A tiny animal sound slipped from my throat, followed by a long, broken breath that grew even more ragged when he began to stroke me.His fingers were on silk; his thumb slipped beneath.Then he seemed to lose patience, becausewith a single sharp pull he released all four of the small snaps at my crotch.
His fingers found me, touched me.I heard him moan against my temple, and in the wake of the moan came sweet, low, sexy words of praise.I wanted to tell him that I needed more, but I’d momentarily lost the capacity for speech.All I could do was to shift my thighs to offer more of myself to him.
That was when the cab came to a jarring halt at the hotel.
“You owe me four-eighty,” the cabbie called.
I nearly screamed in frustration.I would have paid him ten times that amount to keep on driving, but that would have been short-sighted of me.We’d reached a haven.Privacy awaited.While Peter paid the cabbie, I dug my room card from my purse.Peter took it from me as he helped me from the cab, and, hand in hand, we all but ran into the lobby.
The elevator took forever to arrive.Impatiently we waited with our teeth clenched, our hands tightly locked and our heads tipped back to monitor the car’s progress.Years before, I’d waited nearly as impatiently for an elevator, only that time my father had been the man with me, and I’d been dancing from foot to foot.
I had no intention of entering the bathroom this time, unless Peter wanted to make love in the tub.I was game for that.I was game for most anything, so desperate was I to feel him inside me.
The elevator arrived.We stepped inside and pressed the proper button, but just as we were turning to each other, two young boys skidded breathlessly into the car.I told myself that that was just fine, that a public elevator was no place for hanky panky, that I’d just stand quietly strangling Peter’s fingers with mine until we reached my floor.
But I’d have happily zapped both boys with a real version of the space guns they held, and when I was through doing that, I’d have happily zapped their parents.
The boys raced off at the fourteenth floor and were instantly forgotten.Peter wove a handful of fingers into my hair, leaving his thumb to caress my mouth.My lips parted under their gentle pressure, but only to allow that caress to spread inside.He didn’t kiss me, and I didn’t miss it, because his eyes, holding mine in their thrall, were silently telling me of all the things he intended to do once we were alone and undressed.
A frisson of excitement shook my limbs, adding to the quivering inside that I couldn’t control.It didn’t help that beneath my very lovely navy silk suit, my very lovely white teddy was wide open.That was but one of the things Peter was saying with his electric green eyes.
We nearly missed my floor.The elevator opened, waited, then began to slide shut before Peter bolted forward and put a shoulder to the door.He drew me out with his other hand anddidn’t let go as we hurried down the hall.
It took him a minute to fit the entry card into the slot.I could hear the frustration in his impatient growl.The door finally opened.We went inside.It closed.We were alone at last.
The silence in the room was broken only by the muted sounds of the city far below and the beat of our thunderous hearts.We didn’t waste time listening to the message in the beat.We already knew it.There was no time to lose.
Our coats were no sooner gone when we came together, Peter pulling me so hard and high against him that my feet left the floor.Our mouths fused in a wet, tongue-tangling kiss.I began to push at his suit jacket, then went at it more efficiently when he returned me to the floor.Breathing hard, he ignored my jacket and went straight for my blouse.But his fingers caught on the small pearl buttons, and, while I tugged at his tie, he rasped, “You do it, Jill.I’ll tear it.”He abandoned my blouse and displaced my hands from his tie, which he proceeded to tear at irreverently.
Hastily I dispensed with my jacket.Taking shallow little breaths, I kicked my shoes aside, unzippered my skirt and pushed it down my legs, then hopped from one foot to the other until I was free.Heedless of the fine fabric, I tossed it blindly aside.My fingers raced to my blouse, but there I paused, because that was what Peter had done.His tie and shirt were gone, his belt unfastened and his trousers unzipped,but he was staring at me, at that part of me between my waist and my knees that was so erotically displayed.
I didn’t give a damn about erotic displays, at least not about mine.I wanted to see Peter.I wanted to touch him, taste him, satisfy the awful craving that was eating me alive.So I covered the small distance between us, opened my mouth on his chest and I slid my hands, palms flat, into his trousers.
He was hot and heavy, fully-aroused and throbbing with desire.My fingers closed around him.I strained upward in an attempt to align our body parts.
Peter wasn’t having that just yet.Capturing my mouth in a suctioning swoop, he forced his hands between us, fiddled with the buttons of my blouse for another impatient second, then tugged.The pearls didn’t make a sound as they fell to the carpet, not that we’d have heard if they had.We were too busy trying to kiss, trying to breathe, trying to get me out of my blouse and Peter out of his pants.
Buck naked, he was a strong and beautiful animal.I only had a second to register that fact when he slipped one arm around my back and the other under my bottom and lifted me against him.His mouth met mine.I coiled both arms around his neck, overlapping them tightly.My legs wound around his waist.
In a single fluid movement, he turned, lowered me to the turned-back bed and thrust deepinto me.The shock of it brought a sharp cry from my throat.
He went very still.“Jill?”
I panted softly and tightened my arms around his neck.
“I’ve hurt you.”
“Oh, no.”My body had already begun to adjust to his size, and even at that very first moment of possession, my reaction was more one of surprise than pain.As we lay coupled so tightly, I could feel tendrils of pleasure blotting out surprise, and at the tips of those tendrils were tiny pinpoints of heat.
A fine sheen of sweat broke out over my skin.I closed my eyes.The thought that Peter was embedded inside me was nearly as electric as his eyes.
In a gentle move, as though he were gauging my ability to take him, he carefully undulated his hips.But if he’d intended it as an exploratory measure, it was his undoing.“I can’t stop,” he breathed hoarsely, then more frantically, “I can’t stop, Jill.”His broad shoulders trembled under the force of restraint as, devoid of gentleness, he reared up over me.
He drew back, then slammed forward.I cried out again, this time at the fire his thrust stoked, and when he drew back again, I matched his motion.
There was no stopping either of us, then.His body grew slick with sweat.His hair fell in swaying spikes on his forehead as he drove intome again and again.I met each thrust head-on, raised my legs on his back to deepen his penetration.I couldn’t seem to get enough of him, nor could he of me.Sliding a hand under me, he lifted my bottom and drove even higher.I think he’d have possessed my entire body if he’d been able—not that what he was doing was much different.The point of his possession seemed to control everything else about me, from the way my fingernails raked his damp back, to the way my head thrashed from side to side, to the short, sharp bits of breath I labored to take.
In a soul-shattering moment, I sucked in a lungful of air and arched into a powerful climax.The spasms went on and on.They were enhanced by Peter’s explosive movements, then his final grunting plunge.As his big body shook, I felt the surge of liquid heat deep inside.
