Dylan
She falls back on the bed once more. Just like she did the first time we entered room 521. “Yes, that’s what I was thinking when you showed off the bed’s best features the other day,” I tell her, my voice huskier than it’s been before.
“What are the bed’s best features?”
“You on it. But ideally, undressed.”
She tugs at the hem of her skirt, her eyelashes fluttering, saying come and get it.
I offer a hand, tug her up, and unzip the dress. “Just so you know, the sound of the metal teeth separating turns me on.”
“Is that so?”
“Yes,” I say, pressing my hard-on against her hip. “Since it means you’ll be naked soon.”
She moans, and I push against her. “I wanted to take your clothes off so badly the other day,” I mutter.
“The thought might have crossed my mind,” she says, and she’s wearing this sexy grin, but she also seems more relaxed than she has before. As if she’s letting go. Giving in to us.
It’s a look she wears well.
I push the shoulder straps down her arms and watch as the dress falls to the floor, pooling in a silky blue pile on the plush carpet. She wears a matching bra and panties—light blue with a butterfly in the middle of the cups. “Did you…?”
I’m not sure if I should finish the thought. It’s too presumptuous. Did you wear this for me? Yet I know the saying—if her bra and panties match, you didn’t make the decision to have sex. She did. But this is Evie. She probably matches every day.
“Yes, I wore them for you. Do you like?”
“I fucking love them, and I love that answer, too,” I say, and my hands are on her breasts in seconds. I groan my appreciation as I cup her tits through the lace, and she gasps. I run my hands around to her back, unhooking the bra, and gently tossing it on the bed.
And then I step back, admiring the view. “Jesus. You’re so gorgeous.”
She lifts her hands to my hair. “So are you.”
I run my fingers from her breasts, to her belly, to her hips. “So unbelievably gorgeous.”
She shudders as I touch her, then bites her lip, as if she’s holding something in. I tuck a finger under her chin, lift her face to meet my eyes. “What is it?”
She angles her hips closer, pushing against my pelvis, rubbing against my hard-on. A sexy, needy sigh greets my ears. She bites her lip again.
“Just tell me, Evie. What is it?”
She nibbles on my earlobe and whispers, “I’d really like you to be inside me right now.”
I groan so fucking loudly. “That’s the hottest thing anyone’s ever said to me,” I say, and work on the buttons on my shirt as her hands expertly undo the button on my jeans.
Soon, my shirt is off, and she whistles her appreciation.
“Why, thank you,” I say playfully.
“I want to nibble you all over,” she says as she drags her nails down my pecs. “But I also really want this.”
She pushes my jeans down my hips, and I help her along, the rest of my clothes landing in a pile on the floor.
“Can I touch?”
“I was hoping you would,” I say, deadpan, and she wraps a soft hand around my cock, and my body does its best imitation of a forest fire.
Holy fuck.
Evie’s touching my dick, and it’s extraordinary. This woman I never thought I’d fall for has her hands on my second-favorite organ, with the brain always getting top billing.
“Too bad you’re still wearing these pesky panties. But fortunately, I can solve that.”
I tug them down, and when they’re off I want to sing hallelujah. She’s so pretty everywhere. Every inch of her body. Her soft, pale skin. Her small, perky breasts. Her trim waist, and this sexy blond landing strip I’d like to spend time getting to know tonight.
I bend to my jeans to grab a condom from my wallet. Then I toss it on the bed, and lower her to the covers. “I promise I’ll be inside you in like ten seconds, but I need to do one thing first.”
“What’s that?” she whispers.
I take off my glasses, and set them on the nightstand. “That. And now this.” I return to her, spread her legs, and my mouth fucking waters. Jesus. She’s glistening. I bring my face between her thighs, and I lick.
She arches into me instantly, as she gasps, “Oh God.”
I moan as I lick her, and her wetness spreads all over my tongue, my lips, my chin.
“But I want you inside me,” she mutters as her fingers thread through my hair, and she tugs me closer, then rocks up against me.
And it doesn’t take long.
Not long at all.
Thirty seconds, maybe a minute, and Evie is moaning my name over and over. She curls her hands tighter around my head, and digs her nails in. I swear they’re clawing into my skull, and I love it. I love this wild, greedy, needy side of her.
She lets her knees fall open more, and she’s spread for me on the hotel bed. Wide open and wanton, her back bowed, her hips bucking, until she cries out, “Oh my God.”
And that’s all she says. The rest is noise—noises that make me ache for her. Moans and groans and incoherent sounds as she comes on my mouth, a delicious feast of sensual woman.
I move up, wiping a hand across my mouth, and grab the condom. She’s still sighing in pleasure as I open the wrapper and roll the condom down my hard length.
Her eyes flutter open. “Hi.”
“Hey.”
“That was fast.”
“I’ll take that as a good sign.” I position myself between her legs and sink inside her, her wetness gripping me as I groan, sparks flying across my body. Because…this. Her. “Feels so good.”
“So incredibly good,” she says, meeting my gaze. The look in her eyes reminds me I’m going to want to do this for a long time, for many nights, because this woman… She’s the one I want.