Penny
Dalton’s reserved a room at one of the most opulent hotels in the city. He’d been cool in his invitation. It wasn’t: Hey, I’ve got a room booked, want to go back and sleep together? Dalton was so much smoother than that.
“Have you ever stayed at the Four Seasons? The view from the top floor is the best in the city. I have a reservation there tonight.”
“You do?”
“When I RSVP’d I wasn’t expecting you to be my date, and I didn’t feel like commuting back to my place. I can certainly have a car service take you back though if you’d like.”
The decision is mine. After a week of ending each date with a kiss, am I ready for more?
“That won’t be necessary,” I say coyly as we step out to the busy street that is turning quickly into a crossroads. I know if we end up at that hotel tonight I will give all of myself to him. I’m hungry, no . . . starving, for the moment to finally have Dalton give me all the pleasure he’s been promising me.
“Oh yes,” he says, spinning so our bodies are pressed together tightly. He backs me up a step or two until I’m at the wall of the building we just left. With ravenous abandon, he tips my head back and kisses me in a way I’ve never been kissed. His tongue plunges into my mouth, swirling and owning the space, and before I can even consider our public location my hand is caught up in his dark hair, tugging and begging him silently never to stop.
We’re out on the street; I can hear people passing by, but my body is vibrating for more. I arch against him, rubbing myself against his rock-hard cock.
“I could fuck you here,” he growls, his lips only an inch from mine, wide chest blocking my view of everything beyond him.
“I’m pretty sure that’s illegal,” I whisper back, and he laughs loudly.
When he pulls away I feel empty. Like I’ve never been touched in my life or I’ll never be touched again. However far it is to this hotel, is too damn far for me. We don’t talk as we walk. His hand is in mine and our pace is bordering on frantic as we burst through the lobby doors and head straight for the elevator.
“Don’t you need to check in?” I ask, pausing until he pulls me along.
“I picked up the key earlier,” he says, pulling it from his pocket. “I don’t like to waste time.” He proves his statement true as the elevator doors close, and he pulls me into his arms. This isn’t the restrained kiss we’ve shared. His touch is just the right amount of rough. I give myself over to it.
He lifts his head and looks at me with the same wild stare. “You’re sure?” he asks raggedly. “If you need more time, say it now.”
Tears spring to my eyes and any remaining doubt dropped away. I pull his mouth back to mine and rub myself against his bulging cock.
“We’re going straight to the top,” he said between kisses, looking at me with a devilish grin. “I should be able to wait, but—”
His hand slides up my dress and beneath my panties. I’m already wet for him and that seems to excite him further. His finger plunges inside me as his thumb works my clit. I’m not worried the door might open. I don’t care about anything past him and the fire he’s lighting inside me.
“You feel so fucking good,” he whispers hotly.
I answer in a moan. God, I don’t want him to stop.
The elevator opens into a private hallway. We stumble out. A moment later he sweeps me into his arms and carries me past the living room toward what I’m guessing is the bedroom.
We make it most of the way, but our eyes meet, and we’re lost. He lowers me slowly and begins to kiss me again.
I’ve never felt so bold, so free. It’s my turn to push him to the wall, and though my size limits my ability, he plays along. A primal growl of approval escapes his lips, and I’m suddenly soaked with desire. I yank off his bow tie and pop every button off his shirt as I rip it free. Kissing my way down his chest, I manage to pull at his belt and free his hard cock from his pants.
The desire to swallow his firm, pulsing cock overtakes me, and before he can catch his hands in my hair, I have nearly all of him in my mouth.
“Fuck,” he calls out in a husky whisper as I slide my tongue up and down his shaft, catching a rhythm that seems to be sending him quickly to the brink of ecstasy. He stops me, though. “No, not like this. Not this time. Slow down, baby.”
The tables turn, and he’s undressing me, kissing his way down my body. When I’m naked he holds my hands above my head and runs his hands up and down my body as if he’s savoring every moment. There isn’t an inch of me his hands don’t worship. I’m writhing with impatience. It’s not fair that I can’t touch him. When his mouth follows the path his hands had taken, I’m beyond coherent thought.
