Page 81 of No One Else
She squeezes my hand back, pink warming her cheeks. “You’re sweet,” she says, leaning in for a kiss. “Tell me about your day. I still feel bad you had to hang around here with nothing to do while you waited.”
“Are you kidding? A day with nothing to do? That’s the dream. I sat in a lounge chair at the pool, actually read most of a book, then got to check into the room at three and watched a movie. I’m living large.”
“That does sound pretty nice.”
“You’ve got a full roster lined up for tomorrow too, right?”
“Yeah, there’s a panel in the morning on higher education marketing specifically, and I think that will be helpful with what I’m doing at the gym, and then there are vendor exhibits and a session on website design that looks promising. Oh, and there’s a really interesting presentation on how to draw online customers into a physical space...”
She cuts herself off, reaching her hands up to her cheeks, dismay across her face. “Evan, you have to stop me when I’m rambling. If you let me, I’d talk all night about this stuff.”
I grin at her. “If that’s what you want to do all night.”
“I had a different idea for tonight.” She glances around, taking in the room for the first time. “Hey, this place is pretty nice. And just one bed,” she murmurs, spreading her hand over the coverlet.
“I asked for a king at check-in. I wasn’t doing any of this two queen beds nonsense.”
“A man after my own heart.” The excitement in her eyes switches from professional to personal. “And what did you plan to do in our one bed?” she asks seductively, turning around to fully face me.
“I plan on giving my girlfriend as many orgasms as humanly possible.”
“Girlfriend saysyes, please,” she purrs, stripping off her blazer. “Take off your shirt,” she commands, her eyes raking me up and down. Oh, fuck yes. I want her in control, taking what she needs from me.
I follow her direction, grabbing the collar of my t-shirt at the back of the neck and slide it off.
“You’re so sexy,” she murmurs, scooting closer to run a finger down my abs.
“Not compared to you.” I reach to unbutton her dress shirt but she stops my hand.
“Wait, I want to take care of you first.” She runs her palm over the growing bulge in my jeans, making me groan.
“Tonight’s supposed to be about you,” I pant as she unzips me.
“Whoever said that?”
“I did.”
“Well, I say it’s about you. You’ve already gotten me off twice. I wanna get you off now.”
“You sexted me and got me off-” Wait, why am I arguing about this?
I help her remove my jeans and boxers, my dick springing up, at attention for her already.
She licks her lips, leaning in, and I stop her for just a second. “Let me at least see you naked,” I beg.
She complies, peeling off each article of clothing, standing up and taking pins out of her hair, undoing the complicated updo until it floats free over her shoulders and down her breasts, her nipples playing peekaboo behind the strands. She does a twirl for me when she’s fully bare, her toned body so fucking sexy. A sensual goddess I can’t wait to get my hands on.
But first, it seems she wants to get her hands on me, laying down on her stomach on the mattress, bringing herself up on her elbows until she’s poised over my dick. It twitches in anticipation, her hungry gaze destroying me from the inside out.
“I’ve dreamed about this,” she murmurs, reaching a hand out to stroke me from base to tip.
“Not as much as I have,” I gasp as her mouth joins in on the action, giving me one long lick, the sight of her pink tongue on me so fucking erotic I go cross-eyed for a second. When the suction starts a moment later I moan, gripping the covers, eyes shut, and pray for mercy as she works me with her hand and mouth, the combination both gentle and tenacious. That seems to exactly describe her, though. Tough when she wants to be, but also giving, loving, caring.
Her tongue moves up and down on the sensitive tip in time with her hand at the base of my dick, then she sucks me in, taking me almost to the back of her throat.
“Fuck,” I groan, my hips rising off the bed of their own volition. “I can’t-” I gently cup her head and bring her up so I can think clearly for a second. “I want to last for you. To come inside you later. If you keep-” I close my eyes, willing myself to calm down.
“So you like it then?” she asks mischievously.
