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He smiles. “You need to know this isn’t going to last long. But I promise to make it up to you.”
“I know you will. I trust you.” He rushes to me and I scoot to the end of the counter and dry hump him. He’s so big. He’s gasping as I’m rubbing and I’ve started a fire I’m not sure will ever be put out. He pulls back suddenly.
“I haven’t waited for this moment just to come in my jeans. Come on, my beautiful girl. I’m going to need to see all of you.”
He picks me up and cradles me as he carries me off towards the bedrooms. He uses my feet to push open a door. It’s an office.
“Nope. I need a bed, like, now.” He laughs and tries the next door. “Need to use the bathroom?”
“I’m all good.” I giggle. I love him so. This is everything I’ll ever need. Him to adore me and believe in me. And make me this turned on—that’s pretty great, too.
The third door’s a charm. He growls as the door slowly creaks open. Soft white sheer curtains fall from the twelve-foot windows and the four-poster bed. The bed is black and shiny, with fancy hotel windowpane bedding. And then the stunning and chic room fades, and all I see is him.
He’s on top of me and already lifting my shirt. All the bullshit in my life—rule-following, guilt over wanting this—falls away.
He kisses my stomach as his fingers reach the front snap of my bra. He opens it, and his hands find my breasts as he leans up to my mouth. I’ve been conditioned that it’s wrong to think and want it. That it’s function, not fun. Such bullshit I’ve been swallowing.
I moan into his touch. I can’t be close enough to him. He takes his shirt off and I glide my hands over his cut torso. It’s hard and soft, and familiar, like it’s mine now. I own it. He pulls us to standing and I wiggle out of my capris surprising him with my new lace thong. It’s the most scandalous thing I’ve ever done. He backs away from me and stares.
“Those didn’t come from home.” I bite my lip. “Fuck, you look good.”
He takes me back in his arms and kneads my ass. He pulls me closer to him. He growls in my ear and then tosses me onto the bed.
He kisses me and moves up slightly, settling between my legs, and I wrap mine around him. He’s so serious and utterly open to me, as if I can see forever in those slate blues.
“Love isn’t strong enough.”
I’m a flush of emotion. “I know.” I buck my hips a little.
He says, “So, you’re done with the mushy love stuff?”
“Yeah. I think it’s time we were naked. I want to see your cock.” It’s the boldest I’ve ever been in my life, and the look in his eyes is worth it.
“Jesus, don’t start dirty talking. I won’t even make it inside you, gorgeous.”
He leaps up and within seconds, he’s completely naked. I’ve never seen him in this kind of light. I can see every vein and ridge on his dick. He reaches for it as he notices me watching and offers himself to me. I grip him and I’ve touched him before, of course, but this is hotter. He puts his hands on his hips and throws his head back and the harder he gets the bolder I become.
He guides me the way he likes it, sexy instructions instead of demands. He’s like steel, but there’s a softness to it. The tip leaks and he groans. I slide my hand over it and he moves a little into my fist. I like it.
“You done exploring? I can’t take much more.” I smile and nod. Then I lay back down on this decadent bed.
He pulls my pink lace thong off. He stares, and for a moment, I start to close my legs. I don’t know what to make of him staring at that part of me.
“No. Stop. This is gorgeous.” It’s the first time we’ve been totally naked with lights on and without a time limit.
“You look like fantastic sin in our home.” He grabs a condom from the back pocket of his discarded jeans and I laugh at him.
“You travel around with that?”
He shows me he has a couple with him. He jumps on the bed and spreads my legs. I’m up on my elbows watching him.
“Um, with you around, hell yeah. I wasn’t going to miss this chance since the moment I walked into room 666. And lucky for you, I’m a forward thinker, or we’d have to stop before we started here in our home.”
He pushes me down to the bed so he can kiss the hell out of me. I grip his back and pull him closer.
“Can I touch you?” He always asks. But this time it has more weight. “Lizzie, I want you to come before I enter you, if I can fucking wait, but I’ll try. I read it won’t hurt as much if you’re already blissed out.”
“You’re so big, I’m sure blissed out is a good thing,” I say, biting my lip.
