Succeeding Love

No Filter

“Wow! This is nice!” Lynn looked around the room with wide, excited eyes as we walked in. “I didn’t know that they would upgrade us like that. How lucky!”

“Yeah, that was a pleasant surprise. Lucky.”

Luck had nothing to do with it. I called the hotel that she told me she reserved this morning and paid for the upgrade. I wanted the best for her, and the hot tub on the balcony was a huge selling point. The cost was double the price of the double room she had originally booked. Two beds to one king to share made me hesitate, but if she was against it, I would sleep on the couch.

When the attendant told her we had been upgraded, and told her it was to a king suite, she had the biggest, sweetest grin on her face. I don’t think she minds sharing a bed at all. All I had to worry about then was her seeing the price difference and the bill saying it had already been paid. It turned out that I didn’t have to worry about that either.

She had gotten a call from one of her kids when it came time to sign for the room. I told her to take it and finished the paperwork so she will be none the wiser. The attendant thought we were married, so signing for her was a breeze. I enjoyed being thought of as her husband too.

Our agreement for the trip was that she would pay for the hotel, and I would pay for the extras, like food and fun. I’m keeping my part in the upgraded room to myself.

She looked out the sliding doors to the balcony and squealed adorable when she saw the hot tub.

“Want to get in?” I asked, dropping our bags on the bed and coming up from behind her.

She blushed as I wrapped my arms around her waist. “Not yet,” she said shyly.

“Yeah?” I couldn’t stop myself from running my nose along the pink flush painting her neck. She was so warm and smelled so good, like flowery perfume. “We’re definitely using it later, though. Right?”

“What if I didn’t pack a bathing suit?” Her voice was sensual and airy.

Fuck. A wave of excitement moved down my back, settling right in a part of me that was pressed against her back. I had to take a tiny step back, clearing my throat as I collected myself.

“I can let you borrow mine,” I suggested with a smirk.

“Hmm, then what will you wear?” I could hear the smile in her voice.

“Nothing,” I whispered right against the hollow of her ear.

“Wow,” she gasped. “I… I want to get in right now.”

She covered her mouth quickly, and I realized she didn’t mean to say that out loud. I laughed, nuzzling my face into her neck and holding her tight to keep her from getting away.

“As much as I would love to get naked in the hot tub with you right now, it’s still bright outside, and someone might look up.”

“I was joking!” Lynn tried to twist away, but I just held her tighter.

“Sure you were,” I chuckled. “What kind of action hero would I be if I didn’t get the woman naked in the hot tub by the end of the night?”

“I won’t be naked. I’m wearing your swim shorts,” she reminded me gruffly.

“Oh. Yeah,” I chuckled against her neck. “I forgot.”

She sighed. “My poor panties.”

She then quickly covered her mouth again, and I burst into more laughter, unable to hold her any longer as my laughter got out of control.

“What’s wrong with your panties?!”

“Nothing!” She grimaced, walking off towards the bathroom. “Nothing at all!”

“Uh huh,” I plopped down at the end of the bed with a wide grin, my eyes fixed on one part of her right at her center. “Need some help?”

“Nope!” She closed the door loudly, then I heard her curse in the sweetest voice under her breath. “As if being sweaty wasn’t enough,” I heard her grumble. A minute or two later, the shower turned on.

Fuck, she was driving me crazy. I adjusted my pants, the area around my zipper getting uncomfortable and tight.

“Um,” Lynn poked her nose out from the bathroom. The door barely opened a crack. “Can you, um, bring me my bag?”

I smirked, leaning back to place my hand on it. “This one?”

She nodded, biting her bottom lip. The door opened a little more, and I could see the reflection of her naked back, round ass and all, in the mirror.

Fuck, my excitement was just calming down too. Seeing her biting her lip, and knowing she was fucking naked that close to me…. Standing up right now would be an issue.

“I don’t think I can,” I murmured, trying to look anywhere but at the crack in the door.

“And why not?” She was glaring at me in the most fucking adorable way.

“Ah,” I bent over, pretending to stretch. “We did a lot of walking today. I’m a little tired. My feet don’t want to work yet.”

