It’s Only Temporary by Iona Rose

Connor

Iwas so close. So tantalizing close but I didn’t want the first time I came to be in Bianca’s hot mouth. With a groan and all my self-control, I gently pulled my cock out of her mouth. She raised her gorgeous face, framed by her wild looking hair, and raised an eyebrow questioningly.

“I want to be inside you,” I told her.

She blew air out of her mouth and nodded. I was glad that Tony had insisted that I carry a packet of condoms saying one never knew. I owed him one, I thought as I pulled one from the packet.

Bianca took it from me and pushed me to lie on my back which I was more than happy to do as I could watch her without distractions. As she tore the condom covering with her teeth, she kept glancing at me and flashing me her gorgeous seductive smile.

My cock bobbed up and down in anticipation and she laughed as she wrestled with it to slip the condom on. I found myself doing something that I knew was wrong and unfair, yet I couldn’t help it. I compared Bianca to Angie.

I liked how sex was obviously fun to Bianca while Angie approached sex as one did an important task. She was too self-conscious to enjoy herself and I was always left with the feeling that she wasn’t a hundred percent there. I didn’t feel that way with Bianca which shot the intimacy levels between us through the roof.

Bianca had beautiful full breasts and I watched them jiggle as she straddled me. I reached out to cup them and tease her big brown nipples. She moaned and was momentarily distracted as I flicked my thumbs over them.

I sat up, splayed my hands over her back and licked the valley between her breasts. I shifted my attention to her nipples taking turns to suck and lick each of them.

“You’re exquisite,” I told her between mouthfuls. I brought my hands to the front and pushed her breasts together to make it easier to move from one to the other.

Her moans filled the room, making me feel like the greatest lover who ever lived. I knew that she had a great body. Her clothes fitted her to perfection. Without clothes though, Bianca’s body was perfect.

The kind of body that men have craved through the years. A body that belonged on the cover of Playboy Magazine. Curves for days. A wholly feminine figure. My kind of body which was weird because Angie’s body was the opposite of Bianca’s.

She placed a flat palm on my chest and gently pushed me back to a lying down position. She held my gaze as she held my cock with one hand and gently lowered herself on it.

A glazed look came over her eyes as I filled and stretched her. Her eyes widened as she took more and more of my cock. Her pussy stretched to accommodate me and I took control by gripping her hips and lowering her slowly, inch by inch.

She felt so fucking good. So tight. The urge to come came over me but I ignored it and concentrated on the pleasure evident on Bianca’s face. She threw her head back as though her neck could no longer support it.

And then my cock was completely in, buried to the hilt. I lifted Bianca up, almost to the point of complete withdrawal and then brought her down on my cock again. She leaned forward and placed her hands palms down on my chest.

She took up my rhythm and thrust onto me. Hard. I was drawn deep into her and I grinded my teeth to maintain my control. Our breaths grew ragged as our pace increased. I felt like the luckiest man on earth. Sex with Bianca was out of this world. An experience that was sure to spoil other women for me.

“Connor, please.”

I reached a hand between her legs and found her sweet spot and as she bounced on me, I rubbed her clit and seconds later, she tensed and then screamed out my name in a way that could only mean one thing.

Seeing her like that, with her head thrown back in wild abandon was more than I could take and I groaned out my release, feeling as if all of me was being emptied out.

I collapsed next to her and held her as our fast breaths filled the room. I’d had sex more times than I could count, but none of those instances had ever come close to what I’d felt with Bianca.

While it was exhilarating, it also left me confused and I couldn’t help but wonder if I had settled for less with Angie. There was a lot that had been wrong with that relationship, but I’d figured no relationship was perfect.

But sex was another beast all together. I loved intimacy with the woman I loved and I thought I had it with Angie. Clearly not.

Iwoke up the following morning spooning the soft body of a woman. At first, I thought it was Angie and I was preparing to inch back when the events of the previous night came to. I realized with relief that it was Bianca and I stayed put.

Angie hated physical contact the following morning before we had both showered and brushed our teeth. I’d always laughingly dismissed it as an adorable quirk but now, lying next to Bianca’s warm body, it hit me what I’d been missing. The physical affection in a relationship was very important to me but I’d pushed it to the back burner because Angie disliked it.

I reviewed the previous night and smiled. It would definitely go down in history as one of the hottest nights I’d ever experienced.

Bianca stirred and then stretched. She went still and I could easily imagine what was going on in her head. She was frantically searching her memory for who the guy behind her is. Then her muscles relaxed and she turned around.

