Public Relations V

“The reservations are all set then?” Laura asked as she picked up a Caprican strawberry from her plate and took a bite, her eyes on her lover.

“Yeah, we’re all set,” he replied as he watched her. “Have the place through the middle of next week.”

She smiled at him, seeing the gleam in his eye. It spoke of desire and contentment, and love — lots of love. Every part of her tingled at seeing it so unabashedly on display, stirring its mate in her.

Picking up another strawberry and tearing away the stem and leaves, she asked softly, “Want one?”

He nodded but didn’t move otherwise.

With a soft hum, she rose, his blue shirt falling open around her as she picked up the bowl of berries and carried them over to the bed where he lay, his head on a couple pillows, a sheet thrown across the lower half of his body. She set the container on the nightstand then fed him the red berry she held between her fingers.

One bite, one more, then his hand closed around her wrist and guided her fingers into his mouth. He slowly sucked the lingering traces of juice on her fingers, causing desire to coil deep inside her. Frak, it felt good when he did that, the gentle pull, the flicks of his tongue. It was so suggestive, so intimate, so…

“This was a good idea for lunch,” she said a little breathlessly as she reached for another berry with her free hand.

He released her fingers with a grin. “Room service is always good.”

“Yes,” she agreed with an answering smile. Room service was always good, even better when it was unexpected.

Laura had thought they would eat at one of the little bistros or cafes downtown for lunch, but when he’d picked her up at her office, he’d slipped a room key in her hand to a suite in one of the most expensive hotels in the city. It overlooked the upscale waterfront district, and was far enough away from downtown and government offices to be out of the current hotbed of media attention, ensuring the privacy of their mid-afternoon tryst. More importantly, the suite had privacy windows, a fully stocked bar, a five-star room service menu, a spa tub, and a huge, extremely comfortable bed, which they’d put to use as soon as they were locked inside.

Laura flushed at the memory of eager hands and hungry kisses. Gods, she’d loved undressing him in a rush. It had felt like she was opening a present, one that you couldn’t wait to get your hands on even though you already knew what was inside.

With careful haste, his clothing — and hers — had been unbuttoned, unfastened, untied and stripped off then tossed into a chair before their bodies had fallen across the bed in a flurry of kisses, caresses, and a symphony of moans, gasps and panting breaths. Then everything had become achingly slow. He’d watched her writhe under him as he gave his cock to her pussy, again and again, braced up on his knees with her thighs held tight to his belly.

It had felt so frakking good and he’d taken his time, kept his desire under tight control while he drove her mad with pleasure, telling her intimate things, making her cum on him before cumming in her.

At the moment, he was looking at her with a renewed but patient hunger and she was entirely amenable to being devoured in whatever way he wanted, whenever he was ready. It was a strange state of being for her, to want so freely, openly, to accept his wants as easily as her own, then to pursue them in trust and love.

Laura watched him as his fingers glided upward along the edge of the shirt, pushed the blue fabric to each side, framing her breasts. He folded a hand behind his head then and just gazed at her.

“We still haven’t decided on a boxing match,” he commented.

Smiling, Laura offered him the other strawberry. He took a bite. “We could just pick one on a night we know we have available,” she said then finished off the other half of the fruit. “Or it could wait ‘til your next leave.”

“Want to just play it by ear?” he asked as she reached for the bowl again, snagged another berry.

“Might be best,” she said, removing the leaf and stem and tossing them into the bowl.

“You won’t be disappointed?” he asked.

Laura met his gaze, fed him the fruit. “A little maybe,” she admitted because she really had wanted to see the fights with him, but conceded, “I don’t think either of us is ecstatic about the options, though. The ranked fighters apparently have taken the holiday season off.”

He nodded and she went for another berry, stripping away the greenery as he slipped a hand inside the shirt and caressed her hip, fingertips grazing the curve of her ass. She relished the intimate caress as she fed him again. She liked the ease of it, how natural it seemed to lay here with him, nearly naked, and feed him while his lay back and enjoyed it, letting his free hand roam her body, touching wherever desired.

Seeing a little drip of juice trailing from the corner of his mouth, she leaned in and caught it with the tip of her tongue. She felt him smile and she smiled at him when she eased back, confessing, “I like this, Bill.”

“The intimacy?” he whispered.

She nodded, made another confession, “It’s easy with you.”

His gaze was tender, his voice soft. “You trust me,” he observed.

Laura’s heart fluttered. “Yes,” she breathed and felt his fingers move from her hip, around to her inner thigh.

“Are you wet?” he asked blatantly, his touch skimming upward toward her sex.

Laura nodded, fairly certain she was wet, just from being near him, and his question almost guaranteed it. He touched her, stroking his fingers along her, and hummed, “You are.”

Flushed and trembling, she held his gaze as he eased a finger inside her and stroked in and out slowly. There was something about that intense optical connection and the boldness of his caress that sent her desire skyrocketing, that made her want to open her legs as wide as possible for him, only how she was sitting precluded that option. Then he mumbled a query that tripled that desire.

“I wonder how you would taste on a strawberry?”

She found herself, asking boldly in returning, her voice thready to her own ears, “Do you want to find out?”

