Forever Too Far

was relaxed from the pampering. I was almost sluggish. Rush turned off the water and reached for two large towels. One he wrapped in my hair and the other one he wrapped aroun d my body. Then he picked me up, carried me to the bed, and laid me down.
         “Just rest. I’ll be right back,” he whispered before kissing my forehead and walking back to the bathroom. The view of his naked ass was tempting and I wanted to stay awake. Having him touch me that way had turned me on even if that hadn’t been his intention. I tried to wait on him but my eyes grew heavy and I faded away.
     
     
     
     
         I snuggled deeper into the warmth. It smelled of sunshine and ocean air. Sighing contentedly, I rubbed my cheek against the comforting warmth. It chuckled.
         My eyes opened and Rush’s bare chest was pressed up against my face. Smiling , I kissed it and peered up at him. The amused smirk on his lips only made me giggle.
         “ You’re like a little kitten in the mornings,” he said with a deep husky voice. He must have just woken up too.
         “If you didn’t feel so good I wouldn’t be searching you out to rub up against you in my sleep.”
         Rush winked. “Then I’m glad I feel good because your sweet ass is n’t going to be rubbing against anyone else. I’d have to kill someone.”
        I loved this man.
        “I’m sorry I fell asleep so quickly last night.”
         Rush shook his head. “Don’t be. I love knowing I relaxed you and it was easy for you to fall asleep. I don’t like seeing you sad.”
         I loved this man a whole damn lot.
         Stretching against him, I slipped both hands behind his neck and pressed my body against his.  I squeezed my legs from the tingle of anticipation when his erection brushed my upper thigh.  I needed him this morning. After the sweet moment last night I needed to feel completely connected now.
         “Make love to me,” I whispered tucking my head in the crook between his neck and shoulder.
         “My pleasure,” he murmured and slipped his hand in between my thighs. He lifted one of my legs up and rested it on his hip. I was wide open and the exposed feeling excited me. His fingers grazed the inside of my thighs, teasing me by barely brushing  at my swollen needy entrance. I whimpered, hoping to hurry him up but he would not be pressured. Instead, it seemed to make him worse. His rough fingertips traced patterns from my knees up to the very top of my thigh then back again.
         I was positive that his play had caused me to get embarrassingly wet. “Rush, please.”
         “Please what, sweet Blaire. What do you want me to do?”
         I’d told him what I wanted already. Apparently, he wanted to hear more. Rush and his naughty talk always excited me.  “Touch me.”
         “I am touching you,” he replied.
         “Touch me higher,” I begged. He wanted me to talk dirty. I was going to tease him too.
         He ran his finger in in the crease of my thigh and I gripped his arms tightly and trembled. He was so close. “Here?” he asked.
         I shifted so that his finger slipped closer. He started to move his hand away and stopped. “Fuck,” he moaned sliding his finger into me slowly. “So wet. I can’t tease you when you’re already so wet,” he whispered. 
         I cried out as he gently ran his fingertip over my cl it. He had me spread open and having his hands touching me only made me crazier. I wanted more.
         “My sweet girl was so ready for me,” he said moving two fingers inside me and pressing against my g spot.
         The loud cry of pleasure that ripped out of me was more than he could handle. He grabbed my waist and positioned me over him before slowly sinking me down over his cock. “Damn , how’d it get tighter?” he growled, squeezing my hips and rocking against me as I sat down on him taking every inch inside me. This was what I’d wanted. To be full. Of Rush.
     

 
    RUSH
     
         Blaire wouldn’t agree to my idea of staying up in our room naked all day. She insisted we get dressed and visit with Dean. I was of the opinion he’d understand my desire to stay locked away with Blaire but she disagreed. Just proved what little she knew of my father’s rock star life.
         I left her drying her hair and headed downstairs to start fixing breakfast. She hadn’t eaten much last night at the party then