The door pinged open, and Sean withdrew his fingers, bringing them to his mouth and sucking them clean as we stumbled down the hallway. The sight made my knees weak.
“Fuck, you taste even better than I remembered,” he groaned.
Sean fumbled with the keycard, as usual, cursing under his breath as it took three tries to open the door. As soon as we were inside, he spun me around, pressing me against the wall, his mouth hot and demanding on mine.
My hands were everywhere, tugging at his bow tie, shoving his jacket off his shoulders, pulling his shirt free from his pants so I could feel the scorching skin beneath. His handsfound the zipper of my gown, dragging it down with an agonizing slowness that made me whimper.
“I’ve been thinking about this all day,” Sean murmured against my collarbone, his tongue tracing the hollow there before biting down hard enough to leave a mark. “About peeling this dress off you. About tasting every inch of you. About fucking you until you can’t remember your own name.”
The dress pooled around my feet, leaving me in nothing but a strapless bra, lace thong, and my heels. Sean stepped back, his chest heaving as his gaze raked over me like a physical caress.
“Christ, look at you,” he breathed, the pure adoration in his voice making me feel more beautiful than any designer gown ever could. “Turn around. Show me that perfect ass.”
I complied, turning slowly, looking over my shoulder to watch his reaction. His pupils were blown wide with lust, leaving only a thin ring of green. He stepped forward, his hands cupping my ass, squeezing roughly before delivering a sharp smack that made me gasp with pleasure.
“You have no idea what you do to me,” he said, his voice strained as he pressed his clothed erection against my ass. “I’ve been hard since I saw you at that fucking gala.”
I reached for him, pulling him back to me as I worked on the buttons of his shirt. “Too many clothes,” I complained, pushing the shirt off his shoulders to reveal the tattooed, muscled chest I’d been fantasizing about since he left.
He shrugged out of his shirt and pulled me flush against him, the feeling of skin on skin making us both moan. His mouth found mine again, the kiss deep and filthy, all tongue and teeth and desperation.
“I need you naked,” he demanded, reaching behind me to unclasp my bra with practiced ease. “I need to feel all of you.”
We stumbled toward the bed, shedding clothes as we went. Sean kicked off his shoes and socks, unbuckled his belt, and shoved his pants and boxers down in one fluid motion. His cock sprang free, thick and hard, the head glistening with pre-cum.
When the backs of my knees hit the mattress, I fell backward, pulling Sean down with me. His weight pressed me deliciously into the mattress, his skin burning against mine. He wedged a thigh between my legs, giving me something to grind against as his mouth descended on my breast.
With the lights of the city spread out below us like scattered diamonds, Sean’s hands and mouth mapped every inch of my body as if rediscovering territory he’d feared lost. He traced the curve of my breast with his tongue, sucking the nipple into his mouth and grazing it with his teeth until I arched off the bed, begging for more.
“Please,” I gasped, my hands fisting in his hair.
“Please what?” he teased, switching to my other breast to give it the same thorough attention. “Tell me what you need, Beth. I want to hear you say it.”
“Your mouth,” I managed, my voice breaking as he bit down gently on my sensitive flesh. “I need your mouth on me.”
His lips curved into a wicked smile against my skin. “Where, baby? Here?” He kissed the underside of my breast. “Or here?” His mouth moved to my ribs, then lower to my navel, his tongue dipping inside briefly.
“Lower,” I begged, my hips lifting off the bed in silent supplication.
Sean’s mouth moved lower, across my ribs, my stomach, the jut of my hipbone, before settling between my thighs. Hespread my legs wider, his shoulders creating a delicious pressure that kept me open to him.
“Look at this pretty pussy,” he murmured, his hot breath teasing my sensitive flesh. “So pink and wet and ready for me.”
The first stroke of his tongue had me clutching at the sheets, a desperate moan tearing from my throat. He held my hips down as I writhed beneath him, his name becoming a prayer on my lips. His tongue circled my clit before flicking rapidly across it, building the pressure until I was teetering on the edge.
Then he stopped, pulling back to blow cool air across my heated flesh.
“Sean, please,” I gasped as he brought me to the edge, only to back away again. “Don’t tease me.”
“After a week apart? Baby, I’m going to tease you until you’re begging,” he promised, his voice dark with intent.
He slid two fingers inside me, curling them to find that spot that made me see stars. When he found it, I cried out, my back arching off the bed.
“There it is,” he said with satisfaction, stroking the spot relentlessly while his mouth returned to my clit, sucking it between his lips.
The dual sensation was overwhelming. My thighs began to shake, my muscles tightening as my orgasm approached. Just as I was about to fall over the edge, Sean withdrew again.
“No,” I protested, reaching for him. “I was so close.”
