Her
Ansel
lips are tentative at first, but her body gives her away as she melts against me. We keep moving in each other’s arms as our lips test each other out, teasing and gentle.
The moment I saw her sitting across the bar, I couldn’t take my eyes off her. Raven black hair, beautifully sculpted face and piercing blue eyes I could see all the way across the room. dark red dress, with thin straps, V-neck and slit up the thigh perfectly matched her pale skin and hair.
She is a vision of dark beauty and intrigue, and I couldn’t stop watching her. I don’t go to bars and pick up strangers. This woman doesn’t feel like a stranger. She fits perfectly in my arms, the way she sways with me is like a sensual, natural dance of our bodies tangled together.
lips part and her tongue touches mine gently. My cock thickens. I’d give anything to press it against her, but I don’t want to scare her.
Moving my hand to the back of her neck, I cup her head in my palm, holding her there as the kiss deepens. Our tongues move in an erotic dance that has all of my senses spiraling out of control.
She pushes against me and there is no way she can’t feel my erection pressing into her. Instead of recoiling, she thrusts into me.
Fuck. I move, putting my thigh between her legs and stroking my hands up her ribcage. My thumbs move under her breasts, and she surges up, writhing on my thigh.
This is getting out of hand for a public place. I’m seconds away from tearing her dress down and putting my mouth and hands all over those breasts.
Holding her hips, I pull back. She almost falls forward, chasing my mouth and a smirk tilts my lips. breaths are coming in short pants, the apex of her thighs is hot against mine. I’ll bet if we stayed like this much longer, she would soak through the fabric.
That thought has me almost losing my grip on my sanity where this woman is concerned.
Our eyes meet and lock. Every breath she takes, every rise and fall of her chest, her breasts touching my chest, her thigh against mine. All of it is enough to drive me wild. The key card to my hotel room is burning a hole in my jacket.
Lowering my hand to rest on her lower back again, I lean forward, shifting my head just as our lips are about to meet. I nudge my nose across her cheek bone, along her jaw and under her ear. She shivers in my arms.
My tongue makes her shudder, and she clutches my arms as I lick and nibble her earlobe.
“I want to fuck you.”
moan makes my cock press against my zipper and I lean closer to her so she can feel it.
“I want to fuck you too,” she replies. breath warms my skin, followed by her lips as she catches the corner of my mouth.
She doesn’t need to say anything else. Stepping back, I take her hand and head out of the bar. I don’t care if anyone is watching, or what they’re thinking. Even though I catch the bartender’s eye and his lip twitches as he wipes down the bar top.
For a moment I wonder how many times he has been a part of something like this but forget him as soon as she presses against me when we’re near the elevator. I’m a little ashamed of how I jab at the call button. It’s taking a really fucking long time to get down here.
When it arrives, three people get out. She leads the way inside, thankfully no one else follows. She steps away from me, pressing her back against the wall as I hit the twelfth-floor button. I turn to face her as the doors close.
There is probably a camera in here so I don’t want to do anything that could end up being watched. Instead, I raise my hand and undo the top buttons on my shirt. eyes follow the motion, and she grips the bar on either side of her body, watching me. As more skin comes into view, she bites on her lower lip and squeezes her thighs together.
My cock is throbbing painfully. I use my other hand and stroke my cock, shaping it in my palm. breath catches again, and she touches her lips, like she wants to wrap them around it. And I can think of nothing hotter than that right now.
My jaw clenches as her fingertips trail her collarbone, down between her breasts, feathering over her nipples. That plump bottom lip caught between her teeth. Out of the corner of my eye I see we’re at floor nine. Not long now. And no one else has gotten in with us.
I reach for the zipper on my dress pants and drag it down. cheeks flush and a soft pink blush rises on her chest as her lids lower.
“Are you-”
I press a finger to my lips, like someone is going to overhear us. Truth is, her voice is driving me wild. Reaching inside my pants, I take my cock in my hand, still inside my boxer briefs but I’m able to get more friction, more relief.
eyes on my hand make my heartbeat thrum in my chest and my cock. Fuck, what I would give to just pull it out right now, and put her on her knees. Instead, I walk towards her. I put one hand down on top of hers on the rail. With the other, I take her hand and press it against me.
