He holds my neck in one hand and squeezes my ass in the other. We pull each other closer. The elevator bell dings again.
Our eyes pop open and we laugh as the doors start to close. We haven’t even stepped out of the car.
He slams his hand against the side of one door. They reverse, sliding open again.
We’re laughing and shaking as he pulls me up to his face, nose to nose. “Would you like to go down to the lobby again?”
“I loved the ride, and I’m getting fond of being in the car. But let’s explore our nighttime accommodation.”
His eyebrow lifts. “Our den of sin?”
I trace his collar. Plant a soft kiss on his neck and grind my pussy against his thigh. “Our suite of depravity, I’m hoping.”
We step into the room, clinging together, moving like a four-legged creature. And he says he doesn’t dance. My perfect Romeo. I hope we’ll have the time to fix that. I wonder how long I can keep up the deception, how long I can keep him from knowing who I really am.
Now will have to be enough time. No past, no future. This moment, these hours are probably all that we’ll have. I pull myself into the present. Block out the rest. Throw a tarp over my family’s evil reputation and bloody deeds. Forget yesterday and tomorrow. Enjoy this time with my Romeo.
My voice skips as I ask him, “The whipped cream…?”
“It’s optional.” He shrugs with a trace of a grin. “But I really would like to eat it. Off you.” He has a look in his eye like he wants to eat me, too. And I wouldn’t mind a bit.
He pulls up my shirt, tosses it aside. I slide my hands over the front of his body. Scrape my nails down to where his pants stretch out in front. Holding him, tracing the impossible length and shape of him, my fingers tremble. All my nerves buzz with excitement.
His eyes hold me and I feel him exploring me inside and out.
I keep the memory of those eyes by the pool as far to the back of my mind as I can. I know nothing would splash cold water over the moment as fast as me talking about another man, but until now, that was the biggest moment in my life.
Stroking his cock, I know this is the biggest moment. I’m ready to stop thinking and let go. Tip back my head, stretch my back. Give myself over to whatever plans and desires he has. I have enough ideas of my own, and I know that his plans and mine are going to fit together like a hand in a tight velvet glove.
To bring myself here completely, I look in his eyes and then concentrate on his cock. My eyes go wide, my jaw drops.
I gasp. “Oh, my God.” My breath shudders as I wrap my hand around him through his clothes. “You’re fucking huge!”
Chapter Five
Peter
I’m pumped, ready to burst. Fired up to full pressure, like a steam train with all the brakes on hard. All the strength and discipline I have feels like it won’t be enough to hold me back. My body is ready to race, pent up and eager to surge.
If I let myself go, I’ll wreck her. Destroy her. I’ve watched her for so long now, and I’ve thought about her all the time I wasn’t watching her. My pulse thumps. Her hands are greedy, grasping and squeezing my cock.
As we kiss, she rubs me. Hard. I feel trembles in her arms and her shoulders.
I kiss and stroke her neck, and I pull back to watch her eyes as I unbutton her shirt. She wants this. I can tell by the hungry spark in her face, the sharp need in her breath as things heat up.
Her mouth drops open. Her eyes plead. She wants this as much as I do.
As I take hold of her breast, she moans. As I unfasten the front hook of her bra, I’m pulsing with need. Her tits spill out for me. Soft, full, virgin breasts made to knead and suck. Nipples ready to harden between my lips. Thickening for my teeth to graze.
In her clothes, even simple jeans and a tee-shirt, she looked to be in beautiful shape. She stirred me, even from a distance. But out of her shirt, she’s perfect. Her breasts are heavy enough to have a thrilling bounce, round and firm enough to be heaven to hold.
She’s frantic to undo the buttons on my shirt. Nibbling on my ear, she makes little moans as her hands explore my skin. After she tugs my shirt out of my pants, she gasps and her hands flatten on my abs.
“That ‘v,’ it’s…” Her eyes roll and her fingers slip down beneath my waistband. “Oh. My. God.” She slides her fingertips down my flesh, inside my shorts, tripping down the front of my pelvis.