But I do hear it, and it makes me even hotter, harder.
“That’s not good. One of us should be in their right mind.” She leans in, granting me a heart-stopping view down the deep V at the front of her dress. “Is there anything I can do to help you get grounded? You really should be thinking logically before we go upstairs.”
“I should,” I murmur. “But all I can think about is getting my mouth all over you.”
Her tongue slips out, sweeping across her bottom lip. “God, I want that. So much. Your mouth and your hands and—”
Her words end in a moan as I cut her off with a kiss. My lips slant across hers, and my tongue sweeps into her mouth, tasting gin and lime and this woman. She’s sweet and tart, like ripe summer grapefruit and sea salt licked from sun-warmed skin.
The moment her tongue circles mine, I know we’re not going to make it to dinner.
And then she whispers, “I know it’s crazy, but I swear I want you inside me more than I’ve ever wanted anything,” and I’m in motion.
I vaguely remember tossing two twenties on the bar and taking Colette’s hand, but I don’t fully catch up with myself until I’m tugging the hotel key from my pocket in front of our door on the seventh floor.
Gripping the handle tight, I glance down at her, knowing it’s our last chance to stop this before it’s too late. “I have condoms in my bag in the bathroom. I can get one as soon as we go in. We don’t have to decide right now if we aren’t ready.”
Colette steps inside, pulling me through after her. As the heavy door snicks shut, she guides my hand through the slit in her dress, between her warm thighs, and then higher.
My fingers touch the soaked fabric between her legs, and my head threatens to explode.
“I’m ready.”
I pull her panties to one side, clearing the way for my hand to explore her slick heat. I groan as my middle finger pushes inside her, gliding deep into where she’s so hot and tight, my jaw clenching as her fingers fist in my shirt and a turned-on sound escapes from the back of her throat.
“I don’t want a condom,” she says, her breath hot against my neck. “I just want you, but you have to decide if—” She breaks off with a soft cry as I add a second finger, fucking her with my hand as she tightens her grip on my neck.
“God, I want to touch you,” she says. “Can I touch you?”
“Yes. Fuck, please, touch me.”
She reaches for my zipper, dragging it down and taking my aching length into her hand, and time skips again.
This time, I catch up with my body as we’re tumbling onto the bed. Colette’s dress has vanished, and her breasts are in my hands as she stretches out on top of me. I guide her nipple to my mouth and suck the tight flesh, teasing her with my tongue as I explore her body with my hands. She’s even more beautiful than I imagined she’d be, but it’s the way she feels that’s driving me out of my mind.
She’s just so fucking perfect. Her ass in my hands and her stomach trembling against mine and her breath hot on my lips as I roll us over and kiss my way down her ribs—every moment feels so good, so right.
“Please,” she breathes, her hands tangling in my hair. “Please. Inside me. Please. I don’t want your mouth, Zack, I want—”
She breaks off with a cry as I tug her legs apart and drag my tongue up the seam of her, the salty taste of her pussy flooding my mouth as I find her clit.
“You taste so good,” I murmur against her skin as she moans low in her throat. “I’ve been dying to make you come like this.” I reach up, rolling her nipple with one hand as I catch her jaw in my fingers. I rub my thumb across her bottom lip, groaning against her swollen flesh as she sucks it inside her mouth. Her hips buck into my tongue, and I give her what she’s asking for, kissing her harder, deeper until my mouth is grinding against her core, and she’s making the sexiest about-to-come sounds I’ve ever heard.
I’m so hard my cock is in sex purgatory, wondering what the hell he did to deserve this kind of suffering, but I’m not about to stop eating her pussy until I feel her…
Hear her…
Taste her…
She cries out, her heels digging into the mattress as her hips lift into my mouth. A beat later, her thighs begin to shake, and a rush of heat floods across my tongue. I grab her ass in both hands and pull her tighter against me, devouring her as she comes with her fingers tangled in my hair, begging, “Please, inside me. Now, Zack, please. Please…”
Her words end in a sob, and I know it’s time to end the suffering—hers and mine.
Surging over her, I capture her mouth, kissing her with her salty-sweet taste still on my tongue as I guide my cock to her entrance. She’s tight, but so wet I sink into her without a hint of resistance, gliding deep until I’m buried in her molten sweetness and wondering if it’s possible to die from pleasure.
“You feel so good,” I murmur against her lips, my hand shaking as I brush her hair from her forehead. “So fucking good.”
“Yes.” She sighs, wrapping her legs around my hips.
I want to move, to ride her, take her more than I’ve ever wanted anything, but I’m so turned on I’m afraid I’m going to embarrass myself.
I knew bare would be different than with a condom, but I had no idea it would be like this.
That every sensation would be so intense, that I would feel so much closer to her than I expected. That I would want to say things you don’t say to a new lover. Things like—You’re the most perfect thing that’s ever happened to my body. You feel so right under me. I want to be inside you as much as possible for the rest of my life. God, baby, let’s never stop fucking.
It’s too soon for all of that, and it’s way too soon for me to come.
Clenching my jaw, I force myself to stay still. I draw in long breaths as she wiggles beneath me, taking me deeper, making holding on even harder. “Just a second,” I say, my voice tight as I grip her hip gently in my hand. “I need a second. I’m too close.”
“I’m close, too,” she says, rolling her hips, making my breath catch as the hot folds of her pussy clench and release around me. “And I’m dying to feel you come. I swear, it makes me so hot I can hardly stand it. I want to feel you come inside me so much, so much,” she says, her hips rocking until I can’t resist the urge to thrust inside her, pumping deep and slow, matching her rhythm as her lips part and her breath comes faster. “God, yes,” she whispers, holding my gaze as we move. “Just like that. Yes, it’s so good. So perfect.”
“So perfect,” I echo, mesmerized by her eyes, by the vulnerable expression on her face, by her absolute fearlessness as she reaches the edge and tumbles over without breaking our connection.
She keeps her eyes locked on mine as her features twist and her body tightens around me, and I know I’m a goner. “God, Colette,” I grit out as I get closer…
Closer…
Until I’m so fucking close…
Oh God, right there, right now.
For a split second, I consider pulling out and coming on her belly, but something primal inside me cries out against it. I don’t want to come anywhere but buried deep in her pussy, so I do. I thrust forward one final time and fall apart with a cry, my balls pulsing and my cock jerking deep inside her. I come and come, the orgasm unspooling like an endless thread as I lay every piece of me at her feet, and she wraps her arms around me and holds me tight.