She shatters.
Her pussy clamps down on my cock as she screams my name. I fuck her through it, drawing out every spasm, and when she stops shaking, I let go. I bury myself deep and spill inside her with a groan.
We stay like that, both breathing hard, my mouth and face pressed against the softness of her neck. I’m still inside her, and I don’t want to move. I want to stay here forever, connected to her, feeling her heartbeat slow against my chest.
“Holy shit,” she whispers.
“Yeah.” I kiss her slower this time. “I don’t know what you’re doing to me.”
I pull out and grab my shirt to clean her up. Everything is gentler now that the desperation has faded. She watches me with heavy eyes and something soft in her expression that makes my chest ache.
“Get dressed,” I say.
She blinks. “What?”
“I’m taking you somewhere.” I kiss her nose, glancing at my watch.
“Where?”
“You’ll see.”
“Ihatesurprises.”
“You’ll like this one,” I tell her, tucking loose strands behind her ear.
“You promise?” she asks.
“Yes,” I tell her.
After stealing a kiss, she disappears into her bedroom. “What should I wear?”
“We’ll be outside, and you’ll want to be able to move.”
She goes to the doorway and tilts her head at me. “What does that even mean?”
“You’ll figure it out. I’ll be back to pick you up in exactly two hours,” I say, grabbing my bag.
“I hate you,” she hollers from her closet.
“Hate you too, babe.”
I take a cab back to my penthouse for a quick shower and to get dressed. Everything is exactly how I left it. I grab the bag that I packed for this moment last week.
When I return to her apartment, she meets me in jeans, a cream sweater that looks soft enough to sleep in, and a coat with faux fur on the hood. She moves to the back seat with me, and I give her a smile. On the way to where we’re going, she peppers me with kisses.
“If I guess, will you tell me?”
“No,” I say with a chuckle as she plants a kiss on the base of my throat.
“A restaurant?”
“Please.”
I roll my eyes, and she places another kiss behind my ear.
“A hotel?”
“Um, why?”
