“Please, take these bags to the front desk to have them delivered in a few hours,” he told the driver, sliding him several hundred-dollar bills, as if they made up for the show we had put on.
The driver gave him a knowing nod and scooped up the bags by the handles and carried them inside. Jeremiah turned to me and held out his hand. I gently placed mine in his and the pre-existing electricity that hummed between us just moments before returned just by that simple touch. My eyes met his as I stepped out of the car, forgetting that I was practically wearing lingerie in the middle of a busy hotel entrance, and only seeing that his eyes were clear now. A piercing blue intently fixed on me. Only me.
He pulled me alongside him, one hand holding my hand, while the other wrapped around my back, settling just above my hip. He walked with urgency, and I did my best to keep up, feeling the heat of his hand burn into me. He quickly pressed the elevator button, clicking it over and over as if that would will it to arrive faster. I felt his impatience. I could feel my own between my legs.
Finally, the doors slid open with a ding and he ushered me inside the empty elevator. He had barely pressed the button for our floor before he was upon me. My back pressed against the mirrored wall behind me and his hands were a force that somehow was in a million places at once, but it was his mouth that captured my entire attention. He kissed along my collarbone, dragging his tongue, until his lips met my jawline. I leaned my head back as his mouth explored. Tasted.
I felt his erection against me. If I could just lift my hips slightly, I’d be able to feel him against the one part of me that called to him desperately. Before I could, the elevator doors slid open. Jeremiah growled as he reluctantly pulled away. His breath was quick, his chest moving up and down. Our room was just a few doors down, but somehow it felt like it was across the country in this moment. I placed my hand gently against his chest, trailing my fingers down until they met the hardness that made me suck in a breath. His eyes went molten.
In one motion, his hands were on my hips, lifting me up until my legs were wrapped around him. He backed out of the elevator, his hands exploring my bare ass under the dress as he walked down the hallway. I leaned in and tugged at his earlobe with my teeth before moving my lips down his neck.
Just outside our door, he slammed my back into the wall. His hand moved further under my dress, his fingers trailing along the slickness of my lace thong.
“Jesus, Sadie,” he whispered in wide eyed surprise.
I pressed against his hand, hungry for more as I rode it. I threw my head back against the striped wallpaper, his thumb grazing over me in slow circular motions.
“Take me inside,” I said desperately.
Still holding me against the wall, my legs wrapped around him, he dug out his wallet and found the room key. He pressed it against the keypad and the click of the lock was like music to my ears. He swung the door open, carrying me inside.
He passed by the living room and entered the bedroom swiftly, practically tossing me on the now-made bed the housekeepers must have tended to while we were away. I slid my body back across the cloud of a bed until my back met the headboard, all while Jeremiah’s eyes followed my every move. I parted my legs slightly, revealing the light pink lace thong he had just run his fingers against. His eyes lowered. Darkened, like a lion who spotted his prey. Wetness pooled between my legs.
I watched as he slid off his jacket, the pressed gray material sliding to the floor. He loosened his tie, pulling at it until the knot gave way. He undid each button of his shirt before peeling it off of him. It was like a slow dance I couldn’t tear my eyes from,all while his eyes remained fixed between my legs. He climbed slowly toward me on the bed.
“You forgot the rest,” I said, looking down at his gray slacks that were straining against his erection.
“Patience,” he said
He grabbed my hips suddenly and pulled me toward him, my back and head sliding down the headboard until they met the plush pillow. His hands shoved at the silk of my dress until it lay piled on my abdomen. He grabbed my knees and pried them apart even further, bringing his lips against the pink lace. His breath was warm against me, making me tremble.
He slung one finger under the fabric, pulling it to the side before dipping his tongue straight into my center, dragging it upward. I let out a moan as I grabbed the sheets around me, trying to keep my body still as he worked his tongue down and back up. I could hardly stand it, yet somehow I needed more. I ground my hips downward so I could feel him even more. I heard him chuckle, sending a rumble through me.
“Greedy girl,” he whispered as he pulled away before plunging his tongue back into me. I writhed against his mouth, feeling every delicious stroke of his tongue. His hands grabbed the flesh of my ass, pulling me further onto his hungry mouth. I could feel the waves building up inside of me, threatening to crash at any moment. As if sensing it, Jeremiah reached up and pressed his thumb against my clit and began circling it. I turned my head, burying it in the pillow and let out a scream of pleasure.He increased the pressure, his pace quickening. I let out another scream as I released around his tongue. He groaned at my taste, the thunder rolling through me, building another wave to crash.
He gave me a soft kiss before lifting his head and looking at me. He brought his thumb to his mouth and swiped along the flesh of his bottom lip. The sight of it just about made me come undone.
He began kissing his way up my body, as he climbed slowly over me. He wrapped his strong hands around my back and pulled me to sit upright. Face to face with me, his hands found the pool of bunched fabric and he pulled my dress up over my head.
“It’s one hell of a dress,” he said, watching it fall to the floor.
He stood kneeling before me, his eyes roaming over my full breasts. My nipples peaked under his gaze, begging for him to touch them. But he didn’t. He just kneeled there, eyes roving over every inch of me. It was torture. I reached for him, but he pulled away with a shake of his head.
“Not yet,” he said.
My entire body felt like it was screaming for him. Begging for him.
He leaned forward, his hand roaming up my abdomen until it slid around my left breast. My back hitched as he took my nipple between his fingers, pinching lightly. I let out a soft moan as I watched him watch me. His eyes never leaving mine, he took my right breast into his mouth. His tongue swirled around before hebegan to suck on the plump flesh. I threw my head back as he devoured each breast, taking turns with his mouth and hands.
“Please,” I said throatily, not being able to take it anymore.
He torturously removed his mouth from my nipple. “Please what?” he asked.
I brought my head back down and looked at him pleadingly.
“Please fuck me,” I whispered, taking his face in my hands so that his face was inches from mine.
“I never thought I’d hear those words come from your mouth,” he said. “So vulgar. So demanding.”
