My legs quiver slightly. He gives me another glance but doesn’t say anything.
My god. We’ve barely done anything, and I’m already a mess. What will I be like after a few orgasms?
Because I can already tell this man is not going to leave me hanging. My pussy clenches at the thought as we reach room 402.
He slides the key from his pocket, opening the door. Our bags are tossed on the floor as he kicks the door shut, and once again, I find myself pinned between his toned body and a wall.
His forearms rest on either side of my head, like he’s restraining himself from ripping my clothes off. “Are you sure about this?” he says quietly.
I squint up at him.Is he serious right now?“You weren’t the only one getting hot and heavy in that elevator.”
“I know, but that doesn’t mean…” His voice trails off, his meaning clear.
My hands slide up over his chest.Fuck. I can feel his muscles through his sweatshirt.My hands cup both sides of his stubbled jaw.
“Yes, I’m sure. Now stop being a gentleman and fuck me.”
I’m momentarily shocked by the words that just flowed out of my mouth without a second thought. I’ve never been that brazen with a guy before.
His eyes widen as a smirk tilts up the corners of his mouth. His hands move from the wall, wrapping around my waist and over my ass. He hoists me up like I weigh nothing at all.
“Yes, ma’am,” he growls in the sexiest voice I’ve ever heard.
My limbs wrap around him as his mouth once again connects with mine.Why does it feel like I’ve kissed this guy thousands of times and not twice?
I’m faintly aware of his boots being kicked off as he carries me across the room. My fingers slide through the short brown locks on the back of his head as he lays me down at the foot of the bed.
His lips trail kisses down my jaw and neck until he pulls back, standing between my legs that are dangling off the end of the bed.
Crouching down before me, he pulls my boots and socks off. His hands slide over my leggings, making me realize just how large his hands are.
His fingers hook into the waistband. Slowly, he drags them down my legs.
He lets out a groan, taking in my bright pink thong. My feet are lifted to the edge of the mattress, spreading me wide open for him.
He leans down, kissing my lace-covered pussy, and I moan, arching into his mouth. The fabric is quickly soaked. I don’t know if it’s from him or me.
Both, probably.
“Please,” I find myself mindlessly begging. I want his tongue onme.
“Is this what you need, love?” he asks, sliding the fabric to the side. His tongue strokes over my clit.
“Yes,” I moan, my hands sliding into his hair, knowing I’m about ready to detonate after his tongue being directly on me for mere seconds.
He sucks and kisses the bundle of nerves with the perfect pressure and rhythm. My body seizes as my orgasm crashes through me. Wave after wave passes as his tongue draws out every tingle of pleasure.
Slowly, I settle back into reality. I realize I have a death grip on his hair, and his head is squeezed like a vise between my thighs.
“Shit. I’m sorry.” My hand releases his hair as my legs drop over his shoulders. “I didn’t realize I was doing that.”
“I know. It’s alright.” He shrugs with a gleam in his eyes. “Death by the sweetest pussy I’ve ever tasted sounds pretty damn good to me.”
My hands fly up to cover my face as I choke out a laugh. He kisses the backs of both of my hands before pulling them away from my face. We’re both smiling at each other like a couple of idiots.
A flash of recognition pops into my head as I stare into his forest green eyes. It’s there and gone before I can register what exactly it is. He presses a single kiss to my lips, leaving behind the taste ofme.
His eyebrows raise, watching as my tongue swipes over my bottom lip. “Dirty girl,” he says. His voice is barely audible.