His thick, deep, “Yeah,” had her gushing on his finger. She leaned forward slowly, and he stilled his hand as she selected a berry. He eased his hand from her and took the fruit from her fingers then whispered, “Open wider.”

She did, as much as she could, and gasped when he slipped the cool berry between her folds, gathering her moisture. He dragged it back and forth slowly, teased her opening with narrow end, making her glad that the Caprican variety of the berry had its edible seeds on the inside, so she didn’t have to…

“Bill,” she whispered, when he pushed it just a little deeper then pulled it away and brought it up to his mouth, glistening with her juices, and took a bite. It was one of the most erotic things she’d ever seen, and the sound he made as he chewed, blending her flavor with the berry was almost primal.

She should be heading out to buy her dress for tomorrow night’s gala. She should be trying on options now. Instead, she was reaching for another berry and handing it to him. Then she was reaching her hand down and opening herself as he brought the fruit to her pussy, inviting him to coat it thoroughly. He did, circling her clit, dragging it through her folds, dipping it just inside her to the pooling cream. Then he ate the berry and she thought she would faint from the heat flooding her at watching him devour it while he still lay casually back on the bed.

Frak, he was sexy. What he was doing was sexy, making her want him. “Are you hard?” she whispered.

He smiled. “I’m getting there,” he confessed a little sheepishly.

Laura nodded her understanding, returning his smile. He was not a young man anymore and, even though his usual recovery time was impressive, he still needed the time. She had no problem giving it to him — he was always worth the wait.

Still, she offered, “Want some encouragement?”

“Get into bed,” he rumbled in response and threw back the sheet when she shifted, lifting her weight from the bed to turn and crawl over him.

She had intended to delight him, but he had other ideas, urging her to lay on her back. She did so, running her fingers through his hair while he reached for the bowl of fruit. He set it on the bed on the other side of her and turned onto his side, propped up on an elbow, and pressing his cock against her hip.

He gazed down at her with a smile, murmured, “Spread those gorgeous legs for me, Laura.”

She did so, her sex pulsing at the sound of his voice, throbbing deep inside when he picked out another berry then gently frakked her with it, the sensation a teasing one that had her panting and longing for his cock. And he knew it, rumbling as he watched her, “You need me in you, hard and thick.”

Laura nodded and his smile fell away. He leaned down, touched his lips to her ear, murmured, “I will be soon. I’ll fill you full.”

“Bill,” she whispered, eyes falling shut as her body trembled. He kissed her ear and pulled the berry away. She watched him through lowered lids as he ate it with a thunderous hum rising in his chest.

“Godsdamn,” he muttered as he tossed the stem into the bowl. Then he was moving, sliding down the bed, guiding her leg over his shoulder, then opening her pussy with his fingers to bury his tongue in her, to lick and suck greedily while his thumb rode her clit mercilessly.

She came quickly, hips bucking, hands threading into his hair and holding him to her, greedy for the sensations, in her awareness of how much he wanted her.

He brought her down with gentle, soothing laps, avoiding the most sensitive places. When he rose over her, his face was glistening with her. She smiled at seeing him grinning. “Frak, I love your pussy,” he confessed and she smiled at him, giggled when he laughed at his own enthusiasm.

“You’re a mess,” she told him and watched him beam proudly.

“Good, means I’m doing it right,” he replied then looked down, grasping his cock. “Let’s see if I can do this right, too,” he said, putting himself in place.

Laura’s giggles turned breathless at feeling him, looking down and seeing him hard and ready to slide inside her. “You always do it right,” she told him.

“You’re good for my ego,” he replied then pushed slowly into her, hands cradling her hips, angling her.

She exhaled slowly in time with his infiltration then drew in a breath on a gasping sigh, smiles and laughter falling away, as he leaned over her, held up on those gorgeous arms of his.

Laura reached up, skimmed her hands over his chest, his belly, around his sides and up his back. Eyes locked on his, she slid her legs up around his hips, freed a hand to pluck a strawberry from the bowl. She offered him a bite, dragging the berry through the evidence of her arousal on his chin. He took it then she drew the rest of the fruit away and rubbed it on one of her hardening nipples, swirling and twisting it over the dark cap. She hummed at the coolness, the sensations, at watching him watch her.

“That’s so sexy.”

His voice rolled between them like thunder, and she trembled.

“Yeah?” she whispered.

He met her gaze, nodded. “Yeah.”

Panting, she eased the berry away, exposing the pebbled peak, chilled and red, coated in sweet juice. “Want to taste?”

He didn’t say a word, just bowed and lapped, gathering the flavor from her skin on his tongue. He drew her in then, suckled lazily, deeply.

Laura slipped her hand into his hair, held him close, delighting in the pull of his mouth, and how he rubbed his tongue against her long after the berry flavor was gone. Her body tightened deep within, on him, around him with each drawing, her body wanting him deeper. She needed him deeper, needed him to move and to move with him. She needed to let go and just feel him.

“Now,” she whispered, when he moaned against her. She lifted her head and kissed the crown of his, murmuring warmly into his salt-and-pepper waves as her heart rose in her chest, “Now, Bill. Love me now.”

He did.

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