEN
AVERY
Here I was sitting in a taxi, being dropped off at a rather fancy hotel. I had absolutely no idea what I was doing except I wanted Corey/Flynn. In fact, I had not stopped wanting him. My heart had almost stopped when I turned around at the BBQ and seen him across the patio. I thought he was a dream, but then our eyes met, and I knew he was for real. Had fate thrown us together again? I still didn’t know anything about him, but I wanted him again.
I paid the driver, went in, and was given a swipe card for the room. This hotel was like the one in Australia, no questions asked. I hoped they didn’t think I was a high-class call girl. The internet said it only had nine rooms, so talk about exclusive. I imagined we could ask for whatever we wanted and could get it. I knew what I wanted, and it wasn’t on the menu.
Did we talk or have sex? At Declan’s, I had teased him, and now I felt if we had a deep and meaningful it would destroy the illusion. I liked the fun. Anything more had always gone wrong in the past. I didn’t want to tempt fate again.
I shut the door behind me and threw my purse on the couch. The place was not just a hotel room, but a suite. Flynn was sitting on the bed and went to stand, but I put up my hand. He stopped as I took a deep breath and started to undo the buttons on my dress. I had to keep going before I chickened out. This was like our time in Queensland. I was taking risks and being something I was not. Or maybe I was like Emmy more than I knew.
Flynn was good at stripping my clothes off, but I wanted to stay in control and strip them off myself instead. God, but he was as gorgeous as I remembered. His beard wasn’t so thick. More of a five o’clock shadow and as sexy as all hell. I let my dress fall from my shoulders. I had decided to wear my skimpy red underwear. I was not a skinny girl, and they didn’t cover much. Flynn didn’t look disappointed as I noticed the bulge in his pants.
I turned so he could see my G-string and heard his sharp intake of breath behind me. I undid my bra and looked back as I let it fall from my shoulders. He was shaking his head.
“Do you want me to stop?”
“Hell, no.”
I turned back and walked across so I stood in front of him as he sat forward. I pointed to the waistband of my panties.
“Kiss me just here.” He leaned forward, and his hands went around my hips to cup my butt. I loved the touch of his hands on me and the way he gazed at me made me feel wanted. It was such a turn-on. If he touched my pussy now, he would know how wet I was for him. I was worried I was going to wake up and this would be one of my hot dreams about him again.
He kissed my waist along the top of my panties. Each kiss sent little tickles through me. I turned again, and he continued his kisses on my butt. Then he nibbled my cheeks. This man was so hot, and I wanted him to eat me right now. When I turned back to him, he slipped his fingers into my panties and eased them down so I could step out of them. Then he surprised me by scooping me up. I giggled as he walked toward the bathroom. Inside was a clawfoot tub already filled with bubbles. The aroma of roses filled the air.
I had my arms around his neck as he placed me in the tub and started to strip himself. His t-shirt was off, and he winked at me.
“Shall I keep going?”
“Hell, yes, I think is the appropriate response.”
“I assume you still don’t want to talk?”
“Not yet.” Flynn stripped and got in the tub. My memories of his glorious erection were completely accurate, and I couldn’t wait, but guessed he would make me. He grabbed the sponge on the side, held one of my legs up, and washed from the tip of my toes and up my thigh. He then started on the other leg. When he was done, he washed my arms and then my breasts. My nipples were sticking up like beacons out of the bubbles. The room smelt like frangipani, and I loved it. He handed me the sponge so I could lavish the same attention on him.
When I was done, I handed back the sponge. He knelt before me and pushed my legs apart so he could sponge my pussy. Just the gentle touch was driving me insane with need. I was so sensitive with need down there. Then he moved the sponge away and ran his finger up and down my folds. I was swollen for him already. Then he pushed his finger into me. I clenched onto him. He removed his finger and then pushed in two moving slowly in and out as he leaned forward and took one of my nipples in his mouth and bit down.
He did his magic feeling inside me for the spots that would send me over the edge. His other hand went to my clit massaging and flicking drawing me closer and closer to my release.
“Come for me, Avery.”
Being like this and hearing him call me my real name was even better than I imagined. I gripped onto the side of the tub as he pumped me with his hand, and I climaxed. He removed his hand moved forward and kissed me. I was playing a dangerous game here as I would never get enough of him. He was probably thinking I was an easy catch for the night and he was right.
He reached behind him, pulled the plug, got out, and dried off. He offered his hand so I could stand there as he dried me. It was almost more erotic than when he had washed me. Then he scooped me up again and carried me to the other room and the king-size bed awaiting us. When he put me down, we lay side by side looking at each other but not saying anything. He ran his hand from my shoulder down to my waist and over my hips. His touch was so delicate it brought up goosebumps on my skin.
I did the same to him memorizing his body again. His arms were muscled and his chest broad and strong. He had a smattering of hair that tapered down to his waist. I placed my hand on his dick. I wanted him in me so much. It was the only way I would rid myself of this ache. I opened my legs so his hand could slip between. I moved gently back and forth on his wonderful dick as he moved back and forward with his fingers inside me. This was perfect. He leaned in and placed his hand on my cheek and kissed me. I opened to him wanting every part of my body to be invaded by Flynn. This man was a drug, and I wanted my fill before I went back to Australia. Our tongues played a slow dance with each other as our hands caused sensations to flow through our bodies. Flynn moved away for a second and covered himself, then pushed me back on the bed and covered me with his body.
I could feel him pushing at my pussy as I wrapped my legs around his waist and placed my hands on his butt encouraging him to enter me. He edged forward stretching me with his girth. The feeling hurt but eased the ache of need. Then he thrust in with one movement until he was totally encased by me. I could feel my pussy clench onto him. Then he moved. I was so wet it was like silken perfection the way we fit and moved together. Fynn took me to the edge and then slowed again until my body couldn’t take anymore, and I screamed my release.
I lay there pulsing around him as he gently kissed my eyelids, nose, cheeks, and mouth again. I wanted to be possessed by him. When the kisses stopped, he started to move again. This time he didn’t hold back but pounded me again and again, and I loved every minute as my body thrilled at the invasion. Then he groaned his release as he emptied himself into me. When he slowed, I ran my hands up and down his back enjoying the closeness before we spoke and it was all destroyed.
Flynn eventually moved off and went to the bathroom. I sat up in bed and pulled the sheet around me. For a second, I thought about getting dressed and leaving, but what would be the point of that? He came back in wearing a robe and went to the large fridge. He pulled out a bottle of champagne. I was up for that. I hadn’t drunk much at Declan’s as I was too freaked out after seeing Flynn. He popped the cork and poured the glasses and joined me in bed.
