If Only

Chapter 11

Chapter 11

Mombasa, Kenya

Cora

We arrived back late at our oceanfront resort in Mombasa. The entire day I'd been high from our balloon ride over Tsavo West. Julian had kept his promise and distracted me wonderfully as we rose above the savanna. I'd wanted to reciprocate, but we'd not been alone and I wasn't entirely convinced that Bill hadn't known exactly what his good mate was up to.

Julian grabbed our bags from the trunk. A bellboy came rushing to help. Usually I would have carried my bag myself, but I was exhausted after the early start to the day and the little sleep last night. We walked hand-in-hand into the deserted reception area. Only a few people were lounging around here and there this late Thursday night.

"My room or yours?" Julian broke the silence and the air crackled with expectation. I paused and he turned towards me. One look at him and I was lost, my sleep-deprivation forgotten and my traitorous body humming in anticipation. What was this?

"Mine, if that's okay. I need to get an early start and submit the first article." I wanted him again, but my job was equally important.

"Can we go through the photos tomorrow morning? If you want some of them developed, let me know. I've got a darkroom in town." He took my hand again and led us to my room.

"Don't think it will be necessary; I'll enclose electronic copies to the email, but thank you." I took in his frame in the dim light from the hallway. He was so handsome and even more so now with his devilish smile on a scruffy chin after a long day's work.

"Cora," he said and tugged me close to him.

"Mmm, Julian."

"Thank you for giving in to us. The play was fun, but this feels even better." His voice was honest and raw.

"Well, I kind of couldn't prevent myself from running straight to you. I was so ready." I laughed and opened the door with my keycard.

"And what about now?" He whispered in my ear. "Are you ready again?"

“Well, Mr. Stamina, I thought I was tired but you somehow energize me. I desperately need a shower; care to join me?"

Julian carried our bags inside. As soon as he'd dumped them in the small hallway, he pulled at my shirt and I fumbled with his zipper. There were frenzied hands everywhere, pulling and tugging our clothes off. I dropped my bra as the last item and was suddenly very much aware of how naked I was. My hand immediately fell in front of my breasts.

“Don't, Cora, you're stunning. Look what you do to me." My eyes fell to his proud erection. "I'm so f*****g attracted to you. I can't walk because I'm half hard when I'm around you. All. The. f*****g. Time." He pulled me to him. I felt his hard-on poking at my abdomen and I licked my lips. "Come on, let's shower together and then we need sleep,” he said.

"Condom, we need a condom." I was barely thinking straight, but he released his embrace long enough so that he could find a small foil package in his luggage.

"You're going to be the absolute death of me, princess."

I practically dragged him to the shower stall and when the warm water cascaded down on us, I finally kissed him. I'd been hungry for him all day. Since our private balloon trip this morning, we hadn't been in a situation where mauling each other had been appropriate. A stolen touch and a knowing smile were all we'd been able to afford. The kiss deepened and I lost myself in our tangle of tongues. I delved into him as he explored my mouth. I could do this all day forever.

"I love your mouth on me," he growled as I pulled slightly away from him and kissed a path from his chin down his chest and farther down. "So much, baby. You're amazing. Suck me."

His words of encouragement fed my hunger for him and this time I didn't tease him but dove right in. I took him in as far as I could and he yelled out in pleasure. The water splashed down on me and he moved a fraction to shield me from the water as I started my determined pace with him in my mouth.

"Please Cora, I don't want to come like this. I need to make it good for you." He pulled me up to him and bent down to find my mouth in a searing kiss.

"I love to suck your big c**k, Julian; it feels so good," I whispered wantonly and couldn't recognize my own voice.

"And you do it so well, princess. Best blowjobs in the world, but I need to feel your p***y around me." His explicit language turned me on and I felt how ready I was for him. He hunched down and licked my needy core.

I dropped my head back on the cold tiles. "Your tongue should be illegal, Julian; it's lethal." It only spurred on his mission. "I don't want to come like this; please don't...let...me...come." But he didn't let up. He held me in place with a firm hand as he tongued me feverishly, and I came all over him. My orgasm continued to shake me as he got to his feet, turned me around and positioned himself behind me. The telltale rustle with the foil wrapper sent another spasm through me. I anticipated his next move as I braced my arms on the wall and pushed myself back towards him.

"You are one sexy sight, Cora, and now I will f**k you hard. So hard, baby. This is what you want, right?"

"Please, just f**k me," I moaned as he powered into me. In one swift movement I was so full and he stopped for a second.

