Her tongue is in my mouth, and she tastes sweet. Sweet like the chocolate cake she took a bite of at dinner before pushing it aside and declaring there was only one thing she was hungry fortonight. She’d given me a look that made me want to throw her over my shoulder and carry her to my room like spoils of war. This woman is special. Rare. I don’t know how I know that. I just do.
She’s not for me. Not my type, not in my league. Brains and beauty. She’s kind. Probably the sort who believes in good always triumphing over evil.
She’d be wrong.
I slide my hands under her shirt and find the hot, smooth, bare skin of her stomach. I don’t want to go too fast. Don’t want this to be over before it’s begun. But Holy Mother, the way my body reacts to hers is fucking insane. It’s like a jolt of adrenaline spiked into my veins. I’m on fire.
With a groan, I press my aching dick into her as I feast on her mouth. My knuckles skim upward, over her rib cage, and I feel the way she suddenly inhales, catching her breath. And then I glide them a little higher, cupping the full swell of her breast. It’s encased in lace. Her nipple is hard.
I groan into the kiss.
I don’t remember ever wanting a woman this much. It’s a damn good thing I’ll never see her again after tonight.
She sucks on my tongue, and I sink one hand into her silky hair, fisting her bun. Her breast pops free as I drag the edge of her bra down and out of my way, her hard nipple jutting into my palm. Gently, I squeeze that perfect handful, and she whimpers into my mouth, arching her back.
I can’t get enough of her.
We kiss like we’re at war. Like this is a battle for survival and the only thing that will keep us alive is each other’s lips. I angle my mouth over hers, letting her feel all of me against her, how much I want her. When I pinch her nipple, she sinks her teeth into my lower lip.
It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced, that bite, and suddenly, I’m feral. I have to taste her. To make her come on my tongue. I want to suck her clit until she’s begging me to give her my cock because she can’t possibly come one more time. I want her drunk on the orgasms I give her.
I release her and get on my knees. This isn’t something I do with a random hookup, but everything about this is different and all my rules are out the window as I loop my thumbs into the waistband of her slacks and pull down, bringing her panties with them.
They get caught on her sandals, so I help her out of those first, noticing her toenails are painted the bright blue of the Caribbean. Fuck, even her feet are sexy. So are her legs. She’s petite, her hips curved just the way I like.
“You don’t have to…” she murmurs, sounding shy.
Her words trail off as I hook one of her legs over my shoulder. “Yes. Yes, I fucking do.”
There’s no way I’m going to let this opportunity pass me by. I kiss her inner thigh, then grasp her ass in both hands and bring her pussy to my mouth.
And goddamn.
She tastes sweet. I latch on to her clit and suck. She tunnels her fingers through my hair, and her hips jolt.
“Holy shit.” She’s breathless.
Good. That’s exactly how I want her.
I get to work, alternating between suction, nips, and quick flicks of my tongue. Her whole body twitches every time my teeth find a particularly sensitive place, so I center my attention there, giving her gentle nibbles until she’s thrusting her pussy into my face, her nails digging into my shoulders. She moans, twisting against me as she comes, and I stay where I am, licking her through it.
“Oh my God,” she moans.
But I’m not done with her yet. I keep at her clit, sucking harder. Then I use my tongue on her, fucking her with it until she’s shaking against me, sliding down the wall. I catch her and bite her clit lightly, finding the same spot that drove her wild.
She comes again, hard and fast.
“Alessio.”
My name on her lips when she comes almost has me jumping out of my skin. I’m not just on fire; I’m a fucking inferno. I unhook her leg from my shoulder and stand, bringing her hideous shirt with me, pulling it over her head before throwing it to the floor. She’s leaning against the wall in nothing but that lacy red bra, one breast bare the way I left it.
I don’t waste any time in unhooking it. She shrugs out of the bra and tears at my shirt. I regret wearing something with buttons. We struggle to undo them before she starts ripping them open.Ping, ping, ping.They fly over the carpet, and I don’t give a shit. I’ll buy a new shirt. A hundred new shirts. All I want is to be naked with this woman.
I toe off my shoes, my cock harder than ever. My brain functions enough to remember to extract the condoms from my wallet before Isla reaches for my fly. I toss them onto the bed as I step out of my boxer briefs and slacks.
“My turn.” She gets on her knees for me before I can stop her.
“Damn, baby.” She looks so beautiful, naked on the hotel’s geometric carpet, reaching for me. Isla wraps a hand around my dick and licks the head while I grab her bun. “Fuck.”
