Desmond
“Did my little gifts keep you entertained during all those lectures, Doctor? Or were you too busy doodling my name in your notes?” She was grinning sleepily, nuzzled against my chest.
I chuckled, kicking off my shoes and tossing my tie as stood.
I crossed the room, depositing her limp frame on the bed.
Dropping my jacket on the chair, I sat on the edge of the mattress, reaching out to tuck a stray lock of hair behind her ear.
My fingers lingered, combing through the silky strands, twirling them gently around my index finger.
God, I'd missed this, even after just a few days apart — missed her warmth, her spark.
“Entertained? You nearly got me in trouble, you minx,” I replied, my tone playful as I leaned in closer, my thumb brushing her cheek. “Every time my phone vibrated, I had to pretend I was checking emails. But yeah, those scanty shots? They were the highlight of my day. Made me miss you even more.”
She giggled, shifting to sit up, her hands sliding up my thighs as she looked up at me with those wide, teasing eyes. “Miss me? Or miss the view? Admit it, if you’d known I was here, you would have ditched that conference and ravished me right there in the ballroom.”
I laughed softly, gathering more of her hair in my hand, letting it slip through my fingers like water.
Leaning down, I pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead, then her nose, savoring the way she melted into me.
“Both. But mostly you. The real you, not just the photos.
I've been counting the minutes until I got back, until I could feel you again.”
“What do you need?” I asked softly, pulling her close to me.
“There’s water on the bedside table, and I’ve ordered room service.
” Anya's teasing softened into a warm smile, and she pulled me down onto the bed with her, our bodies aligning effortlessly.
I hovered over her for a moment, my hand still playing with her hair, trailing down to cup the back of her neck.
Our lips met in a slow, tender kiss, tongues brushing lazily, tasting the sweetness of the days apart.
“Just you, Des.”
“Did I…” I paused, teeth worrying my bottom lip. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
When she shook her head, I thought my heart might burst from my chest. The little smile, the faint tinge of blush on her cheeks… everything about her was perfect.
She arched up against me, her fingers working open the buttons of my shirt, but there was no rush, no urgency — just a quiet hunger building between us.
“Just you,” she murmured as I shrugged off my shirt, my mouth moving to her jaw, her throat, nipping softly as I whispered, “You're everything I needed today.”
With a soft sigh, she hooked her legs around my waist, guiding me closer. I kept my touch light and reverent, exposing her slick folds. She was still wet for me, and I groaned quietly, my cock hardening in my pants as I freed myself, stroking once to ease the ache.
“Please,” she murmured, her voice breathy, eyes locked on mine. I positioned myself at her entrance, rubbing the head of my cock along her slit, coating it in her arousal before pushing in slowly, inch by inch. She gasped, her walls clenching around me, warm and welcoming.
We moved together gently, my hips rolling in a steady rhythm, deep but unhurried thrusts that let me feel every flutter of her pussy gripping my length.
I kept one hand in her hair, tugging lightly to tilt her head back for another kiss, while the other supported my weight above her.
Her nails grazed my back as she met each push with a soft lift of her hips.
“You feel so good,” I breathed against her lips, picking up the pace just a touch, savoring the wet sounds of our bodies joining. She whimpered, her breaths coming faster, and I angled my thrusts to brush that spot inside her, drawing out her pleasure.
Anya came first, her body trembling beneath me, pussy pulsing around my cock in soft waves. I followed soon after, burying myself deep as I spilled inside her, a low groan escaping my throat. We stayed connected, breaths mingling, my fingers still weaving through her hair as I kissed her temple.
“Missed you too,” she whispered, a sleepy smile on her face, and I held her close, the world outside the hotel room fading away.