Surrender by June Gray

his balls heavy and ticklish on my mound.
    â€œWhat are you doing?” I asked, the sight of him over me taking my breath away. My insides throbbed, aching to be filled.
    He swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down. “I’m memorizing you, trying to appreciate you with all my senses,” he said in a roughened voice.
    â€œAre you done? Because I’d really like to be fucked now.”
    A hint of a smile playing along his lips, he rolled off me to get a condom. He settled back between my legs, the unopened package in his hands.
    â€œWait,” I said before he ripped the wrapper. “I want to feel you without it.”
    His eyes bored into me, and just when I thought he would reject the idea, he said, “I’m clean.”
    â€œGood. I can’t get pregnant.”
    He let out a breath and threw aside the foil package. He positioned himself at my entrance, waiting for an answer. “Are you sure?” he asked, his elbows on either side of my head.
    I lifted my hips and felt him penetrate my cleft. “Definitely.”
    He sank down into me with a pained groan, our naked bodies aligning. “Julie,” he rasped. “You feel incredible.”
    I wrapped my legs around his ass, reveling in the pleasure of his bare skin against my channels. I clutched him tighter as he began to rock his hips back and forth, thrusting into me in a steady rhythm. He wrapped his arm around my back and held tight as his thighs nudged my legs farther apart, allowing him to plunge deeper until he found my G-spot. Over and over his thick cock stroked me, ripping ragged moans from my throat.
    I gripped his ass, digging my fingers into his flesh, enjoying the sensation of his crotch rubbing against my clit. Then he took hold of my wrists and held them above my head, his gaze holding me in place. It was an incredibly intimate moment, as if our bodies as well as our minds were connected. If it was possible to peer directly into someone’s soul, I was sure I could see into his and he into mine.
    I had never felt more naked in my entire life.
    I felt the climax rip through me the moment I came to the realization that I was starting to fall for this man. A tremor traveled over my entire body but Neal held me down, prolonging the pleasure with his firm thrusts, and I bit into his shoulder to muffle my cries as the orgasm went on and on.
    His breathing sped up at the same time as his movements, and his body bowed over me as he pressed into me one last time, his entire body a landscape of taut muscles.
    After the end of his climax, he relaxed, supporting his weight on his elbows as his fingers brushed the sides of my face. Tears escaped out the corners of my eyes, and though I tried, I was too weak to rein in my emotions. So I just stared into his eyes, helpless and crying, drawing in ragged breaths.
    Neal didn’t have to ask what was wrong. I suspected he already knew. “Julie,” he whispered, wiping away my tears. “I feel it, too.”
    â€”
    After taking a shower together, we ordered room service and ate dinner on the bed, wearing nothing but thick bathrobes.
    â€œTry this,” he said, picking up a wedge of pineapple with his fingers and bringing it to my lips.
    I opened up and took it in, sucking the juice off his fingers. “This is the sweetest pineapple I’ve ever tasted.” I looked around at the empty plates on the tray, coming to the conclusion that perhaps my enjoyment of this food had something to do with my revelation earlier. Everything, even the pumped-in hotel air, seemed more fresh.
    I crawled around behind him and peeled the robe away from his back, exposing the faint lines of his eagle tattoo. I traced a finger along the light brown outline of the stylized bird, its wings spread out over his shoulders.
    If I believed in omens, I would think that this tattoo was the universe’s way of telling me that this man had been brought to me for a