The Fling

8

Shawn pushed himself up so that he was sitting. I was still straddling his lap, though I shifted slightly so that my legs were around him instead of being on my knees.

He ran a finger along my tattoo. "We need to go get that covered up. Do you have time tomorrow?"

I was surprised he hadn't asked me what the meaning of the date was. Did he assume it was a sensitive subject, or did he not really care since this was just a fling? "I'm not sure how I'll explain that to my friends. I also don't know that I want to deal with a fresh tattoo while I'm here."

"Your second point is a valid one. You definitely shouldn't wear anything that will rub it. I can give you the name of a great artist in LA if you need one. But I'm curious...is there a reason you haven't told your friends about me?" he asked.

"You told me to be discreet."

He placed his hands on my hips and pulled me forward so that I made contact with his hard dick, which was still covered by his shorts. "My expectation is that women I'm with don't go to the public with information about what we've done. It's unreasonable to think anyone will keep it a complete secret."

"If I told them, it's all they'd talk about. It's easier for me this way."

He nuzzled my neck. "You do what you're comfortable with, baby." Then he kissed me deeply.

Either the edible had fully kicked in or his kisses were delightfully dizzying. I felt wonderfully euphoric but still in control of my senses, and as his fingers worked my firm nipples, I made a mental note to pay a visit to a dispensary when I got home. I'd never use anything when my kids were with me, but the weekends they were with Bert were terrible for me, and perhaps this would take the edge off. Plus, a gummy had fewer calories than wine.

Shawn rolled me onto my back. I sighed audibly as he kissed his way down my body before placing his hot, wet mouth on my clit. Lifting his head, he smiled at me. "I love that you're so responsive."

"I can't help it when you do this so well."

He flicked the tip of his tongue across my sensitive bud before sucking on it, and the speed with which my orgasm hit was astounding, just like it had been the first time we hooked up. Not even my best toy could get me off that fast. As I recovered, he grabbed a condom and put it on. Spreading my legs wide open, I quivered with anticipation of him being inside me. He stood at the end of the bed looking at me for a moment, and then he sat down on the velvety club chair that every hotel room seems to have. "Come here," he beckoned, his voice raspy.

I felt like a blob of jelly, but I managed to get off the bed and approach him on shaky legs.

He took my hands in his and kissed each wrist. "I want you on top. Is that okay?"

I nodded before positioning my knees on either side of him. I held onto his muscular shoulders as I lowered myself down until I felt him at my wet entrance. He had his hands on my hips, holding me steady as I inched further, allowing him to fill me completely. A sound escaped my lips from the intense feeling of being stretched without genuine pain that was a cross between a moan of pleasure and a cry.

"We fit together perfectly," he murmured, making me wonder if maybe that had been part of my marital issues. Was it possible to be too small down there? You'd think giving birth would have taken care of that, but until Shawn, sex had always been slightly uncomfortable for me.

It took me several seconds to recover from the sensation of being full before I could start moving. At first I took advantage of having control. I went at the pace I wanted and reveled in how good it felt to go slowly. I figured out exactly how to angle my pelvis to have him hit the perfect spot, so when I reached down and touched myself, I came almost immediately again. Multiple O's were not something I was used to, and I wanted to enjoy them while I could.

While I was still peaking from the high of my orgasm, Shawn took hold of my hips and began moving me up and down as my walls clenched around him. The control was now his. I planted my hands on his shoulders and leaned backwards as he started to move me faster, bucking his hips every now and then which made us both cry out.

"Turn around," he ordered.

I got up and rotated so that my back was to him, and as I lowered myself onto him again, I whimpered at how good this position felt. Was the edible making everything feel exponentially better or was the sex actually this incredible? After several minutes of fucking like this, he reached one arm around and held me firmly across the shoulders while the other stroked me. There was something so intimate about how tightly he grasped me while his warm breath hit my neck.

"I'm going to come again," I said as I felt the familiar fire building in my belly.

"Good girl," he breathed into my ear. As I reached my peak for the third time, he joined me, calling out my name and a string of expletives as he found his own release.

He maneuvered my limp body so that I was sitting sideways across his lap. I rested my head in the crook of his neck and waited for my breathing and heart rate to return to normal while he stroked my back. It struck me that being with Shawn was more like making love than sex with Bert had ever been.

"It's getting close to ten," he said softly after several minutes passed.

"I don't want to go to my session. I could fall asleep like this and nap for hours."

The next thing I knew, Shawn was carrying me to his bed. He placed me on one side and covered me up before getting in on the other side. Pulling me into his arms, he said, "Let's stay here for the rest of the day. We can order lunch if we get hungry when we wake up."

"But they said we're not allowed to skip the classes we signed up for."

"Do you think they'll come looking for us like we're kids playing hooky from school?" he chuckled.

"No, but if my friends find out, I can't lie to them, and then they'll drive me crazy. Eloise is in the music and meditation class with me, and the three of us have facials after lunch."

"You don't have your session until eleven. I'm gonna skip mine, so we'll sleep for an hour, and you can still make yours. I want you to come back tonight, though."

I smiled as a warm rush of contentment washed over me. It felt really really nice to be wanted. "That sounds like a great plan. Unfortunately, I won't be able to see you later since my friends and I are venturing into the city for an illicit night out."

"Where are you headed?" he asked.

"Mia suggested Tonga Hut. The original is in North Hollywood, but none of us have ever been, so she thought it might be cool to try it here. Apparently their drinks are legendary."

"That will be fun. I'll give you one of my room keys and you can come here after."

"Seriously?"

He kissed my shoulder. "The thought of seeing you tipsy is very enticing, but obviously if you're drunk we won't do anything."

It blew my mind that he could be so fucking sexy but also such a gentleman. I rolled over so that I could look at his beautiful face. "Can we skip the nap?"

He grinned in response. "Whatever you want, baby."