And I think he has read that on my face.
“What do you say we continue this conversation upstairs?” he says, lowering his voice as he narrows his eyes, pointing with his thumb at the ceiling. Yeah, like I said before, maybe meeting him at a hotel bar wasn’t the wisest decision. Or, then again, maybe it was. I guess it really depends on how you look at it.
“Upstairs,” I repeat after him, sliding down from my seat and straightening the front of my dress. He reaches for my hand and tangles his fingers on mine; forgetting all about the drinks we’ve just ordered, he guides me across the bar and toward the lobby.
I feel my mouth growing dry as he books a room and gets the keys from the receptionist; to balance my dry mouth, a wet mess has developed between my thighs, the fabric of my drenched thong sticking to my skin.
We head toward the elevator and, the moment the doors close on us, he grabs both my wrists and pins them against the wall, my arms over my head. “You want this, don’t you?” he whispers, leaning in and kissing my neck softly. “I want to hear you say it,” he continues, his mouth tracing curved lines over my skin.
“I do,” I finally find the strength to say, wetting my lips with the tip of my mouth. I know that with these two words I’ve opened up a door I don’t know if I’ll be able to close again.
Moving fast and grabbing both my wrists with just one hand, he takes the other one to the hemline of my dress and slides it underneath, his long fingers finding my pussy. Flattening the palm of his hand against my pussy, he presses hard on it and makes me gasp.
“Seems like it,” he whispers against my ear, feeling my wetness with his fingers. At that exact moment, the elevator doors slide open and he lets go of me fast, standing by my side as if he had never moved in the first place.
Straightening the front of my dress once more, I march out of the elevator after him and follow him toward our room, my heels clicking across the floor at an anxious tempo.
“Come in,” he invites me after pushing the door open, standing aside like a true gentleman. Exchanging a glance with him, I step inside the room and take a deep breath, mentally readying myself for what’s about to happen. Still, I know it’s a futile thing to do; I know exactly what’s going to happen, and there’s nothing I can do to prepare myself for it.
I hear the door closing behind me and, as if he has to prove my point, Dominic places both of his hands on my waist and pushes me until my back hits the wall, his body pressed tight against mine.
“I want you so fucking much, Daph,” he breathes out, and I feel his cock hardening under his pants and brushing against the inside of my thigh. His words caress my eardrums and send a shiver up my spine; and, believe it or not, I become even wetter than before. It seems that with Dominic, dehydration is a constant. Maybe I should start keeping a bottle of water inside my purse.
Tucking a lock of hair over my ear, Dominic then leans into me and rests his lips on mine; kissing me with the same eagerness a man would have when drinking from a well after a week in the desert. I kiss him back in kind, parting his lips with my tongue and then sliding it inside his mouth, both our tongues dancing around one another.
One of his hands trail down the side of my body until his fingertips are brushing over the hemline of my dress; once more, he slides his hand under my dress and his fingers make the hike up to between my thighs. Cupping my pussy, he makes me gasp once more as he presses his hand against me, electricity pooling in my muscles as desires makes me lose all control.
“Uhm, Dominic,” I moan, his name burning my tongue as I do it. He doesn’t reply with words; instead, he flicks my thong to the side and brushes his index finger up and down the length of my pussy lips, teasing me mercilessly.
“I’m right here,” he whispers, softly pressing down on my clit and then going back down to my folds. He plays me as if I were an orchestra and he the conductor, each small movement of his fingers causing a massive reaction inside my body and mind. This is the mark of a man who knows what he’s doing; there’s no need for fireworks and a big show of expertise; no, that isn’t necessary when your body is pressed against the one of a real man.
Done with his teasing motion, Dominic acts fast and parts my pussy lips, sliding his index finger all the way inside my pussy. He curls it upward, just like a hook, and only stops when his fingertips are pressed tight against my G-spot. I let out another moan, this one louder than before, my voice now heavy with anticipation and desire.
Pressing his fingertip firmly against my G-spot, he then turns his hand slightly and lets his thumb fall over my clit. At the same time, he slides one more finger inside of me and starts flicking his wrist, fingering me in such a way that a string of moans erupt in my mouth and echo through the room.