My tongue dove between her folds, dipped deep into her center. Sloane’s cries grew louder, more out of control. I gripped her hips and yanked her higher, giving me greater access to tongue-fuck her as deep as I could. The look of euphoria on her face tattooed itself on my soul—once, twice, three times, a hundred times. I was going to wrench orgasm after orgasm from this siren, bring her so much fucking pleasure she’d forget this case, forget her past, forget her loneliness and her disappointments.
Ecstasy was all that mattered, and I was more than willing to stay here on my knees until she demanded otherwise. I was dimly aware of the sounds I was making against her pussy, of my fingers bruising her hips. Time and reality held not a scrap of meaning to me. I replaced my tongue with my fingers—one, two. I worked a third finger into her tight cunt, and her hands slapped my shoulders, pulled my hair. I allowed myself thirty seconds to lift my head and watch her, to press my face to her soft, supple thighs and bite her skin, marking her.
“I am going to fuck you into goddamn oblivion,” I growled. “But not before you come on my mouth.”
Sloane sat up on her elbows, chest flushed, fucking my hand. I reached forward, gripped her neck, and yanked her face against mine. She kissed me so hard I couldn’t breathe, didn’t need to breathe. Her fingers scratched at my chest as I finger-fucked her faster. Faster. Her kisses grew ragged, whimper-filled.
“It never feels like this, Abe,” she whispered. “Abe, Abe, it never, I’ve never, what if I can’t?”
I kissed her throat as she tilted her head all the way back, the ends of her hair brushing the bed. “Can’t what, beautiful?” I murmured. “Can’t come?”
“No,” she wailed. “No, I’m so… god, I’m so… it’s too much…”
I dipped my head. Sucked her nipple between my lips. She shrieked, starting to tighten, tighten, clench around my hand.
“Can’t let go for you,” she panted.
My tongue dragged back up her throat. My mouth landed back on her lips. I kissed away her fears, kissed away her nerves, kissed Sloane until she understood I knew exactly how she felt. My fingers were slick with her arousal, she was so close. So close. I gripped the back of her neck and forced her to look at me.
“I am not going anywhere,” I promised. Relief flooded her features. I waited until trust returned to her eyes before placing my palm in the middle of her chest and forcing her back down to the bed. I concentrated all my energy on licking her clit with skill and dedication as I kept half my hand fucking her, sliding against her G-spot, opening her to pleasure, to sensation, to me.
Her legs wrapped around my head; her hands stayed attached to my shoulders. Her hips thrust up, up, up against my tongue until I gave her the pressure that she needed.
Her orgasm was a beautiful free-fall of total elation. Her hips shot straight up, and I held her still, cradled the lower half of her body and sucked her clit hard, and then soft, until her screams became cries and her cries became moans. Until she could only whisper Abe, Abe, Abe.
I couldn’t wait a second longer.
I stood, removed my remaining clothing until I was completely naked in front of her for the first time. She climbed my body, throwing her arms around my neck as I dipped, scooped her up, legs around my waist.
When we kissed, I tasted like the most secret and alluring parts of her; when we kissed, I shared those parts with her, sliding our tongues together. The second she pulled back, breathing hard, I scraped my teeth at her jaw.
“Sloane,” I said, voice rough. “What will make you comfortable? I have condoms, in my suitcase. I have —”
“When was the last time you were tested?” she asked.
“After the last woman I had sex with a year ago. I haven’t been with anyone since,” I admitted. Holding a hot, pliable, warm woman against my body threw my cold and lonely nights into stark relief. Only I hadn’t felt lonely. Alone, sure, but not lonely. Sloane was the missing piece, tumbling into my life and making me yearn for a future I’d never once considered.
“It’s the same for me,” she said. “I have an IUD. I’m clean.”
My chest heaved at the thought of fucking her without a single barrier between us. Her mouth hovered over mine, hands gripping my face as my arms held her close.
“Please, Abe,” she begged. “Yes, please, now. I need you.”
I didn’t need to be begged twice by the most beautiful woman in the world. I hoisted her higher on my waist and walked us back into the dresser, depositing her on the end. I shoved bags and clothing to the ground. Knocked down a lamp that clattered loudly, the light going out. My hips hit the dresser, ramming it against the wall, as I dragged her knees high along my body.
One hand spanned the wall, my other hand gripping her waist. I watched as she wrapped her gorgeous fingers around my cock. Held my gaze with her sultry one as she jerked me slowly. Too slowly. My snarl sent heat to her cheeks, sent her teeth sinking into my chest. She stopped teasing. Pressed our mouths together in a breathless kiss. Placed the head of my cock to her entrance.
I fucked into her with a single, confident thrust and experienced my second dose of true, mind-altering intoxication.
“I’m still here,” I whispered against her lips. She felt so fucking good. “And I’m not going anywhere.” I slid all the way out, slammed back in.
“Oh my god, don’t you dare fucking stop,” Sloane cried—which sent the final semblance of my restraint hurtling into the atmosphere. She clung to my neck as I gripped her hips and plunged recklessly into her pussy, thrusting in a steady rhythm that was no less brutal.
She was on me like a wild cat, all teeth and nails, as she called my name out. I stopped being aware of anything other than the sight of my cock sliding into her pussy, the sounds we made, how slick and hot she felt, how tightly she squeezed me. It was far too easy to spin her around, so we faced the mirror over the dresser together. I gathered her heavy hair between my fingers and tugged until my lips could land at her ear. Our eyes, in the mirror, met, burned with fever, burned with the understanding that it was all different now. Like she had predicted—there was no going back.
I fucked her from behind, against the dresser, kept my mouth at her ear and our eyes locked.
“The next time you want to be ravaged, Sloane, you say the word,” I growled. “If you want to be fucked until you can’t stand, I’m more than happy to oblige. Because whatever spell you’ve cast over me, I’m still yours, and I’m still here, and making you come just became my new fucking hobby.”
I buried my face in the nape of her neck, kissed her there, the crook of her shoulder, the space between her shoulder blades, worshiped all the vulnerability she hid back here. Sloane, for her part, met me thrust for thrust with a look of total bliss on her face. My lips stayed on her neck, my groans of pleasure growing more ragged, out of my control. With a sharp bite on her throat, I pushed her down, increased the speed of my motions, noted I’d probably have to pay the hotel for damage to the wall. All I could see was her ass, shaking with my thrusts. The magnificent curve of her spine and the feel of her hair in my fingers. Her face, a mask of pure ecstasy, her irresistible smile, the way “please, Abe, please, Abe” had become a mantra, spilling from her mouth.