The elevator stopped at the top floor. “Penthouse?” I frowned at him. “That’s posh.”
He nodded. “Why not?”
I followed him out of the elevator which stopped pretty much outside his door. “Have you brought your kids to New York?”
“No. My wife, Rachael, wasn’t keen on flying. Since she died I haven’t taken them anywhere.” He opened the door and let me through first. “I will bring them though. When Callum’s a bit older.”
“They’d love it. I loved coming here as a kid. It’s still one of my favourite places.” I looked around the suite. The views were phenomenal obviously, the space recently decorated. I kicked my shoes off, feeling that relief exclusive to when you had bare feet after a day and an evening in heels, and sighed.
“I kind of want your sighs to be about something else.”
I looked at the speaker, his eyes shining dangerously. “What might that something else be?”
“My cock filling you up as you come around it. Your tits in my hands while I suck on them. That would be part of the something.”
I wasn’t sure I could get any wetter. The inside of my thighs were already dripping after he’d gone down on me in the elevator. “What’s the other part?”
“All the different positions I can get you in when I fuck you.”
I think you could describe what I did as a pounce. Maybe an attack. My legs ended up around his waist, my hands tearing at his shirt while he gripped hold of my ass and walked us into the bedroom.
My back hit the mattress, then clothes were lost, his and mine. I didn’t care, I could worry about the walk of shame in a few hours, although this wasn’t going to be a walk of shame.
Judging by what I was palming right now I was going to do whatever walk it was in the style of John Wayne. Grant Callaghan was packing a secret weapon, one I was going to become intimately acquainted with.
“Birth control?” He released my nipple from his mouth and shot the words at me. “I don’t have condoms.”
“I’m on the Pill. I have condoms in my purse if you need them too.” Although I wasn’t sure they were extra-large and they would be needed. My hips shifted of their own accord. “I’d appreciate it if you could – ah.”
Clearly condoms weren’t needed. Grant eased into me in one swift movement, pausing to let my body adjust. Pain pinched pleasurably and my orgasm started to ripple, unexpected but not unwelcome.
“Shit, are you coming?” He sounded extraordinarily pleased with himself.
I dug my nails in his back, swept away by a mini-orgasm. He’d started to move which was making it all the better. “Yes. It’s been awhile and you have a really good dick.” The words were stuttered and came from an orgasm induced stupor. I would’ve probably told him anything right now.
“One of the nicest things I’ve ever been told. Your pussy’s pretty good too. Fuck, Marie – tell me this isn’t going to be a one-off.” He was picking his pace up now, deep, hard movements that were turning me inside out in the best possible way.
“There’s no limit - ”
“Thank fuck for that.” He pulled my leg over his hips, getting in deeper, my body wrecked with shivers throughout it, my tits bouncing which I knew he was enjoying.
I felt exposed in the best possible way, freer than I had for a long time. I liked sex, only when it was on my terms, and I appreciated a lover who knew what he was doing with the tools he’d been given.
In this case, Grant was a master of art.
I came again before he did, seconds later filled with Grant’s orgasm, his groan filling up the room. I hoped to god no one heard through the walls, but it was a passing thought because I didn’t really care.
We slowed, our breathing heavy, chests heaving. When we looked at each other there was a shared expression.
What the very fuck?
“Do we need to talk about this?” he asked, when he had the breath to do so.
“No. I think we need to recover and do it again. At least twice more. That might’ve been a fluke.”
He pulled out of me, wincing. I felt wetness gush out and reached over for the tissues.
“I don’t think it was a fluke. Just tell me you take your pill every day.” He rolled onto his side, pulling me against him. “I’m not ready for kid number five.”
