My Twist of Fortune by Rayne, Piper (little red riding hood read aloud txt) 📗

out from under me and my back falls to the mattress only seconds before his mouth covers my nipple and sucks it. My fingers wind through the strands of his dark blond hair while my eyes fight to stay open despite the sensations rushing through my body.

I’m not sure I remember Jeff ever cherishing my body like Hank is. His mouth never stays in one place too long, as though he’s worried he’ll leave a part of my body untouched. I welcome the exploration because I fully intend on exploring his body over the next twelve hours too.

Somewhere between the kisses and touching and moaning, we shed each other’s clothes. I watch Hank get off the bed, heading to his overnight bag, and I’d like some of whatever he’s doing. His body is amazing for being in his forties, and his long thick length pointing north makes me tingle with just the thought of him inside me.

“What?” he asks, standing at the foot of the bed, rolling on a condom. “I figured better safe than sorry.”

I rise up on my elbows. “I have an IUD.”

“So off?”

“Are you clean?” I can’t stop the smile spreading across my face. I’m barely able to swallow my laugh. We both know we’re clean. The first thing I did after Jeff told he’d been cheating was get tested. Not like we had been sleeping together anyway.

He tears it off and tosses it into the trash can. “Bareback it is.”

I open my legs wider, welcoming his hips. The tip of his dick pushes against my opening.

“You’re sure?” he asks.

I nod. “Kiss me.”

He does, and his tongue licks the seam of my lips as his hard length slowly enters me. At first we’re all sensual movements, gliding, sliding like trained ballet dancers. But after he’s fully inside me, he stills and I lock my legs around his waist. After a few seconds, he moves, but his head dips to take my nipple into his mouth and his hands grab my ass.

He thrusts instead of gliding into me. It’s incredible how fast he gets me right to the brink of my orgasm. I’m clenching my walls around him so hard to keep from coming that Hank is growling. I’ve never been so happy I practiced Kegel exercises after my babies.

Soon though, I lose all control and my hands can’t get enough of him. Words of praise drip from my mouth about how good he is, how I’ve never been this turned on, how badly I want to come. His only answer is to tell me how much he loves fucking me and how he’s dreamed of this moment since I arrived back in town. Sweat drips between our bodies and Hank looks down at me with so much emotion in his eyes, my orgasm waves the white flag. I come so hard, every muscle in my body tenses so that I’m gripping him like a fist.

A devilish smirk crosses Hank’s face and he relentlessly pumps into me before a few off-tempo thrusts and a loud groan. He falls on me, kissing me before rolling over and lying next to me. Shit, I’ve been missing that in my life for a long, long time.

“I’ll be right back,” he says, still panting.

He comes back with a washcloth, and after we’re both cleaned up, he opens the sheets and comforter for me to slip under.

“I think we deserve an afternoon nap,” he says.

I nuzzle into his chest, his fingers running along my back, and that same sensation wraps around me. That I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be.

* * *

Three hours later, I wake up to the door clicking shut and I bolt up, finding the bed empty. I look around.

Hank is wheeling in a room service tray. “Did you think I left you?” He chuckles. “I’m waiting for the encore.”

Did I? No. I think I was just in such a deep sleep, I forgot where I was. I turn toward the clock, happy to see I didn’t sleep away too much of our date.

“Hungry?” he asks without me answering the previous question. He’s got on a pair of flannel pants and no shirt.

I bite my bottom lip at how delectable he looks. But my body must sense sustenance nearby because my stomach rumbles. “What did you get?”

“A little bit of everything,” he says, taking off the silver lids. There’s a hamburger, pasta, fries, fish, quesadillas.

“Looks yummy.” I get out of the bed to grab some clothes, but before I get to my suitcase, he grabs me and kisses my neck, his erection nudging against my ass.

“I want you again,” he mumbles into my skin.

I circle around and fall to my knees, then I pull down the waistband of his pants, freeing his cock. I grip the base and run my tongue along the length, my eyes on his the entire time.

His hand falls to the back of my head and his eyes grow more heated as I open my mouth over the tip and swallow him down. “Fuck, Marla.”

I’ve never liked the sound of my name more.

It’s late and the view out the window is only darkness. We sit on the couch in the hotel room with a tray of desserts in front of us. Marla picks up a piece of cheesecake, digs a fork in, and offers it to me. I open my mouth and swallow. She’s so sexy and beautiful. I hate that a small amount of guilt niggles at my happiness because of Laurie.

“What are you thinking about?” She leans forward and presses her lips to mine. “You look upset.”

“Nothing.”

She tilts her head and raises her eyebrows.

I remain silent, not wanting to ruin this night by talking about my dead wife.

She places the cheesecake down on the table. “You can talk to me about her, you know.”

From her expression, I’m sure she means it. “I’m so happy to be here with you.”

She wiggles her feet under my ass and leans her back