Chapter 7

Linny

I’m only wearing my panties now.

The hideous tulle skirt is behind him on the floor. He slid it off me with care even though I was squirming in anticipation the entire time.

I wanted his eyes on me, his hands, his lips; all of him.

His gaze is pinned to the front of my white lace panties.

“Take them off, angel.”

I’ve never stripped naked in front of a man before.

In the past, whenever I’ve known that sex was about to happen, I’ve crawled into bed under the shadow of darkness.

“Why don’t you take off your…” My words trail when his hands land on the waistband of his boxer briefs. He slips them down to his knees and then further, kicking them aside.

I stare at him, all of him.

“Your turn.” He grabs his thick cock, stroking himself while I watch each leisurely movement.

My gaze finds his and my breath catches. I glide my hands down my body until I feel the edge of the lace.

I lower my panties slowly with his eyes following each movement I make. It feels intimate in a way that makes my heart skip a beat.

A groan escapes him when the lace skims my thighs and I push the panties off, stepping out of them carefully before I brush them aside with a sweep of my foot.

“You’re wet.” The deep timbre of his voice makes me ache. “Show me how wet you are.”

I’m so wet that you can fuck me right here, right now.

I don’t say the words, even though I want to scream them at him.

His gaze scans my body. “I know you’re slick. I want to see. Touch yourself and show me.”

“Touch me,” I whisper the only two words I can manage.

His eyes focus on my mouth before they dart to my pussy. “Show me, angel. Do it now.”

I do. I drop my hand and run my fingertips over my aching cleft stopping to rub my clit.

“Don’t.” His hand is on my wrist halting my fingers in place. “Save that for tomorrow when you’re thinking about me fucking you.”

He raises my hand to his mouth and brushes his tongue against my fingertips. Electricity radiates through me.

“You taste as sweet as I imagined.” His voice is low and measured.

He leans forward to press a soft kiss to my lips, his hand wrapping around the back of my neck.

“I want to take my time, and I will, but right now I need to be inside you.” His hand drops to my pussy as he glides two thick fingers over my folds.

I cry out when he pushes them inside of me. It’s a burst of pain wrapped in pleasure.

“You’re going to make me come so hard,” he says in a whisper.
His words are only urging me closer to the edge. I could orgasm just from listening to this man talk about wanting to fuck me.

I whimper when he slides his fingers out. “West.”

He holds my hands in his and starts walking backward. “You’re so fucking gorgeous. I can’t take my eyes off of you.”

I don’t want him to.

I want to sear into my memory the way he’s looking at me right now.

As we reach an open doorway, he skims the wall inside with his hand. A tall lamp comes on in the corner, filling the bedroom with warm, muted light.

I hesitate. I’ve never made love with the lights on.

“Don’t be shy.” His tone is soft. “You’re a stunning woman with the sexiest body I’ve ever seen.”

I bite back a smile. Tonight isn’t about calling this stranger out on whether he’s whispering words that are grounded in truth or not. I came to his hotel suite for an experience I know I’ll never forget.

I step inside the doorway. His hand drops mine and he starts across the room. One word leaves his lips. “Condom.”

It’s a simple word; a necessary word, but it’s laced with the promise of what’s about to happen.

He tugs a foil packet from the pocket of a pair of pants that are draped over the back of a chair. He rips it open, letting the wrapper fall to the carpeted floor before he sheathes himself with ease.

“Come, angel.”

I cross the room to where he is, my body shaking in anticipation.

His lips brush against mine in a fevered kiss as he pulls me onto the bed.

“Jesus,” he hisses out when I reach down to wrap my hand around his cock. “Something tells me I’m going to remember this night forever.”

Before I can think, he’s on top of me, his large frame hovering over me.

I stare into his eyes. “I’ll remember it too.”

“You’re fucking right you will,” he says hoarsely. “This is just the beginning. You’re mine until the sun comes up.”

He eases into me slowly, taking his time.

My hips buck in a need to feel more. There are a million things I want to say, but nothing falls from my lips but a breathy moan.

He moves slowly, giving me time to adjust to his size. When I slide my hands down his back, he groans loudly.

His eyes lock on mine and as much as I want to close my eyes to hide what I’m feeling I don’t.

I stare at him as he ups the pace and pumps into me with even, steady strokes.

I’ve never felt this full. It’s never been so good. I race closer to the edge, letting out a low moan.

“Ah, fuck, that sound,” he growls into the flesh of my neck before his teeth find my shoulder.

He bites my skin and I’m lost to it all.

Each thrust is harder. Every groan he makes is more intense. My pussy tightens as I near the edge. I try to open my mouth to say something, anything but only my breath escapes as I come.

His release follows with a carnal moan from deep within him that pushes me straight into another climax.