OUR DRIVER OPENS THE DOOR. Connor holds out his arm, indicating for me to enter first, but I need a quick word with the driver. I pause for a moment, looking at the driver and trying to avoid eye contact with Connor. I can’t ask him to take the scenic route, he’d know the reason why. He nods his head with a smile as I enter the car and slide across the seat. I’m sure the driver knows what I’m thinking. I adjust my dress as Connor takes the seat beside me and the door closes.
The privacy glass separating us from the driver goes up.
Now our journey is about to be fun.
Connor inches his body closer to mine. I breathe him in; the scent of him instantly relaxes me as it has done these last few weeks. He takes my hand in his. “Are you okay?” he asks, and I know he’s still referring to Katherine.
“I’m more than okay. I’m here with you,” I say with a smile. “And we have all the time in the world.”
He looks out of the window. “And what do you plan on doing with all this time we have?”
“Enjoying you. Forgetting about that mad woman I met tonight.” Because that’s what she is.
He reaches out and pulls me onto his lap. “Well, let’s not waste it.” His mouth is on mine and he’s kissing me fiercely. I do what I’ve wanted to do since we were in my living room at the start of our evening; I run my hands through his dark hair and kiss him back, giving myself freely to the deep passion of his kiss. There’s something different about this kiss, something demanding. He’s taking control and I’m happy to let him, for the time being.
With his hands sliding over the skin on my back, I moan. Our kiss isn’t soft and gentle, it’s deep and punishing, but most of all it feels needy and I can’t make up my mind which of us needs it more. His grip tightens around me and he pulls me closer. I moan, this time louder than before as I feel his erection straining against my hip.
It’s time to change position. He’s had his small bit of control.
I tear my lips from his and he moans. I straddle him, my dress riding up my thighs. He sits before me, his eyes surveying the current situation until he smiles.
With my knees on either side of his hips and him sitting there looking as though he’s just received an Oscar, I wrap my arms around his shoulder and return to kissing him. This time, I’m the one in control as I deepen the kiss. My tongue delves into his mouth, colliding with his.
Connor grabs my waist and pushes me back away from him. I frown; his eyes are narrowed and he glances around. “Ella, what are you doing to me?” he asks breathlessly.
I release my hold of him and run my hands down his chest, watching as his chest rises and falls with every breath he takes. I allow my hands to wander a little lower, tracing the fine muscles in his abdomen. He closes his eyes for a brief moment then gulps. “Me? Turning you on.” I lean forward and whisper the words against his lips.
“Are you sure this is what you want? Here and now.”
“Yes. I want you, here and now.”
His eyes dart to the windows and I know what he’s thinking, but no-one outside can see or hear us through the dark glass windows. I look out. At this time, London night life is just coming alive. Night time revellers all looking to party, and then there are those who have been out earlier in the evening, some maybe heading home. I don’t think I’ve ever seen the streets of London deserted.
“I need you, Connor,” I say breathlessly, rocking my hips against him, stroking myself against the hard length of his erection. His hissed breath through gritted teeth tells me I’m a woman who is getting exactly what she wants. “I want you.”
He releases his grip on my waist and cups my face, his lips pressing hard against mine. With space still between our bodies, I lower my hands, undoing his belt and the button on his trousers and lower the zip and then his boxers. I take him in my hand and squeeze gently. He groans, the sound so damn erotic. I fist both hands around him and slide them up and down his length from root to tip.
His mouth falls away from mine and I take the opportunity to watch him as his body quivers beneath me with his eyes closed.
What a sight.
My eyes close as he reaches one hand under my dress and pushes the lace material of my thong to the side. I continue to stroke his length when I feel his fingers sliding deep inside me. He bites on his lower lip as I clench around him.
I’m desperate for more.
I reluctantly let him go and he moans. I’m not the only one missing that. Placing my hands on his shoulders to steady myself, I rise to my knees, giving myself space to hover over him. His erection brushes between my legs and I whimper. My body aches all over with need and want. I grip tighter on his shoulders to steady myself and he chuckles lightly against my ear before nibbling at my earlobe.
I drop my head to the side and he kisses my neck. Warmth floods through my veins and I can’t deny the pulsing knot that has formed in my stomach. The ache between my legs grows stronger with each passing heartbeat.
I can’t wait any longer. The heavy scent of our lust fills the air around us and has awakened every sense I possess.
“God, Ella.” He gasps as I lower myself onto him, and his hands take a grip of my waist. Neither of us move; I’m enjoying the feel of him deep inside me.
With our eyes level and on the other, the urge to close mine is overwhelming. I wanted this intimacy. I’m the one who wanted to be in control, but as I look into the depths of his eyes, I know I’m not the one in control.
He pulls my body down harder on him, pushing himself a little deeper. I inhale deeply as my body clenches harder around him. “You’re so perfect.”
A brief shiver ripples through me. With our eyes still focused on the other, we start to move slowly. I want to feel every last inch of him. Our hearts beat in time with the other’s. I don’t see or feel him moving one hand until I feel the palm flat against my lower stomach. Everything in my core tightens when his fingers touch my clit. He teases me with expert circles, massaging me slowly.
Heavenly.
I’m fighting the heaviness in my eyes, fighting to keep them open, not wanting the connection that we’re sharing to be broken, not even for a second.
Sweat beads lace his skin. He arches his neck back, head firmly against the back of the seat, yet his eyes still remain on me. “Oh God,” he bites out, his teeth grinding as I slide up and down his length. “You’re incredible.”
He’s deeper and my body is adjusting to the intrusion. Pulsing around him, I’m on the verge of an orgasm. But I want to hold back and wait for him. Tonight wasn’t meant for me to be selfish. It was about me showing him that I want him; only him.
Leaning toward him, I slide my tongue along his lower lip, at the same time lifting myself slowly from him. A tight grip on my hips pulls my body back onto him and I grab his mouth in a needy hurry as I grind against him. Kissing him hard as I rock my hips, my eyes close.
“No you don’t,” he says, pulling his lips from mine. I open my eyes and our connection is restored. I focus on him and on the driving urge building within me.
Connor commands the rhythm as he pulls my hips up and down. My need builds and there’s no way to stop it or slow it down.
He watches me fall apart, holding my gaze. There’s something erotic about him watching me grind and moan against him as I ride out my orgasm.
“Fuck . . .” he growls, thrusting his hips harder against me. I feel him tremble deep within and I watch, needing to see the moment he’s pushed. His eyes darken and almost close but he regains control quickly and his eyes stay focused.
“Ella!” He cries my name as I feel him reach his own climax. His body shakes as his orgasm takes hold.
I remove my hands from his shoulders. Cupping his face, I brush my lips across his. He wraps his arms around my back, crushing my body to his. He kisses me softly. My emotions are running in all directions.
“That was incredible,” he breathes against me, still looking me in the eyes. The way he’s looking at me has my chest hurting. His eyes are warm and tender. “You, Ella McGregor, are full of surprises.”
“I am. Our night isn’t over. We still have a very inviting bed in our suite.”
“We do, and I know I’ll never get enough of you.” I lift myself from him, sort my clothes, and sit back in the chair beside him. He wraps his arm around me and I snuggle in close to him, enjoying the comfort his body provides me with.
Who needs to go to the after party when we can have our own private party for two?