THE FRONT DOOR WASN’T even closed, and I had Tinley stripped out of her dress. She stood in the faint light of her foyer wearing a pair of lace panties, silver heels, and diamond earrings. Braless. Perfect. Not that I was complaining, but I bet she looked amazing in lingerie. Fuck, she could probably wear a feed sack and take my breath away.
Don’t say that kind of corny shit.
“Zero-one-two-zero-nine,” she said, picking her dress up off the wood floor.
“What?”
“The security system,” she jutted her chin towards the wall. “Zero-one-two-zero-nine then hit pound and then enter.”
I barely registered the beeping sound because I was too busy staring at her slim legs, and beautiful tits. Once I had the door closed and the alarm situation put to rest, I approached Tinley until we were a hair’s breadth apart.
My hands lifted to her face and I kissed her, I poured everything into that kiss. Her hands drifted up my chest and over my shoulders.
“You have too many clothes on,” she whispered against my lips.
“You bring up a good point.” Breaking our connection, I stepped back and removed my shoes. I took off my jacket and tossed it over the same chair where Tinley’s dress lay.
“Bedroom?” When I turned back around I found her halfway up the stairs.
“I’ll show you,” she answered, turning back to face me, and slipping off her heels.
My urgent need to explore Tinley’s body had me taking the stairs two at a time. When I reached the second floor, I passed through the loft space that held a gorgeous white piano situated in front of a row of windows that showcased a rather large balcony overlooking the ocean.
Without difficulty, I managed to drag my focus back to the task at hand. Tinley stood leaning against the doorframe, her panties dangling from the tip of her index finger.
She smiled. “It’s about time you got here.”
“To be fair, you did have a head start,” I pointed out, tossing her panties onto the floor.
“Are we playing fair?” There was a teasing tone in her voice.
With one hand buried in her hair, I tilted her head back and kissed up her throat, making my way to her mouth. Those pink lips begged me to devour her, so I did. Pulling her mouth to mine, I kissed her hard, licking and stroking her tongue with mine.
Eyeing the bed, I hauled her up onto my shoulder, carrying her across the room. Tinley let out a gasp and smacked my ass. Setting her on her feet, her fingers went to work on the buttons of my shirt.
When my shirt hit the floor, she smiled and scratched her nails down my chest. My hands palmed her tits as my thumbs circled her small, dusty pink nipples coaxing them to attention. Moaning, she arched into my touch. I dipped my head taking one of those beauties into my mouth. The scent of sweet orange, warm honey, and sex crashed over me—her flavor. Tinley’s nails bit into my scalp as I nipped and sucked her skin.
I glanced up at her, those blue eyes twinkling. “Are you going to fuck me now, Matthew?”
That was hot as fuck. I made no effort to suppress the growl that rattled my throat. Everything after that was a blur of movements. It was a miracle that I hadn’t fucked her where she stood.
“On the bed, Tinley, now.”
She smiled. “Would you like me on my knees or on my back?”
Shoving my boxers to the ground, I watched as she climbed on top of the white bedspread. Almost everything in her room was white—neat and tidy. Tinley was perfect and polished. She was grace, elegance, and refinement. Underneath, there was a wild soul that either wanted to be tamed or set free and I was the lucky bastard who was going to figure it all out.
She sank to her knees, and a devious smiled turned up the corners of her mouth.
“I knew there was something naughty about you the moment I laid my eyes on you.”
Licking her lips, she eyed my cock. I dragged my fist down my length and back up, over the crown, bringing it back down to the root. Her blue eyes met mine and the way she was looking at me nearly had me coming undone before I’d had a chance to bury myself deep inside her.
I crawled up her lithe body, dragging my tongue over her flat stomach to her breasts and pushing her back down onto the mattress. When my nose grazed over the rise of her breast, a gasp slipped from her lips. Her body quivered beneath me as I sucked her nipple into my mouth. Grinding against her, my cock was slick with her wetness and another wave of her scent washed over me.
