“Shh,” he soothes quietly. “Kiss me and pour all those sounds into me. Kiss me and show me how good it feels.” I do exactly as he says. My hands reach up and cradle his stubble covered face and I kiss him with hunger and passion. While our tongues are colliding, intertwining, and caressing, he pushes two fingers inside me. I moan into his mouth and he pulls my tongue between his lips, sucking on it gently. His thumb begins to circle my clit in unison with his sucking on my tongue. It’s enthralling and I feel like I’m freefalling into a place where physical pleasure pours over you non-stop, in waves of raw sensations. I never want to stop falling; I never want to be caught. His fingers move faster and my pussy gets wetter. He releases my tongue and pulls my bottom lip into his mouth, biting it just enough to bring a tinge of pain, but not so much that I don’t feel pleasure. I’m getting close to orgasm and he knows it; he reads my body as if it’s his favorite novel. He’s memorized every line, space, and quotation. Sometimes he even adds to the story with his own words and gestures. I never want this book to end.
Heat builds between my legs and, right before I feel like I’m going to tumble over the edge, he stops. I’m breathing hard as he releases my mouth. My lips are tender and my clit is throbbing in need of release.
“Not yet. When you come I want to be able to hear you.” He brings his fingers up to my lips and I open for him, my lips wrapping around them. They’re coated with my wetness. I swirl my tongue around in a circular motion and suck gently. I look up and watch him as he’s watching me. Our eyes meet and I suck a little harder. He reaches out and grasps my hand, placing it between his legs on his hardened cock.
“Do you feel what you do to me?”
I grip him and rub up and down the length of it. Even hidden beneath the fabric of his pants, his dick is something to gasp about. He lets out a quiet hiss. Slowly, he pulls his fingers out of my mouth and I lick my lips.
“I’ve never met anyone like you, Candace. You make me absolutely crazy with the most subtle gestures. You’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever had. Your mind,” he reaches up, tracing a finger from my temple down to my cheekbone, “is just as sexy as your body. It doesn’t get any better than that.”
Before I can respond, the cab slows and comes to a stop. A wide grin stretches across his face like a kid that’s just pulled up at Disney. Except it’s a hotel and he’s going to get a lot more than a fairy tale princess could give him. He pays the driver and we get out. Without hesitation, he takes my hand in his.
I like it.
A lot.
A little warning bell chimes in my head and I push it away. I like him holding my hand, not because I like feeling like a couple. My mind needs to keep quiet. The bell hop opens the door for us and he guides us to the elevators.
I’m surprised to not be checking in first. “You’ve already checked in?”
“Of course I have. There’s no way I wanted to wait to get you upstairs when we got here. Our room is ready and waiting.”
The elevators open and we step inside, hand in hand. As soon as the doors close, he has me against the wall. His lips are soft but his kiss is hard, hurried. “I want you so badly tonight. I crave you. I can’t wait to bury my face between your legs and taste how wet you get for me.” He speaks in a gravelly voice against my lips, nearly causing my knees to go weak.
“Brisban,” I sigh.
“Yes, baby? Tell me what you need.”
“More, I always need more.” He cups my breast, pinching my hardened nipple while rolling it between his thumb and finger.
“Ahh, my God. You always know how to touch me just right.” He presses his huge body against mine and I instantly feel his aroused cock against my stomach. The elevator dings and he stills. In one swift motion he wraps one arm around my waist and hoists me up by my ass onto his shoulder. I squeal in response.
My ass is in the air and my body’s draped over his shoulder. “Oh my god, what are you doing?”
“Carrying you. I’m feeling a bit possessive at the moment and, I have to say, I like having your ass in the air like this, right next to my face.” He playfully smacks my butt and I laugh.
I’m bobbing up and down with every step he takes. “You’re insane.”
“It’s all your fault. You make me crazy.” He stops in front of our room and fishes the room key from his pocket. Holding me firmly with his left arm, he slides the key in the door with his free hand. As soon as we enter the room, I hear music playing, the sound of a beautiful voice drifts through the air. He very carefully leans down and places me on the bed. My body is instantaneously hugged by the soft, smooth fabric of the duvet. As soon as my eyes adjust to the dimmed lights I realize he’s already been here tonight. There’s wine chilling on the side table and, beside it, there’s a black box with a white silk ribbon tied around it. He sees that I’ve eyed it and rounds the bed.