beautiful anymore? He was toned like a
weapon of female destruction, the muscles cut in all the right places, the body
tanned to perfection. She’d thought this man was a typical business executive
with the body of someone who lived a sedentary lifestyle. But no, this man in
front of her had the body of a professional athlete. He was like a well honed
machine, far advanced from what she’d seen ten years before.
But she should have
known. When he’d pulled her close he’d practically crushed her against a body
that felt like rock. Now she knew why. He was solid muscle. She hadn’t quite
finished admiring his upper body when his hands fell to his trousers and he
began unbuckling his belt. She wanted to look away, she really did, but like a
deer caught in headlights all she could do was freeze. And hold her breath.
Then, in one smooth
move, trousers and boxer shorts were sliding down firm, muscled legs on their
way to his feet. He stepped out of them then he straightened, moving so
quickly she had no time to advert her eyes. But then, why should she? As
nervous as she was, she was still enjoying the view.
Her eyes fell on the
strength of his manhood as it stood rigid in its bed of soft blond hair. His
arousal was obvious in the throbbing of his member and the almost angry hue of
its tip. Meg swallowed hard.
She didn’t have to do
anything else because Drake moved immediately to the bed and reached out to
pull her into his embrace. He kissed her long and deep, her breasts crushed
against his chest, his heart pounding like he’d just done a hundred-meter
sprint.
When he released her it
was to press her back into the pillows, then he was kissing her neck, her
breasts, sliding his lips down, down till he was licking her navel, teasing her
with light flicks of his tongue till she moaned.
What was he doing to
her? Did he know he was driving her crazy? His tongue was turning her insides
to liquid and, holy Mary, she was growing oh, so wet.
Meg sucked in her breath
and reached for him. “Please,” she whispered. “Please, Drake,” she begged.
“Now.” The word was almost a sob. “I want you so much.”
Immediately, he slid
away from her off the bed. He reached down to where he had dropped his
trousers and pulled his wallet out of his pocket. He dug around for about
seven seconds and then a look of consternation crossed his face. Then, to
Meg’s dismay, his face fell in obvious disappointment.
She raised up off the
pillow. “What? No condom?”
He put his hand to his
forehead and groaned. “No condoms.” With a look of disgust he dropped the
wallet on top of his trousers.
“But…how come?”
Drake drew in his
breath and let it out again. Then, still looking like he could kick himself,
he walked back to the bed and with a heavy sigh he lay down beside her. He
gathered her into his arms and stroked her hair.
“I don’t know if I
should admit this but I haven’t done this in a while.” He gave her crooked
smile. “I bought a brand new pack a week ago and put it in my medicine chest
at home. This morning I went into the bathroom specifically to put it into my
wallet when the phone rang and I went to get it. I completely forgot to go
back and get the darned thing.” He gave an exaggerated sigh. “Now I
remember.”
She groaned and turned
her face into his shoulder.
“I know, honey,” he
said softly as he stroked her arm. "I know, but there’s nothing we can do
about it right now. There's no way the hotel gift and sundries shop would be
open at almost one o’clock in the morning and, stuck out here in the boonies,
it’s not like we’ll find any store near here that's open at this hour.”
Meg groaned again and
this time she gave him a little bite on the shoulder.
He jumped. “Hey, what
was that for?”
“That’s for leading me
on and then torturing me.”
“I’m sorry,” he said
sadly. “I guess I
weapon of female destruction, the muscles cut in all the right places, the body
tanned to perfection. She’d thought this man was a typical business executive
with the body of someone who lived a sedentary lifestyle. But no, this man in
front of her had the body of a professional athlete. He was like a well honed
machine, far advanced from what she’d seen ten years before.
But she should have
known. When he’d pulled her close he’d practically crushed her against a body
that felt like rock. Now she knew why. He was solid muscle. She hadn’t quite
finished admiring his upper body when his hands fell to his trousers and he
began unbuckling his belt. She wanted to look away, she really did, but like a
deer caught in headlights all she could do was freeze. And hold her breath.
Then, in one smooth
move, trousers and boxer shorts were sliding down firm, muscled legs on their
way to his feet. He stepped out of them then he straightened, moving so
quickly she had no time to advert her eyes. But then, why should she? As
nervous as she was, she was still enjoying the view.
Her eyes fell on the
strength of his manhood as it stood rigid in its bed of soft blond hair. His
arousal was obvious in the throbbing of his member and the almost angry hue of
its tip. Meg swallowed hard.
She didn’t have to do
anything else because Drake moved immediately to the bed and reached out to
pull her into his embrace. He kissed her long and deep, her breasts crushed
against his chest, his heart pounding like he’d just done a hundred-meter
sprint.
When he released her it
was to press her back into the pillows, then he was kissing her neck, her
breasts, sliding his lips down, down till he was licking her navel, teasing her
with light flicks of his tongue till she moaned.
What was he doing to
her? Did he know he was driving her crazy? His tongue was turning her insides
to liquid and, holy Mary, she was growing oh, so wet.
Meg sucked in her breath
and reached for him. “Please,” she whispered. “Please, Drake,” she begged.
“Now.” The word was almost a sob. “I want you so much.”
Immediately, he slid
away from her off the bed. He reached down to where he had dropped his
trousers and pulled his wallet out of his pocket. He dug around for about
seven seconds and then a look of consternation crossed his face. Then, to
Meg’s dismay, his face fell in obvious disappointment.
She raised up off the
pillow. “What? No condom?”
He put his hand to his
forehead and groaned. “No condoms.” With a look of disgust he dropped the
wallet on top of his trousers.
“But…how come?”
Drake drew in his
breath and let it out again. Then, still looking like he could kick himself,
he walked back to the bed and with a heavy sigh he lay down beside her. He
gathered her into his arms and stroked her hair.
“I don’t know if I
should admit this but I haven’t done this in a while.” He gave her crooked
smile. “I bought a brand new pack a week ago and put it in my medicine chest
at home. This morning I went into the bathroom specifically to put it into my
wallet when the phone rang and I went to get it. I completely forgot to go
back and get the darned thing.” He gave an exaggerated sigh. “Now I
remember.”
She groaned and turned
her face into his shoulder.
“I know, honey,” he
said softly as he stroked her arm. "I know, but there’s nothing we can do
about it right now. There's no way the hotel gift and sundries shop would be
open at almost one o’clock in the morning and, stuck out here in the boonies,
it’s not like we’ll find any store near here that's open at this hour.”
Meg groaned again and
this time she gave him a little bite on the shoulder.
He jumped. “Hey, what
was that for?”
“That’s for leading me
on and then torturing me.”
“I’m sorry,” he said
sadly. “I guess I
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