Brook just dropped back against the bed and sighed. I rolled her over onto her stomach so I could toy with her perfect butt. I was a dyed-in-the-wool butt man, and Brook Davis had a magnificent one. Several models I knew would be envious of her firm, athletic globes. She shivered as I used feather-like touches to caress her. Brook turned her head back to me and arched her back like a cat in invitation. I ran my tongue up her back until I was high enough to kiss her over her shoulder. After we parted, I looked down and grasped my member. I pushed the head between her nether lips to gather moisture to help ease my entry, then looked up at her and smiled.
“I want you in me now,” she demanded.
“Bossy, are we?” I teased.
I wanted to be in her as much as she wanted it. Somehow, Mr. Happy found where he wanted to be, and Brook took the decision out of my hands as she pushed back. It was my turn to moan as her ‘hotness’ engulfed me. I reached down and grasped her perfect round ass so I could see where he’d gone to ground. She trembled as she finally was able to push my full length into her depths.
We both moaned when I was all the way in. I began to gently rock back and forth, bottoming out with every thrust. When I was sure I was coated with enough lubrication, I started to saw in and out with a purpose. The inner beast emerged, and I began to let my hips fly. We came together with fierce passion.
I’m not sure if it was because we’d finally come to grips with loving each other or what, but I couldn’t remember sex being any better than this. Not ever. I took in every detail, working to carve this memory in my head as if in stone. I wanted to remember every detail of how Brook looked, how she felt under me, her taste, her scent, and, most importantly, her cries of pleasure. Being inside her was about more than just sex. This was the woman I loved.
Brook began to chant my name as I pounded away.
“David. David.”
She repeated it over and over again as she took everything I had to give. Seeing her in the throes of passion gave me a surge of adrenaline. Every inch of me was abuzz. I closed my eyes as Brook tightened around me. I gave her two more thrusts and then the dam broke. A torrent of my essence pulsed deep inside of her. That was enough to trigger Brook’s release as well because she joined me and began to milk me dry.
“Gaaaahhhhd,” she screamed.
I collapsed and rolled to the side so I wouldn’t crush her. Brook all but pounced on me when she was free and began to kiss me all over my face.
“This just might be the best Christmas ever!” she announced.
I thought about it and had to agree with her.
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Brook lured me out of bed with the promise of food. We strolled to the restaurant and found we were the only people there. We asked our server, and she told us that there was only one other guest in the hotel today. She assured us they would be full by tomorrow.
After breakfast, Brook left to be pampered at the spa, and I decided to swim and lay out. For a midwestern boy, the balmy 75° was comfortable. While the bungalow we’d rented had a private pool, it was enclosed by a privacy fence that blocked the view. The allure of Palm Springs was the view of the desert mountains in the distance and the palm trees. I decided to go to the main pool so I would have the full experience.
When they’d renovated the hotel, they had done an excellent job. They’d done such a good job that they’d earned a place on the Leading Hotels of the World (LHW) collection. To garner that honor, they had to meet rigorous standards for even the most discerning guests, from service and cuisine to facilities and linens. I could see stealing several ideas for my own house, just from the pool area alone.
It was like you’d been dropped into a Hollywood set of the type you would expect in my upcoming James Bond film. The pool was surrounded by beach recliners, and I envisioned the beautiful and wealthy people sunning themselves while sipping elegant cocktails. I picked a recliner in the sun and leaned it back. With a full stomach, combined with my morning activities, it wasn’t a shock that I dozed off.
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“There you are,” Brook said to wake me up. “You’re starting to get too much sun.”
“How was the spa?” I asked.
“Fabulous. Let’s move to a covered area,” she suggested.
I looked down and saw a tinge of pink, so I was ready to move. Brook led me over to the hot-tub zone. It also had a row of recliners, but behind it, they had larger two-person recliners under an awning to get you out of the sun. This was much better.
We’d just settled in when a waitress appeared.
“David, Brook, can I get you something from the bar?” she asked.