He drops to his knees and pulls my pussy roughly to his mouth. I dig my hands in his hair and wonder if what I did with the other men was even sex, because it was nothing like this. His tongue is magic. His fingers are skilled. My body is doing things it’s never done before, and it’s heaven—sheer heaven.
I sob out his name when I come. I realize I should apologize to every woman I’ve ever silently judged for being with a string of men. If Dalton had been my first, I wouldn’t be able to go a week—let alone a year—without experiencing this again.
“Get on the bed,” he demands suddenly, and when I hesitate, he lifts me like I’m as light as a feather. “I can’t wait any longer.”
“I don’t want you to,” I moan, running my hand over my sex and tipping my head back, overrun with anticipation.
He lays me down on the bed and rolls on a condom. He’s above me a moment later. I part my legs wide and run my hands over his strong chest.
“Tell me what you want, Penny. I want to hear you say it. He lowers his mouth to my breast with delightful expertise. I can’t think. I’m pretty sure I can’t speak. I just moan and thrust my hips upward as his tip brushes over my clit. “Say it,” he commands. He slides his cock back and forth over my nub.
“Oh,” I cry out. “Yes, I want your cock. Please fuck me, Dalton. Fuck me.” His nostrils flare and the next kiss he gives me rewards my boldness.
His hand roves over my peaks, and he dips the tip of his cock in and out of me. His first deep thrust sends heat and pleasure rushing through me. His hands go to my hips, and he adjusts me so he can go deeper.
God, deeper is good.
Harder. Faster. Deeper.
I come powerfully, clinging to him as he continues to drive into me.
“Oh, yes, baby. Let yourself go.”
I take a moment to bask in the glow even as I feel my body revving for him again. His mouth claims mine, and I think he’s about to orgasm as well, but he rolls us both over so I’m draped across his chest.
I’ve never been on top. I sit up, loving the fullness of him within me.
The look on my face must give me away. “Don’t overthink it,” Dalton says, pulling me slowly on top of him. “Do what feels good.”
“What about you?”
“The view alone,” he says, cupping my breast and squeezing tightly, “is enough for me to come a hundred times.”
I start moving tentatively. It’s not like the movies. This position takes balance and for just a second I think I’m going to kill the mood, but then I move in a way that sends a burst of pleasure through me. “Oh,” I gasp.
He laughs, taking full advantage of the opportunity to claim my breasts with his hands. I repeat the move I just discovered once, then again. I always thought being on top would be embarrassing, but it’s empowering. I take him as deeply, as powerfully as I want.
He begins to move with me, and it adds a whole new level. I stop worrying about how I look on top or if he’s enjoying himself and thrust myself wildly toward my second orgasm.
“Harder,” I gasp out as I begin to plummet toward a powerful orgasm. Dalton doesn’t skip a beat. He slaps my ass as he pounds up into me, and the light sting sends me out of control.
This time when I come, he explodes inside me.
“Fuck, you’re so tight. So perfect. Just the way I knew you would be.”
I collapse on his chest, and we lie there for a moment, a sweaty tangle of sated limbs. He kisses my temple lightly. “You good?”
“Oh, yes.” I let out a breath and kiss his chest. “It’s never been like that for me.”
“I figured,” he said with a cocky smile. “There is a reason women recommend me to their friends.”
“Careful.” I should want to smack him, but he’s so adorable I let him off with a light pinch. “Your enormous ego is showing again.”
“Is that what you want to call him?” he asks playfully.
I give up and lay my head on his chest. Really, I feel too good to care about much else.
He runs his hand up from my hip to my neck, tracing my body. “We aren’t done yet.”
“Promise?” I raise my eyes to his.
“I’m going to fuck you until one of us cries uncle. How many times do you think you can come in one night?”
“Before you my record was once.” I could lie, but why bother?
That cocky smile is back, but I love it. “Then let’s see what you do in the hands of a master.”
I could roll my eyes and say something snarky, but I kiss him instead. We can work on his ego later; right now I’d rather work on discovering just how good this can get.