“Yes, Theo, Yes!” I shout, though it’s muffled by the bedding.
He draws his hips back slowly before thrusting in deep. I lurch forward and let out a feral sound I didn’t know I could make.
“Let it out, Whitney,” Theo rumbles in my ear. “Scream for me. Let everyone know who’s making you feel this good.”
“I’m going to come!” I shout.
“Yeah? Are you gonna come for me again? That’s a good girl; give it to me now.” His thrusts grow rapidly and he hits every possible erogenous zone deep inside me. “Come now, Whitney. Come.”
I can’t hold on anymore—I shatter around him.
For this moment, I’m just a woman, and Theo is just a man. He’s not the CEO of the company or the boss I’ll have to report to again come Monday. Right now, he’s the man bringing me undeniable levels of pleasure, and I’m the woman driving him crazy.
My body floats into nothingness as euphoria overtakes me. The walls of my pussy clench around him, and he grunts as he fucks me. The noises he makes as he moves deep within me bring me to new heights that I’ve never experienced before. I’ve never been with a man as vocal as Theo during sex, but nowthat I know just how much it heightens my pleasure, I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to go back. I’m obsessed with hearing just how appreciative Theo is of me, and my body seems to come alive with every moan and grunt that escapes his lips.
With a roar, Theo thrusts deep inside me, and then he stills as he comes. His body drapes over mine again, and he holds me tightly. His breathing is ragged, and his heart thumps against my back. His body twitches a few more times, and then he pulls out of me before slumping onto the mattress at my side.
The minutes pass, and finally, when I feel I’ve caught my breath, I roll onto my other side to face him. Theo’s got one arm draped over his forehead, and the arm closest to me spread out wide. I curl up at his side and lean my cheek against his chest. His arm falls around my waist, and he pulls me into his body before turning his head to press a kiss to my forehead.
“You were perfect,” he says against my skin. I preen against his praise and snuggle in deeper. He sighs, breathing me in, and then swears, “We didn’t use a condom.”
“I’m on the pill. Have been for a long time,” I say to reassure him. I have no intentions of getting pregnant anytime soon. This isn’t my first rodeo.
He hums against me. “We should get you cleaned up.”
“Just a minute longer,” I say and hold him tighter, breathing in his scent—remnants of his cologne mixed with his sweat from fucking me. I’ve never experienced pheromones, but I would assume this is what they’re like. He’s irresistible.
My inner muscles clench again, the remaining soreness reminding me that I’m not quite ready to go again.
When I agreed to come on this trip with Theo, I never would have thought this was where we’d end up. The attraction between us has been palpable for weeks, but both of us were toeing the line as best as we could. I suppose being away fromhome, and the office, was just enough to push us both over the edge.
Satisfaction settles through me, and though I know that we’ll have to deal with the aftermath of this one way or another, I feel perfectly content with staying like this for as long as we can.
Theo
Movementin the bed is what jostles me awake. I roll over on my side to see the outline of Whitney’s body scurry into the hotel bathroom. My chest expands with a long, deep breath as I slowly wake myself up more.
When I hear the toilet flush and then the sink turn on, I move again, so I’m lying on my back. Propping my arm up under my head, I wait for her to finish. Finally, the bathroom door opens and she steps out into the room.
“Is that my shirt?” I ask her, unable to keep the grin off my face.
Whitney’s fingers play with the hem of my blue dress shirt, which is way too big for her. She has the three buttons done up, covering herself from my view, but she’s still flawless in every aspect of the term. She gives me a shy smile as though my face wasn’t buried between her legs last night. “Maybe. I couldn’t find my clothes.”
I extend my arm out to her. “Come back to bed.”
She hustles back to the mattress and settles in against my side, nestling her head against my chest. I wrap my arm aroundher tightly, pulling her into me. Leaning my nose against her forehead, I breathe her in, appreciating her scent and how much being this close to her seems to comfort me.
“Did you have a nice night?” I ask her eventually, breaking the comfortable silence we fell into.
Whitney pulls away slightly so she can meet my eyes. I note a mischievous gleam hiding in her gaze. “At the gala or after?”
I chuckle and lean forward to press a kiss to her lips. “Either,” I murmur against her mouth.
“Well, I definitely had a good time at the gala,” she says, pecking my lips again. “And I guess the activities afterward weren’t too bad either.”
Playing along, I hum low in my chest. I move us around until I’m hovering above her on the mattress. “Not too bad, hm? I guess I have to up my game then.”
Whitney’s hands thread through my hair, and she pulls the strands, bringing my face down to hers. I press my lips against hers again, this time tracing my tongue over the seam of her lips, and begging for her to open for me. When she does, I waste no time in pushing deeper and ravaging her so completely that we’re both left breathless when I finally pull away. I run my fingers down her face until I’m cupping her jaw. She looks deep into my eyes with an intensity that makes my chest hurt.