“Oh God,” she sighs as her hand wraps around me.
Why the fuck am I wearing underwear? Because you weren’t planning on anything like this happening? My jaw tenses as I stand in front of her, looming over her. Pinning one of her hands down beside us, then moving the other to close around her hand on my cock.
“What if someone gets on?”
My lip tilts. “Then they’ll be surprised.”
Fuck waiting. I take her lips again and she does nothing to stop me. In fact, her hand tightens around my cock, and I hiss into her mouth. I get lost in the feel of her lips and her hands.
It’s only when she pushes at my hand that I realize we’ve stopped, and the ping of the elevator alerts me the door is opening. I step back but remain facing her. She peers behind me as the doors whoosh open. It’s silent.
“This is your floor,” she whispers.
Tucking my cock back in, I pull up the zip and take her hand from the rail where we were both gripping it too hard. She trails along, trying to keep up in her heels as I traverse the hallways to my room. Pushing her ahead, I take out the key card and tap it to the reader.
As soon as the light turns green, I crowd her inside the room. The lights automatically came on the moment I unlocked the door, which is good. Because I want to see her. Every inch of her.
She turns to me, as if she is expecting me to push her against the wall but I step back, and keep going, walking backwards into the room. She watches me, a little unsure. Something tells me tonight is all we’re going to get, I’m not about to rush it.
“I don’t know your name,” she says, biting that lip again.
I move two fingers in a ‘come here,’ gesture. chest rises and falls, then she comes to me.
“Names don’t matter,” I say as she gets nearer.
Waiting to see if she has any problem with that, I let out a breath when she nods in agreement. I’ve only been in this room a half hour at the most before I went down to the bar, but it’s like any other hotel, the bed and closet at the back of the room, the bathroom where you come in.
To my left there is a desk with a chair, and two seats and a small table behind me. Reaching to my left, I grab the chair and pull it out. She watches me in silence, and I scan her face for any sign she’s uncomfortable. When she doesn’t back away, I kick off my shoes and push them under the desk, then take a seat in the chair.
“Take off your panties.”
throat works as she swallows but after a few moments, she complies. Transfixed, I watch as her hand slips inside the split in her dress, she spreads it showing me her thighs, lifting it ever so slightly so I get a view of red satin.
Fucking hell. I unzip again, releasing my straining cock from its confines. She takes a moment to move again, but when she does, she does it slowly, hooking her fingers into the band of her panties and slowly teasing them down her thighs.
Before she bends over, I speak again. “Let them fall.”
She straightens and releases them. They drop to her feet. She steps one foot out and is about to lift the other when I tell her to stop. There is something unbelievably sexy about her having red satin panties hanging over one of her black stilettos. I take a mental snapshot.
“Pass them to me.”
For a moment, her jaw clenches as if she is fighting being told what to do. I wait her out. She bends, retrieves the underwear then tosses them so they land on my chest, just beneath my chin. Clasping them, I do something insane, something I’ve never done before. I lift them, and inhale.
“Oh God,” she whispers.
I tuck them into my pocket. If she thinks she is getting them back, she’s wrong.
Standing, I shrug off my jacket and throw it on the bed, then unbutton my shirt. eyes greedily take in my skin as I bare it to her. She stares at all of my tattoos, which cover most my chest and abdomen. eyes are wide, but not in surprise, she likes what she sees.
Next, I drag out my belt, unzip my pants and drop them to the floor. I step out of them and walk to her, brushing her hair over her shoulder, I lean in and inhale the scent of her skin.
She moans as I kiss her throat and jaw, cupping the back of her head I pull her into another kiss. palms land on my chest and she runs them over my nipples, making me jolt. They trail down over my abs, to the waistband of my underwear.
Pausing, she lifts her head and stares straight into my eyes. There is something about her that sets me at ease at the same time she sets my heart racing. Pressing my thumb to the center of her lower lip, I nudge my other hand under the slit of her dress. Smoothing over her thighs, angling in towards her wet heat.
“I’m going to finger fuck you. Is that okay with you?”
“Please,” she breathes.
Then she gasps and grabs my shoulders as I push two fingers inside her.