He pushed the door open, propped it with his foot, and swept me into his arms. I squealed as we crossed the threshold.
“Take me straight to the bedroom,” I ordered, pointing to where I assumed it was, though the room was basically a full suite, complete with a balcony and six-person dining room table.
“You don’t even know how long I’ve been waiting for this,” he said as he kicked open the door.
Harrison got to work unbuttoning my blouse, the one concession I’d made to look professional on the long flight. My black pants were camouflaged leggings, which made them way too easy for him to strip off. I was fully naked in seconds.
“This feels wrong,” I said against his mouth as we kissed.
“Oh yeah? How so? Because I feel pretty fucking amazing.”
He brought my hand down to press against the bulge in his pants.
“You’re still dressed!” I protested.
“All the better to focus on you, sweet thing,” he whispered as he kissed his way down my neck.
I wanted to strip him down, but I was powerless to do anything more than clutch onto whatever I could reach once he dropped his mouth to my breast and tongued my nipple.
“Harrison,” I inhaled sharply.
“Shh,” he said in between kisses. “I’m just getting started.”
Kneeling between my thighs with my legs draped over his shoulders, it took all of four minutes for Harrison to make me come. His mouth and tongue knew exactly what to do, exploring me gently at first, then with increased pressure, like me getting close was getting him off at the same time.
“Don’t stop,” I begged. I threaded my fingers in his hair and tensed my thighs.
And then I was falling and floating at the same time. I think I screamed his name. Once the last waves subsided, I felt boneless and nailed to the bed.
“Strip,” I commanded weakly, pointing at him like I was threatening him. “Now.”
“On it,” he promised with a devastating grin.
I managed to pry open one eye so I could enjoy the show. Harrison whipped off his tie and flung it across the room, then unbuttoned his shirt so forcefully that a button flew off.
“Whoops,” he laughed.
I started to come back to life when I heard his belt jingling. So close.
I sat up to watch the finale. Harrison stripped off his pants and boxers and unleashed his cock, gripping it at the base.
“Hold on, I need to get a…”
I kneeled down in front of him, and he trailed off because it was impossible for him to keep going with me downing his full length. I was on my knees in front of him, gazing up as he pushed deeper into my mouth.
“Damn,” he sighed.
I kept going until I could tell he was almost ready to explode, then backed away abruptly.
“Now fuck me,” I said. I walked over to the bed, bent over, and looked back at him over my shoulder.
“You’re killing me, woman,” he complained.
I heard the condom wrapper ripping open, then he pressed up against me, gripping my waist. He teased me with the tip of his dick, and I writhed against him, practically begging him to get on with it.
He finally plunged inside of me, and we both paused to savor the sensation. We werefinallyback where we belonged.
Harrison moved against me with a slow, teasing motion, easing himself in and out. He reached up to wrap my hair around his fist and pulled, ever so slightly, then leaned down to whisper in my ear.