“I want you, Matthew,” she whispered. “Condoms are in the nightstand and don’t think for one moment that I do this often. A woman should always be prepared for intimate situations.”
“I came prepared too,” I said, producing the condom I’d managed to shove under the pillow.
A sexy smile tugged at her lips as her brows pinched together. “But . . . how did you do that?”
I smirked, adjusting my position over her. “Magic, beautiful.”
Her nails dug into my forearms as I rolled the condom down and then sank into her wet heat. I took great satisfaction when her eyes rolled back and she let out a breathy moan. That sound, I wanted to hear it for the rest of my days. Tinley wrapped her legs around my waist, and I drove into her with the prime mission of giving her a magnificent orgasm—or two or three.
Her hands dug into my shoulders. “Matthew, yes, more,” she moaned. Hearing her begging for more amped me up. More. More. In this moment I wanted to give her everything I had.
“I want to hear that sound again—say my name.” My hips crashed against hers, and her fingers dug into my shoulders.
“Matthew . . .”
It felt amazing to hold Tinley in my arms, but being here with her like this had a profound effect on me. I’d met her six months ago, yet somehow, I felt as if I’d known her much longer. I wasn’t in the habit of connecting with someone—anyone—like this and never this quickly.
My hands gripped her hips as I slammed into her, giving her what she wanted. On a long moan, my name spilled from her lips once more. “The sound you make when you come, I’ve been wondering about that for some time.”
“How long?” she asked, pushing her hands into my hair.
“Too long,” I groaned before crushing my lips to hers.
My orgasm stirred at the base of my spine. I was on fire, burning up for her. Wanting more, I tilted my hips towards her clit going deeper. Her walls contracted and tightened around my cock. My hips rolled against her, and she rocked against me in response. “Please, oh please, Matthew,” Tinley whimpered, her body jerking beneath me as her nails dug into the muscles of my back.
Bowing my head, I sucked one of her nipples into my mouth as my thumb circled the other. Searing pleasure wound through me and a wave of electricity shot through me when her nails scratched down back.
“You are so beautiful.”
“Oh, fuck me, Matthew.” Meeting me thrust for thrust, her blue eyes locked with mine, pleading for me to go over the edge with her. The headboard bounced off the wall, and I was certain everyone in The Harbour could hear Tinley’s screams. Reminders of that balcony came to mind. I was determined to fuck her there. Tingles spread over my body, signaling my impending orgasm.
The friction between us was incredible, and she was so close I could taste it. Picking up the pace, I plunged into Tinley, thrusting deeper.
“Right there. Yes, Matthew,” she cried out my name with a long airy moan. It made me feel like a fucking king and I erupted with a litany of unintelligible babble. The spasms of her orgasm rippled around my dick, and I kept my eyes trained on hers as I slowed my hips.
“So good . . . amazing,” she said, her fingers gliding through my hair.
I pressed my forehead to hers, my cock still pulsing inside her body. My lips met hers for a long slow kiss.
“That was incredible,” I rasped, caging my arms on either side of her.
A lazy warm smile crossed her swollen lips. “And how did the sound of me coming all over your cock rate? Was it everything you imagined?”
“Even better.” I slid my hand along her ribcage up to her nipple, pinching the tender flesh between my fingers. She moaned at the touch. “Yes, I love the sound of your moans.”
She was perfect—unbelievably sexy with her blonde hair all wild and fanned against the pillows. I managed to disentangle our bodies, rolling off the mattress to discard the condom.
“My thighs are still shaking,” she said, crawling underneath the covers and leaning her back against the headboard.
“Good.” I climbed back onto the bed pulling her close, and dragging the comforter up and around us. My hand stroked up her thigh and back down. I kissed along her cheek and down her neck. I could stay like this with Tinley for the rest of my days—after a few moments could, turned into not possible. While the confines of reality rode in like a demonic beast on wheels, there was no reason to pretend this was the last chapter with Tinley Atkinson. I may have had my fill of New York, but I wasn’t nearly finished with this woman—not even close.