“That sounds perfect.”
She didn’t reach to cover herself, and, fuck, if that wasn’t the hottest part—that she was comfortable with me already.
“Any word?” she asked after taking a long sip.
More proof that she was something special—being so worried about a man she’d met once.
“No. But Remo is working on getting the security footage from the hotel, though. He’s gonna be here in… about an hour and a half to review it.”
“Hour and a half, huh?” she asked, putting her cup down, then taking mine too.
Then she shifted up and climbed onto my lap.
My hands roamed down her back, sinking into her ass, dragging her against my cock as it stiffened between us.
Her head lowered, kissing down my neck.
Her hands tugged at my shirt until I reached down to pull it off.
She was sliding down, off, going down on her knees between my legs.
Her hungry gaze was on me as her hands slid up my thighs, across my waistband.
She undid my pants and then reached inside to pull my cock out.
Then I was in her mouth, and she was sucking me fast and deep.
“Fuck, baby,” I groaned, gathering her hair and fisting it at the back of her neck so I could watch.
But I wanted more.
I wanted her.
I pulled on her hair, loving the way her eyes went small and her lips parted at the sting across her scalp.
“Get up here and ride me,” I demanded, reaching into the nightstand for a foil and sliding the condom on as she moved to stand, then straddled me again.
Her hand moved between us, guiding me.
Then she was sinking down.
Her walls tightened around me, inviting me in.
My groan was drowned out by her cry as I filled her.
Her blue eyes went heavy-lidded as she dropped down fully.
She went slow at first, getting used to the stretch.
But it wasn’t long before the need took over.
I moved flat, wanting to enjoy the view as she rode me harder and faster, her head falling back.
Fuck, she was beautiful.
“Milo,” she whimpered as she tightened around me.
My hands went to her hips, guiding her movements as she trembled, getting close to that brink.
