Page 90 of Rock Me

Her front teeth dig into her lip and it's so sexy I almost burst. I lean over and kiss her. Kiss her so hard I think I draw blood, but I don't care. I want to kiss away every doubt in her mind that I want her. And replace it with the knowledge that I am nothing but consumed with want for her.

"Jez..." she moans, and I pull back to give her a moment to take a breath. Her eyes are wide and round and dark and full of lust. And I'm not sure how I stop myself from just taking here there and then, but I do, promising myself, soon.

I take her hand and we almost run to the elevators, standing far apart once we're inside, in case we can't hold off for those last few seconds.

The elevator door dings, and we practically race to our room, she moves the key in front of the lock and my hands are already on her, my mouth on the back of her neck.

The door finally gives way to us, and we fall inside, arms and legs and mouths and hands all over each other.

Not like this, not in the foyer of our hotel room, not for the first time. I think.

Before I know what I'm doing, I pull her arm over my neck and sweep my other arm under her legs.

"No! Jez! Be careful!" She cries into my ear.

I silence her with a kiss as I carry her to the bed.

"I'd break all the bones in my body one by one to be with you just this one perfect time," I whisper into her ear. I lay her gently on the bed and press a soft kiss to her lips before I drag my fingers down her body and pull off her shoes.

"One," I rasp. My hands walk back up her body, tucking under the shoulder straps of her dress, ready to peel it from her body.

"What?" She gasps, as I pull her dress down her body.

"'One' I said. I told you, I've thought about the order I'm going to do this in for a very long time."

Every single movement is causing me pain. Not in my hands. In my cock. I need to fuck her so bad I can barely take a breath, but I want this to be right for her.

"Jez," she says pushing my hands away and getting up on her knees on the bed. She pulls on the front of my shirt until my mouth is on hers. It's hard to not be kissing her constantly. She tastes like the most delicious, sweet, plump, juicy strawberry.

"Forget the numbers,” she says and I raise my eyebrows. "And just fuck me."

She releases the dam, and there's no going back. I push her down onto the bed, climbing over her. Her mouth is waiting for me, and I devour her, as my hand fumbles between her legs, pushing them apart.

She reaches down her thighs and slides her panties as far down her legs as she can, and I rip them off the rest of the way.

God, her scent fills the air. Fresh, salty, driving me insane.

I barely have time to unbuckle my belt and free my cock, before she reaches for me, pulling my mouth back down to hers again. Her need for me is making me dizzy, breathless. It’s the most incredible feeling in the world.

I wriggle my hips, my cock springing free. Ready for her.

She moves to wrap her legs around my hips and although it’s excruciating to stop, I have to.

"Fuck... wait, wait, baby,” I pant, “I don't have a..."

"Shhhh, you don't need one.” She presses her fingers to my lips. “I promise, you're safe with me. If you can promise the same, then we don't need one."

And in that moment, I know I’ve fallen all the way.

"I do,” I tell her. Saying everything in those two short words.

She smiles, and for a moment, her sweetness overtakes her sexiness. But then I feel her hips rock under mine, her heat permeating my groin and my mind short circuits.

And I all can think about is driving myself inside her.

I push my knee between her legs and they part for me, wide open, falling back against the bed. I press my index finger into her wetness, and it glides in past the first knuckle.

She squeezes, involuntarily around the tip of my finger. And I try to ignore imagining how it’s going to feel when it’s my cock inside her.