Mouth turning dry and butterflies filling her stomach, Dakota watched as Wes slowly knelt down in front of her, his fingers finding the edge of her floor-length dress. The fabric rustled softly as his hands slid beneath it, slowly moving up her legs.

“Is this helpful?” Wes asked, looking up at her.

“Very,” she nodded, resting her elbows on the counter behind her.

Her dress lifted up as Wes’ hands slid higher and higher, until his fingers were massaging her inner thighs and making her core clench together. His thumbs almost grazed her pussy as his fingers dug into her skin, making a soft sigh escape her lips.

“Maybe we should leave the dress on, after all,” he remarked, pushing the extra fabric aside and planting a trail of kisses leading up her thigh. “You’ve barely had it on. And we had to leave the party in a hurry,” he murmured against her skin.

Dakota was at the point where she would agree with pretty much everything he said, as long as he didn’t stop touching her.

“And we didn’t even get to finish our dance,” she replied, her voice breathy.

“That was a shame,” Wes agreed, pushing her dress up even more, until the whole skirt was bunched around her waist and flowing onto the counter behind her. “Let me make it up to you.”

Dakota gasped when his fingers brushed over her panties with soft, teasing touches. He avoided her clit at first, ramping up the tension inside her and making her writhe against the counter. When he gripped her hip with one firm hand, she stilled.

His other hand gently spread her thighs apart, his fingers pressed against her slit as his thumb started rubbing circles against her clit. The touch was delicate at first, as Wes built up the pressure until her pussy ached for more.

Liquid heat pooled in the pit of her stomach, as she had to admit the effect Wes had on her was incomparable. One look, one touch, one damn word was all it took for her to be putty in his hands.

That was a lot of power for one man to have over her. Yet it didn’t bother her. More than ever, she wanted to go with her gut, and her gut told her she shouldn’t fear giving herself over to him.

Wes only took his hands off her to pull down her panties, tossing them aside as soon as she had stepped out of them. Dakota’s knees buckled as he started kissing around her pussy, while his hands slid around to hold on to her ass.

His tongue snaked out, spreading her pussy apart in long, scorching licks that made Dakota moan out loud. It was as if he knew exactly which buttons to press with her, to the point where her body was screaming out to him for more.

She couldn’t help but buck her hips against his face, her hands moving to tangle in his hair. Everything inside her throbbed as he continued to lavish attention on her clit, alternating between his fingers and his tongue.

Lust bubbled up inside her as her thighs clamped around Wes, her hips now grinding along to his movements. It wouldn’t be long until she couldn’t take it anymore, until he pushed her over the edge.

But before that could happen, Wes suddenly pulled away, getting to his feet and whirling her around. Dakota’s hands were now splayed on the bathroom counter, her hips pressed against its edge and her bare ass up in the air.

Behind her, she could hear Wes unbuckling his belt, and the sound made a shiver run up her spine. Was it possible to want someone more than she wanted him at that moment? She wasn’t sure, but it seemed unlikely.

Wes’ growl filled the small room as his body pushed up against her, his hard cock pressing against her wet slit. Dakota leaned forward on the counter and spread her legs for him, backing her hips up against his.

“Fuck,” Wes groaned, grabbing onto her waist. “You’re driving me insane.”

“That’s only fair,” she sighed in response, as the head of his cock slowly pushed inside of her.

The marble countertop was smooth and cool against her bare arms, and she rested her cheek against it, trying to anchor herself to reality as everything solid started to slip away, pushed aside by their shared passion.

Sweat broke out on her lower back as Wes sank deeper inside her, until he was buried to the hilt. Dakota gasped in a breath, adjusting to his size. The mix of pain and pleasure felt familiar, yet brand new as he started to move, teasing her with long, deep strokes.

Dakota struggled to hold on to something, but her hands went sliding on the marble, her nipples rubbing against the hard surface. Pushing herself up on her tiptoes, she rolled her hips in rhythm with Wes’ thrusts, moaning each time his cock buried deep inside her, hitting just the right spot.

Wes’ hold on her hips tightened, his control fraying, which was just what Dakota wanted. He wanted for the both of them to let go, to be as wild as they wanted. Sure, the walls of the hotel were pretty thin, and her moans and his grunts were getting louder and louder, but she couldn’t bring herself to care about that for even a second.

All she cared about was Wes’ cock spreading her thin and filling her up, until all she could do was whimper under the barrage of sensations ripping through her body. Coiled tight inside her was a ball of electricity, and all she could think about was unleashing it and letting it flood her every cell.

Wes picked up the pace, slamming into her relentlessly as her ass bounced against his hips. This time, Dakota didn’t try to hold back the screams tearing out of her throat as he fucked her until she couldn’t even think straight.

Lights startled sparkling inside her eyelids as Wes pushed and pulled her body, impaling her on his cock. When his hand slid up her spine, gathering up her wild hair and gently tugging at it as his other hand pressed down on her lower back, something inside her broke into a thousand shards, spreading an unbelievable release all throughout her body. Her limbs jerked, only a choked sound making it past her throat, as she was pushed over that edge into frantic bliss.

Wes’ cock still worked her pussy, rocking her with aftershocks. His growl sounded more like a snarl now, and she smiled to herself, even as her knees buckled. Grabbing her around the waist, he held her steady on her feet as he pulled out, shooting his hot seed over her ass.

Overwhelmed, Dakota let herself go limp, sure that he would not let her fall. He didn’t, his hands firm around her as he slowly turned her around, pulling her against his chest. She let her head fall against him, listening to his heartbeat. A warm daze settled all around her, all the adrenaline from the fundraiser and then her conversation with Wes fading away, replaced with a profound sense of contentment.

Wes gathered her up, hooking his arm beneath her knees and carrying her back into the bedroom.

“That was better than a dance,” she grinned, as Wes set her down on the bed and settled in beside her.

“And you don’t even need an orchestra or anything,” he replied, pulling her in for a tender kiss.

And for the first time in a long time, Dakota considered that maybe she could have it all – that she could take over her father’s mantle and be good at it, and have a man that drove her absolutely crazy by her side while she did it.

Now is that really too much to ask for?