Chapter 3 #2
“And now, through a series of very fortunate events, I find myself here, alone with you.” He taps his glass against mine and then takes a sip. “And I really, really like it.”
My eyes hold his as I do an internal risk assessment. He’s a player, I already know that… but he’s so fun. Am I really going to walk away from this spark?
One night is better than never.
What’s it going to be?
“I have a confession as well,” I reply.
He picks up my hand in his. “Yes?”
“I saw you at the security gates and I was”—I smirk—“completely checking you out.”
“You minx.” He laughs as he lifts my hand to his lips and kisses my fingertips.
Goose bumps scatter up my arms at his touch.
“But then I heard the girls behind me talking about you and saying you were a giant sleazebag.”
“What girls?” he huffs. “I didn’t know anyone at the airport.”
“It doesn’t matter.” I shrug. “But that’s why I was so rude to you.”
“So it wasn’t the nerves at all?” He puts his hands over his heart as he fakes injury. “The first lie you told me. How could you? I’m wounded Emma.”
I laugh and he laughs too, and then he cups my face in his hand as we stare at each other.
“Did you sit next to me so you could touch me?” I ask.
“Of course I did.”
“People are looking at us,” I whisper.
“I don’t give a fuck. Shut up and kiss me.” His lips take mine, softly at first and then deeper. A little suction, a hint of a tongue.
A whole lot of fires started.
Our kiss deepens, and as my eyes close in pleasure, I’m lost.
The door to our room slams open, and with our lips locked, he walks me backwards as he peels my coat from my shoulders and lifts my dress off over my head. I stand before him in my underwear, and his hungry eyes drop down my body.
“Incredible,” he whispers.
Without warning, he picks me up and throws me onto the bed. I laugh as I bounce, and then I see the darkness in his eyes and I’m instantly silenced.
The intensity in them calls to me on a deeper level than what this is.
His lips take mine as he undoes my bra and my breasts fall free. His hands cup them and my eyes close in pleasure.
This is already the best night of my life.
We kiss for a moment, slow and tender, as his hands explore every inch of my breasts. He puts his hand on my chest and pushes me back onto the mattress, and I pant in anticipation as he guides me back to lie down on the pillow.
He rearranges me and spreads my legs and then looks down at my glistening sex.
I can hardly breathe as he drinks me in.
“So fucking beautiful,” he murmurs. Without taking his eyes off me, he stands at the end of the bed and undresses slowly.
His body is hard everywhere, and this is lust, pure, unfiltered lust. He bends and runs his whiskers up the inside of my thigh, and as he gets to my center, he spreads me apart with his fingers and runs his tongue through my creamy arousal.
Oh, god.
He lifts my legs over his shoulders and then he is on me. His tongue takes no prisoners, licking and sucking… driving me insane with his skill.
The man knows what to do with that tongue, this is off the hook.
He slides one then two, then three fingers into my sex. I start to quiver as I bear down on him hard.
“Fuck,” he whispers.
With each stroke of his fingers, it gets deeper and harder, until I can't take it anymore and I'm writhing beneath him. “I need you,” I whimper.
“In a minute.”
“Now,” I demand.
He chuckles. “Impatient.” He slides over the top of me and drives his thick cock deep into my body.
Fuck… He’s big.
I’m stretched to the hilt.
My body contracts instantly around him, rippling and sucking him in, and I find myself squealing headfirst into an orgasm. “I can’t. . .” I pant. “I’m going to—”
“Hold it,” he growls. He pumps me hard, and the bed hits the wall. Damn it, this man is a fucking machine.
I glance over to the mirror on the wardrobe doors and catch sight of us, and just like he promised, my ankles are around his ears. His body is deep in mine, and damn it, if this isn’t the best sex I’ve ever had.
His knees are spread wide, and as he holds himself up, I can see every muscle in his tanned torso flex as he moves. His pumps get deeper, harder, and I don't know how long I can take it.
Faster, faster, more intense, and all I can do is hang on to his shoulders. We're both wet with perspiration, and without warning, he flips us and I'm on top.
“Kiss me,” he breathes.
I bend and kiss him, his body still deep inside mine, and the act has an unexpected intimacy.
Not just any kiss, this is a kiss that could save the world.
Deep, raw, and real.
Oh…
“Fuck me,” he breathes. Grabbing my hip bones in his hands, he begins to guide me over his cock.
“So good,” I moan as I see stars.
Our bodies are glistening in the light, and I smile as realization sets in that we didn't even turn the lights off.
Who even am I?
With three more thrusts, I cry out, and he holds himself deep and moans into my mouth as he comes hard.
We pant as we struggle for air, and with my body still deeply around his, we kiss like we have all the time in the world.
Never have I had sex like this before in my life.
Carnal, otherworldly.
I'm totally fucking ruined.