Anna

Once we’d established our no-bullshit rule, I allowed myself to relax. We’d laid it out there. I was here for a week. And I wanted some fun and some good sex. No complications, no promises, no bullshit. He was easy company. And easy on the eye, that was for sure. Was it possible to be as handsome as he was without being a total douche? Well, he put on a good act, because he seemed funny and charming and nice to the obviously very nervous waiter, despite the fact he wouldn’t let him pour our wine. I was determined to just let myself enjoy the here and now.

Dating back in London was never about the here and now. I was always skipping ahead, fast forwarding the relationship in my head. Would my friends like him? Would my parents like him? Could I live with his quirks? Would he be a good father? It didn’t have to be like that with Ethan. It was only ever going to be for a week, so I was forced to live in the moment.

“Shall we go and find a cocktail bar and an after dinner drink?” he asked.

I shook my head.

“No?”

I shook my head again. “I want to see you naked again.”

“Well that’s a coincidence. Because I want to see you naked again, too.”

He grinned and asked for the check.

Unlike the night before, our car journey this evening was full of chatter. He seemed to know every building in New York City and pointed his favorites out as we drove along. A couple times he pulled me toward him so I could see better.

It seemed we were headed back to Daniel’s apartment. “Where are we going?”

“The hotel. Is that ok?”

I nodded. Had I hoped we would go back to his place? Maybe a little. But it didn’t matter where we were going, because wherever it was I was going to have the best—or the second best, after last night—sex of my life. He stroked my cheek with his thumb and leaned in and kissed me softly on the lips. It seemed, romantic almost. He pulled away and put his hand around my shoulders and pulled me closer.

When we got out the car, he held his hand for me and I took it and we crossed the lobby as if we were a couple. As we got in the elevator, despite being surrounded by other guests, my skin started to fizz. I knew what was going to happen when we got up to his suite. The delay of only minutes felt too much. I looked up at him, to try and see what he was thinking. He looked back at me with darkened eyes and shook his head and looked away.

“Don’t,” he said quietly and the fizz of my skin grew. His hand on my hand was not enough. I needed to feel him.

As the last guests got off the elevator, the door hadn’t quite shut when Ethan released my hand. For a brief moment I was confused, until he pushed me against the wall of the elevator and kissed me hard. His tongue pushed straight into my mouth, and his hands thrust into my hair, as if he couldn’t stop himself. I reached around his neck, drawing him closer. He smelled so good. It had been less than 24 hours since my body had been taken by him, but I felt like it had been months. I felt a longing from somewhere, like it was never going to be enough with him.

He pulled at my clothes, releasing my shirt from my pants, and his hands spread up and across my naked back.

He reached for my leg, drawing it around his waist and he pushed me harder against the wall. I curled the other one around so he was holding me up. I felt his erection against me, but there were too many layers between us.

His mouth was still on mine, his tongue desperate and thrusting, when he released me from the wall and carried me from the elevator. Then I felt another wall behind me, and he pressed his hardness against me, making sure I knew he was ready for me.

I needed his shirt off. I clawed at his collar, fumbling for the buttons, his mouth having found my neck, nipping and sucking. Not gentle, but desperate like he had to taste me.

I started to make my way down his shirt, undoing the buttons, when he pulled away.

“We need to get in the room,” he whispered. “Or I’m going to fuck you right here.”

I realized we were in the hallway, just outside the elevators. I’d assumed we’d made it into the suite. I giggled and buried my head in his neck as he pulled me off the wall and moved toward the door. I should have got down from him. He should have released me, but I needed his body against mine. I pulled him tighter to me as he opened the door. He strode down the hallway of the suite and I pulled back slightly to look at him as he walked. He looked purposeful and determined and I let out the tiniest sigh. He was so handsome.

“Fuck,” he said. “When you look at me like that, it does something to me. It flicks a switch in me.”

I felt my back against the mattress as he leaned over me and I relaxed my hold on him.

“Seriously. Naked. Right now,” he said as he went for the zipper to my trousers, tugging at it. I pushed his fingers away and took over and he reached for the buttons on my blouse. “Look at your gorgeous tits,” he said as he spread my blouse open. “I need you right now,” he said as he fumbled for his own zipper.

“So take me. I’m yours to have. You have my body for a week.”

I shrugged off my blouse and kicked off my pants as he finished undressing and found a condom. He crawled up my body, pressing his flesh against mine.

“You’re mine to have,” he repeated to me as he thrust into me. My legs parted farther and my knees drew up either side of him at the feel of him, as if trying to make more room for him. He watched me and my reaction. For a second, I couldn’t make a sound; I was so caught up in the sheer feel of him inside me. And then from the back of my throat I heard myself groan.

“Oh, that’s it baby. Take it all,” he said as he thrust into me again. Long, hard, pounding strokes.

“Ethan. Ethan. Ethan,” I screamed.

I felt myself clench around him and I dug my fingernails into shoulders. Oh god, he needed to slow down. I wasn’t ready for this. I wasn’t ready to feel this so quickly. My hands grabbed at his arms and then started to push at his chest.

“Ethan. Slow down. I can’t.” But he kept me there, pushing into me, deeper and deeper and deeper. “I’m going to...” I couldn’t get my words out before I felt myself falling, and there I was floating, feeling nothing and everything as my orgasm washed over me.

I opened my eyes. Ethan had stilled and was watching me. “You look so incredible when you come. You feel so incredible when you come.”

“For you.”

“For me,” he repeated and started his rhythm again, and I saw the moment his orgasm started and spread through his body. God, he was sexy. He was my Sex God.

He rolled off me and went into the bathroom, and I climbed under the sheets and lay back on the bed.

“I thought it might have been a fluke,” he said when he came back into the bedroom.

I sat up on my elbows and looked at him.

“Last night. Me coming like a teenager. I thought it must have been fluke. But it’s you, Miss Anna.” He crawled over me and kissed me on the nose and lay down on the other side of me. “Come here,” he said, inviting me to scoot into the crook of his arm.