"Just need to hold still for a moment, don't move, or I WILL COME,” he whisper-groaned in my ear. I couldn't help myself but wiggled teasingly on him. "Cora, dammit. Do you want it hard and fast?" I nodded and pushed back on him. He pulled out almost all the way and I sighed at the loss of him, but in another hard move he was back inside me. The pace quickened and we chased our mutual release. "Princess, can you come again?" he asked in a strained voice.

"Think so." He snaked a hand around my waist and found my c**t with his strong fingers. "So good, so fantastic," I moaned as my climax crashed down on me out of nowhere. My spasms held him in a tight grip and he f****d me a few hard times before he stilled and shouted out his orgasm.

"I hope we didn’t wake up the entire hotel," he laughed in a low voice as he withdrew from my warmth.

"Well, maybe we've instigated a lot of hot lovemaking around the private rooms." I turned off the shower as he got rid of the condom. He threw me a big, white, fluffy towel and I dried myself; meanwhile, my eyes were trained on the beautiful man before me. His hair was a few shades darker when it was wet and I wanted to run my fingers through it again. He smiled with dimples and I was lost in him.

"Come on, let's get some shuteye."

I checked my phone. It was after one in the morning. The alarm would go off at six and I needed to submit the first article by nine. I knew I could do it. I'd been under much harder pressure before in my career, but never had I been this distracted.

Julian pulled the covers away and climbed into bed. I was momentarily startled at how right this felt, but I chased the thought away.

***

Fortunately, the alarm didn't wake Julian, who was sound asleep on his back. We'd conked out the minute our heads hit the pillows and I'd slept through the night. I sipped my instant coffee and folded my legs under me in the armchair. My computer was positioned in my lap and I already had the first paragraphs down. As the story unfolded before my eyes I was sure that I was onto something. There was a handful of schools that had been promised monetary contributions from the specific organization. However, they had yet to see the funds in their accounts. I couldn't prove that the money had gone to someone's pockets or simply hadn't been delivered yet, but everything was off. The editor-in-chief had agreed on publishing the articles as a series as I dug more in-depth into the subject. Sometimes new sources would appear out of nowhere when issues were brought forward in the news.

"How's it going, babe?" Julian's rusty voice stopped my fingers on the keyboard and I looked up.

"Great. Fantastic, actually."

"You sound surprised." He sat up in bed and the duvet fell to his waist. The golden sun-kissed skin lured me in.

“Well, I'm not surprised that I have something but I'm confident that the avalanche will roll pretty soon after the first articles are published. Someone at the top of the organization will have to answer the questions I pose." I placed my computer on the coffee table. "Can I get you a cup of coffee?" I got to my feet. He started to move and rustled the bedsheets. "Please, stay. I'll get a cup for you." My eyes already wandered over his body and dangerously low. Still, I needed to finish both articles if we were going to take the weekend off.

"I'll get out of your hair as soon as we book the getaway for the weekend." He accepted the cup I handed him as I sat down on the bed. "Assuming you can still get away. If not, we can postpone until next weekend.” His consideration for my job touched me.

"We can definitely go this weekend. The pieces are due today and will run tomorrow and Sunday." I lifted the duvet slightly and ran my hand over Julian's muscled thigh.

"Hmm, do you have time for this, Cora?" He grabbed my hand and positioned it lower, directly on his hard-on. I sat my coffee on the nightstand and he placed his cup next to it.

"Probably not, but I need you and then you can get out of my hair as you put it." I pulled down the duvet and lifted my oversized T-shirt over my head.

"No panties, Cora. f*****g sexy." He'd come to bed prepared and grabbed a condom in the drawer of the bedside table. "Ride me, princess. It's f*****g sexy seeing your boobs bounce as you lose yourself on me."

"And I love holding your big c**k captive in me." I sank down on him and rode us to release.

***

"See you later, baby." Julian kissed me tenderly before retreating to his own room. I was eager to press "send" on the first article and finish number two. When I was done, I got to have more time with Julian and I was slowly becoming addicted to having him around.

He was going to book our getaway and he'd proposed Zanzibar as weekend-destination. Of course, he had a friend who owned a small private plane business and he'd promised me to distract me again as I hated heights. I'd joked that he sounded like the Garth Brooks song "Friends in Low Places,” and he'd commented that you couldn't take the south out of a Southern belle. Honestly, I was eager to go with him to Zanzibar and have him all to myself on the beach for two whole days and nights.

I submitted my second article and called my editor. She picked up on the first ring.

***