She stared at me, like she couldn’t believe that I just denied her, her mouth opening in the cutest little “o”.

I sighed, taking one more look at the mirror behind her. Damn, this boner wasn’t going away soon.

“I can see your reflection in the mirror, Lynn,” I confessed.

Her eyes went wide, and she turned around and yelped so loudly, I couldn’t help but to laugh. She forgot to close the door in her rush to grab a towel to cover herself.

She looked mortified, and I felt guilty for all the teasing.

“My poor underwear,” I exclaimed, then stood up with her bag in hand, walking towards the open door.

Her eyebrows knit together. “What do you…. Oh.” She looked down and saw the strain in my jeans. “Wow.”

“Wow to you,” I husked, leaning into the door frame. “Want to try on my swim shorts right now?”

“Maybe.” her eyes were still on my junior.

I took that as a green flag to do the same, sweeping my gaze down her compact frame. The towel was bunched in her fist at her chest, and she was spilling over it. Her legs were smooth and delicious. Looking at her would not make junior go down any faster.

“Here.” I held the bag in front of her eyes, blocking her stare. “You needed this?”

“I think I need something else now,” she murmured. Her eyes went wide, and her lips pressed together. “What is wrong with me?” She groaned. “Where’s my filter?”

I was done. To hell with being patient, being reserved. To hell with waiting for the nighttime. She wanted me, and I sure as hell wanted her.

I dropped her bag to the ground. “You don’t need a fucking filter,” I growled. “I’ll give you what you really need.” I pulled her to me, grabbing her small face in both of my hands, trying to be as gentle as I could. I angled her face to brush my lips softly to hers.

“Yes,” she whispered roughly.

A smile crept to my lips before they came forcefully on hers. I devoured every gasp and moan. She tasted like tacos, zesty lime, and cilantro still coating her lips.

Her hands slipped from the towel, rising to my neck. The towel fell into a pool at her feet. I groaned, unable to resist. My hands slid down her bare back, squeezing her ass before lifting her into my arms. Her legs circled around me, and that’s when I noticed her bald, and oh-so-fucking perfect pussy wetting the front of my shirt.

“Fuck, Lynn. You know where this is heading, right?” I groaned, carrying her to the bed. “You got to tell me now if you want me to stop.”

“Don’t stop,” she begged. “Please.”

“Fuck,” I hissed. Her airy voice was making me delirious.

I laid her on her back, then stood to pull off my shirt. I took a second to admire the slick spot she left on it, smirking and showing her. She bit her lip, muttering an “oops”.

Holding her gaze, I lifted the shirt to my face, inhaling her lusty scent. She squirmed and made the cutest fucking mewling noises.

As I was kicking off my shoes, dragging off my belt and kicking off my jeans, I admired every inch of her body. She was so gorgeous. I knew she was, but seeing her completely naked, needy and on full display for me, just me….

Fuck.

This woman was now mine. Completely.

~

Feighlynn

Was this happening? Was this really happening?

That frustrating ache in the pit of my belly was making it impossible to lie still.

Vin.

Oh my golly, I’ve never seen a sexier man in my whole life.

He dug around in a pocket of his bag, making my eyes go wide and my mouth drop slightly when he pulled out an entire row of condoms. At least six total, still stuck together. He dropped the foil packets on the bed and moved his bag to the ground.

“I don’t think you brought enough,” I joked, reaching for the packets to see them. It’s been a long, long time since I’ve seen condoms.

“I don’t think I did either,” he said in a dark, raw voice that made my toes curl.

He leaned over me, and my arms instantly wrapped around his neck, hugging him close. His large, hard body felt so good pressed into mine. His lips moved with mine, driving me into a crazed frenzy.

I needed more. The ache in the pit of my belly was driving me into madness.

His hands were massaging and squeezing my breasts, my hips. He made me feel desired. Wanted. Needed. When his thick fingers found my opening, my back arched and I let out a garbled cry.

“Fuck, you’re so wet,” he moaned into my skin.