Her beauty hit me afresh as she tossed her hair away from her face. I leaned forward to kiss her forehead.

“Good morning,” I told her.

“Morning,” she murmured.

“Did you know that you snore when you sleep?”

She glared at me which made me laugh. “I do not snore.”

“Just the slightest bit,” I said.

“I don’t believe you Connor Kennedy.”

She sounded so stinking cute when she used my full name like that. I touched her lightly on the chin and grew serious.

“Thank you for last night,” I told her. She had given me a gift and I didn’t want her to think it had been just another night for me.

She smiled almost shyly and unable to resist, I pulled her into my arms and kissed her. I waited for her to complain that we hadn’t showered but instead, she closed the distance between us and kissed me back fervently.

I was getting addicted to her minty scent. It was intoxicating and hot. I moved away from her mouth and trailed kisses down her body wanting to kiss every inch of her skin. She lay back as if offering herself to me like a gift.

I paused over her breasts which were even more beautiful under natural light, and teased her nipples with my tongue and fingers.

“That feels so good. More.” Bianca said, making me smile. There was nothing like a woman who knew what she wanted and was not afraid of voicing it.

I took a nipple between my teeth and grazed it softly. She cried out softly and I did it over and over again. I gave her nipples one more lick and then continued on my path down her body until I found myself between her legs.

I licked her sweetness and then clamped my mouth onto her clit. She let out a cry and exploded into an orgasm that rocked her whole body. I kept licking her until the vibrations ended and then I folded her into my arms.

Minutes later, Bianca’s breathing grew heavy, and I knew that she had fallen asleep. I gave her five minutes and extricated her gently from my arms and padded into the bathroom. I whistled as I went about getting ready for the day. I didn’t have a lot planned but that was the essence of a vacation, right?

The ladies were going dress shopping though. Bianca had made plans with my sister, mom and Aunt Catherine to go shopping. She needed a dress for the wedding rehearsal dinner.

I finished showering and dressing and stood over Bianca contemplating whether to wake her up or not. I glanced at the time. Half past eight. I made a snap decision to go to the kitchen and prepare a breakfast tray for her.

“Hey,” James said when I entered the kitchen. “Shouldn’t you still be in bed with your fiancé? You’re on vacation.”

I switched the topic. “Any coffee lying around that a thirsty man can drink?”

James laughed knowing that I’d changed the topic. He poured me some coffee and invited me to serve myself some breakfast. I heaped bacon and toast onto a plate and sat on one of the kitchen stools. James poured himself some coffee and joined me.

Ethan, one of the cooks passed by and clapped me on the back. In the far corner of the kitchen, Margaret Hayes was piling dirty dishes into the industrial sized dishwasher. She worked in the kitchen and was the gatekeeper’s wife.

It was funny but the kitchen had always been my favorite place to hang out. Unlike the other parts of the lodge, there were people always available to talk.

“Who is baking the wedding cake?” I asked James.

“That would be Macy,” he said.

“Keeping it in the family, eh?” I teased him.

His wife owned a bakery in town and she made most of the desserts and cakes that were eaten at the lodge.

“Of course,” James said grinning. “So tell me about the mysterious fiancée. Why are we only meeting her now? Not that we’re complaining especially because she’s super friendly. I’m impressed by your choice actually.”

I wasn’t sure whether to be pleased or uncomfortable. I felt both. I was glad that Bianca had received a lot of my friends and family’s stamp of approval but I had to wonder if they would have felt the same way about Angie who had been my real fiancée.

Something told me no. Angie was fun and good company once you got to know her. But she wasn’t very good with strangers and she liked to make fun of herself that way.

We chatted easily as we ate breakfast and when I was done, James prepared a tray for Bianca.

“How does she like her eggs,” James said.

I had no idea. “Scrambled.” My tone was as unsure as I felt and James gave me a funny look.

I knew so little about Bianca. She was a complete stranger. That fact hit me like a ton of bricks. There was nothing I could do to change that either. It didn’t matter how much preparation we did, we were still strangers.

“Thanks,” I said to James, taking the tray from him.

I carried it to our room and found Bianca awake and sitting up in bed. “Good morning beautiful.”

“Are you always this cheerful in the mornings?” she said, peering up at me.

The odd feelings I’d had earlier of Bianca and me being strangers evaporated as I looked at her. She was a lovely person and so fucking gorgeous. That’s all I needed to know. It didn’t matter whether she took her coffee black or with cream, neither did it matter if her eggs were scrambled or poached.

She had made what would have been a difficult time fun and sexy. I was going to focus on having a sizzling affair with a sexy, beautiful woman.