She stumbles into our hotel room and I catch her before she can face plant. Wrapping an arm around her stomach, I keep her upright, pressing her back along the front of my body. She giggles then wiggles her ass teasingly over my hard cock. Tipping my head back, I breathe deep, clench my teeth and fight every primal urge driving me to make her mine.

Right here.

Right now.

If she wasn’t so intoxicated, she’d already be naked and at the mercy of my tongue, but I know this behavior is out of character for her. It’s the result of drinking generous amounts of champagne over the course of the evening.

Her hands slip back to grip the outside of my thighs. I catch them in mine as soon as they make contact. “Carter, you need to behave,” I growl from deep in my chest. I’m only human and she’s testing my fucking resolve with each second that passes.

“Maybe I’m tired of behaving. Where has being a good girl gotten me?” she questions, deliberately pressing her ass into my hard on.

Releasing her hands, I spin her around and crash my lips to hers, swallowing the gasp of surprise as it escapes her mouth. It only takes Carter a second to dive into our kiss full throttle. Her hands climb to my shoulders, sliding back until her nails dig into the skin where the collar of my shirt and the nape of my neck meet. Groaning into her mouth, my palms slide down over the smooth contours of her curvy backside, fingers cupping each cheek, lifting her up. Lean legs wrap around my hips as I stalk toward the bed, our mouths still connected. Each thrust of my tongue mimics the motion my cock longs to be doing to her pussy.

Our lips never part when I lower her to the bed and slip between her legs. Resting on my forearms, my hands grip hers. I raise them to either side of her head, keeping our fingers laced as our tongues eagerly meet and dance together. There’s no way I can handle her touching me if I’m going to keep our interlude as innocent as possible. Even just kissing her is better than the hottest porn.

With each whimper and seductive roll of her hips, she pushes me beyond my limits of control. My dick is so hard it’s painful and I’m sure I could come just from kissing her. She wraps her legs around my hips, squeezing like a vice slowly being tightened and tears her lips from mine. “Touch me, please,” she urges.

My nostrils flare as I stare down at her. She’s such a tempting little vixen tonight and I know some of her boldness is the aftereffects of the champagne speaking. “Please, Nick. Make me come,” she whispers, hoarsely.

Oh fuck. How am I supposed to resist her plea? “Not tonight, Candy. You’ve been drinking.”

“Please. I want you to.”

I clench my jaw so tight I hear the sound of my molars grinding and creaking. Is it so wrong to make her come when she wants to?

“Nick, please. I want you to make me come. No one’s ever made me before. Only me.” She bites on her lower lip and her cheeks flush red, embarrassed at her confession. Oh damn. Thinking of her bringing herself to orgasm is hotter than the surface of the sun.

“Candy, that’s not on you. You’ve been with some selfish assholes. That’s all that means.”

“Please,” she groans, bucking her hips into mine.

Fuck me. How can I resist something she wants so much? I release my hold on one of her hands, sliding my palm, under her shirt. The skin of her stomach is soft and warm as my fingertips trail along the waistband of her pants. Undoing the button first, the metallic buzz of the zipper's teeth breaks the silence in the room as I lower it. Sliding my hand down inside her panties we both moan when my middle finger slips through her wet slit then moves to briefly caress her clit, before plunging inside. She whimpers, rocking her pelvis into my hand. My thumb flicks back and forth over her clit and then draws slow circles over it. “Oh God, Nick,” she gasps.

I smile. There’s nothing better than making her feel pleasure and hearing my name on her lips. Today will be the first orgasm of many. I want to make her come daily for as long as she’ll let me.

“Your pussy is so hot and wet. I wish it was my cock inside you right now.”

“Yes, I want you.”

“Not tonight. When I take this pussy, you’re not going to be drunk on anything but me.”

Slipping another finger inside, I groan when her walls squeeze tight. I’d give anything to be buried there, balls deep, right now. Rolling her hips into my hand, she’s the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen. The natural way she responds to my touch has me so turned on.

I’ve never wanted someone this much.

I’ve never needed someone this much.

I know it won’t happen today, but it’s inevitable that she and I will be naked together in the very near future. I’m persistent enough to make sure it happens. She deserves someone who will treat her right and that someone is me.

My pace quickens as I roll my thumb over her clit. Her breaths are faster as she draws closer to her release. “That’s it, Candy,” I encourage her.

“So close,” she whimpers. Her legs twitch and she moans as she orgasms for the first time at someone else’s hand.

“Watching you come was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”

She throws her forearm over her eyes as embarrassment sets in. “Oh God.”

Catching her hand in mine, I tug her hand away from her face, before releasing it. “Don’t hide from me. That was awesome.”

She stares up, her wonder filled eyes locking with mine. “I can’t believe you made me come.”

“Did you honestly doubt these babies?” I smirk, raise up both hands and wiggle my fingers.

She rolls her eyes.

“Come on. Give me my props. I told you I’m a renaissance man. Whatever you need, I can handle.”

“Can we not talk about this anymore?”

“We can talk about whatever you want.”

“What if I don’t want to talk at all?”

“Then we won’t. I’m going to take a quick shower,” I say, backing off the bed. With a final glance in her direction, I head toward the bathroom.

After an ice-cold shower, I brush my teeth and by the time I’m finished Carter is already asleep on the bed. She’s completely uncovered, and my eyes shamelessly roam over her. She must have changed when I was in the bathroom because she’s wearing a tank top and a tiny pair of shorts. Pulling on some boxer briefs, I yank a t-shirt over my head, before climbing in bed behind her. Tugging the covers up, I curl an arm around her middle, bury my nose in her sweet-smelling hair and sync my breathing with hers. My last thought before I drift off to sleep is that there’s nothing better than having her in my arms.