His fingers moved in and out of me a few times, then he rubbed the moisture they gathered around my clit. It was a frustrating, sweet rhythm, pumping in and out at a painfully slow pace, then circling my sensitive nub as I writhed beneath him.

Then he took his fingers away completely and brought them to his lips. Staring down at me, he sucked those two fingers into his mouth, running his tongue between them.

“Ngh,” I groaned, bucking my hips.

“I knew you’d taste so fucking good,” he husked.

With hooded eyes, he looked down at my body, exploring inside me with those thick fingers again. I thrust my pelvis against his hand, moaning when his palm created delicious friction in all the right places.

His mouth found one of my nipples, making me buck like wild. He groaned, sucking harder. His tongue was teasing my peak. It pulled at where his fingers were exploring me.

Then his mouth started moving south, leaving a wet trail from open-mouthed kisses. I stared down at him, watching the predator look in his eyes. His shoulders and back were taut, making his muscles swell in the yummiest way.

“So yummy,” I breathed out loud, voicing my filterless thoughts again.

His hot breath caressed my body as his lips curled up. “You’re so fucking yummy, baby.”

Baby. No one has ever called me baby. It made my insides clench.

When his kisses met the sensitive skin right above my sex, those green eyes met mine. He held my stare as his warm tongue stroked my slit. His fingers were curling inside of me, and his tongue was teasing me gently from the outside.

“Mmh,” he groaned, gently sucking on my nub.

His fingers moved more fervently, curling and stretching me inside. His tongue was concentrating on my bundle of nerves, sending mind-numbing currents of pleasure through my center. My legs shook. He had a hold on one of my thighs, pushing it into the mattress to keep my legs from closing. His fingers digging into my soft flesh even felt good.

When my back arched, bending high off the bed, and my eyes were rolling back with delirium, he groaned and sucked my nub even harder. His fingers and tongue were wild, driving me to that edge.

“YES!” My leg hooked around his neck, holding him in place as dots danced in my vision. My inside exploded all at once, making shivers wrack my body.

“Fuck,” he groaned, lapping up everything.

As my legs calmed, he slowed and just stared at the mess he had made of me. His satisfied smirk made my knees feel weak. My entire body felt like jelly.

“Mine,” he met my eyes, the intensity in them making my heart race. He held my gaze, then planted a long, sensual kiss right over my moist lower lips. “This pussy is mine now, Lynn. All mine.”

I nodded, eager to agree. He could have it. He treated it better than anyone ever could. Even me.

“All of you, baby,” he moved his body up the bed, his chest rubbing against mine as he held himself above me. “I want all of you.”

“Vin,” I whined, wiggling beneath him.

“Say you’re mine,” he demanded in a husky voice.

“I’m yours,” I moaned. “Please-”

His lips cut off my pleas. I groaned, tasting my moisture mixing around my mouth with his tongue. I’ve never tasted myself before. Ever. Why does it turn me on so much?

“You’re all mine,” he growled deeply. “This is just the beginning.”

My mind was in a haze. I couldn’t comprehend what that meant, but I was eager to find out.

He sat back on his heels, reaching for the foil packets beside my head. My eyes went wide when he moved his boxers down his waist.

I had a decent idea of what I was getting into. I saw the strain on his jeans. I sat in his lap in the pool yesterday. Seeing it, having it right in my face, was still a shock. A huge shock.

“Wow.”

His confident smirk erupted into airy laughter. “Damn,” he chuckled, tearing the foil with his teeth. “You make me feel ten feet tall.”

“Are you not?!” My eyes were still on his thing, watching as he pulled the rubbery material over its firmness.

“Fuck, you’re adorable,” he groaned.

He leaned back over me, adjusting himself to press against my wetness. He was cradling my face in his hands, staring at me with so much affection it made my face burn.

“You’re beautiful, Lynn. Inside and out.” He rested his head on mine, nuzzling his nose against me.

I closed my eyes, letting myself believe his words. He makes me feel beautiful. My mom’s body, with stretch marks and cellulite, feels twenty years old again with him.

His hands roamed, caressing my soft skin. I pushed my chest into his grabby fingers and moaned as they continued down to my waist.

“Every fucking inch of you is beautiful.” He lifted my thigh to hook over his hip. “And you’re mine.”

“Yours,” I breathed, brushing my lips with his.

With one powerful thrust, he filled me. He swallowed my cries as I adjusted to him. His hands were digging into the skin of my thighs, holding me still. His breath was as ragged as mine.

We were connected. Completely. It was like our hearts were beating at the same speed. The same rhythm.

His lips were moving with mine, and he slowly moved. My legs curled around his waist, my back arching off the bed. He was reaching a place so deep I didn’t know if I was trying to get away or begging for more.

“Fuck,” he groaned. His whole body was strained, like he was holding himself back.

The painful stretching got sweeter and sweeter with every thrust, and soon I was meeting him eagerly. I wanted more.

He sat back on his heels, holding my legs to his chest. Watching him get lost in the pleasure of making everything in me clench.

Just when I thought it couldn’t get any better, he started kissing my instep. He ran his tongue up the underside of my foot and sucked my toes into his mouth.

I bucked, screaming out, feeling the tug deep in me. My insides were quivering.

I had never, ever felt anything like that before.

He stared down at me with hooded eyes, that predatory expression on his sexily handsome face. His teeth scraped against the pads on my toes and l couldn’t take anymore.

Screaming out my orgasm, my legs shook violently. He groaned, relentlessly pumping into me through my climax.

When my legs stilled and I released my death grip on the sheets, he leaned back over my body. He crashed his mouth to mine, devouring my lips. He wrapped his arms around my waist, lifting me off the bed.

I was suddenly on top, straddling him, grinding my body into his as my sex squeezed his massive length. He had my butt in his hands, guiding me, thrusting upward and making everything so much more intense. He was impossibly deeper. It felt like he was about to break through, but I loved it. Everything was so new. So intense. So mind-numbing and amazing.

“Fuck, baby. One more time. Cum for me one more time,” he growled, intensifying his assault.

“Vin,” I groaned, quickening my pace.

The build-up was about to explode once again. Everything was too intense in this position. Seeing him lost in me was tipping me over that edge.

“Vin!” The dams were about to burst. I couldn’t keep it in.

A guttural growl rumbled in his sexy, muscled chest. His legs flexed behind me. He pulled me in for a kiss, and as I was crying my release against his lips, I felt the pulsing strains of him doing the same.

“Fuck, baby,” he grunted, holding my ass still firmly against him until his body relaxed. I collapsed on his chest, spent and feeling the best kind of relaxed.

“Wow,” I gasped, still trying to catch my breath.

“Wow,” he kissed the top of my head. His hand pressed into my back, and I felt totally enshrined in bliss and his comfort. “You okay?

“So okay,” I murmured. “My body feels like jello.”

“Mmh, let me see.” His hands moved to my sides, then I squealed as he squeezed me.

“Stop!” I laughed hysterically, thrashing on top of him.

His deep chuckles vibrated between us. His fingers quit their assault, and he hugged me tight.

“Your mine,” he husked deeply, his lips teasing my jaw. “You’re my girl now, Lynn. You know that, right? No take backs.”

I giggled at his playful tone. I folded my hands on his chest and rested my chin on them. “Then you’re my man?”

He smiled widely, kissing my forehead. “I’m your man.”

~

“The sun is finally going down,” I said, staring out the balcony window at the pinkish sky. I was lying across Vin’s lap as he rubbed soothing circles up and down my back.

“Ready to use the hot tub?” he laughed softly.

“Not yet.” I rolled over to stare at him. We used half the foil packets he brought, and as great as a hot soak would feel right now, there’s something I need even more. “I’m hungry.”

“Are you hungry, or hungry?” He wiggled his eyebrows.

“Regular hungry for now,” I giggled. “I need food.”

“Yeah? I guess we worked up an appetite. Want to just order room service?”

I bit my bottom lip, thinking for a few moments, then shook my head. “Let’s go out. The baby ducks are hungry too.”