The kissing lasted through a quick wave goodbye to Chris and Sam, the cab ride to Hank's hotel and most of the elevator ride. Beth didn't come up for air until Hank slipped his room key into the lock, and even then her brain was mired in a lust-induced fog.
Dusk's golden light filtered in through the floor-to-ceiling window, giving the room a soft glow. After what had happened this afternoon, the hotel had given them a suite and moved all of their baggage. Slipping out of her black heels, she felt her feet sink into the plush cream carpet as she sauntered across to the windows and their view of the Spring Mountains. The thick carpet silenced Hank's footsteps, but the quivering sensation dancing along her skin alerted her to his presence a moment before his strong fingers slipped underneath her tacky Vegas hoodie. One foot nudged between hers, forcing them apart until her legs were as wide apart as her shorts allowed.
Reaching around her body, he leisurely lowered the zipper of her hoodie, then pinched both nipples.
Heat seeped into her pussy. The soft cotton came apart as the zipper traveled downward, each centimeter of exposure heightening the anticipation until she moved to yank it off.
“Stop.” His growl stopped her in mid-motion. “We have all night, let me enjoy every second of this.”
“I don't think I can wait.”
“If you can't, I'll have to tie you to the bed to teach you some patience.”
“You wouldn't.” Her clit throbbed at the idea.
Hank whipped the drapes' braided tie-back cord from its hook and pressed it against the window in front of her face. “Are you sure about that?”
Knees weakening with want, she stilled her fingers.
“Hold this.” He thrust the cord into her hand. “A reminder to take it slow.”
The rough tie-back scratched against her palm's soft skin, but any thought of it evaporated the second he spread the two sides of her hoodie wider apart. Facing the window, her breasts were exposed to the revelers ten stories below. She doubted anyone could see her, but sill the idea of an audience ratcheted up her desire.
“I can see how hard your nipples are in the reflection. Does this turn you on, Beth? Should I take your shirt all the way off?”
A shiver skittered down her spine. “Yes.”
In a flurry of movement, the yellow fabric dropped to the floor. His hands cupped her breasts. “I love your tits. God, they're perfect.”
“They're too small.”
He nipped at her shoulder. “No. They're just the right size, an ideal handful.”
Without warning, he released her and took half a step back. His calloused hands glided down her naked back, stopping just shy of the waistband of her shorts, hanging low on her hips. One firm push had her pressed against the cool glass. The contrast between the air conditioned window and his warm hands spanning her waist transformed her already stiff nipples into diamonds. She grasped the tie back as if it would keep her tethered to reality and save her from the ardor flooding her. His fingers found their way to her elastic waistband and he tugged it downward.
Slowly.
She needed more. Now.
His hazel eyes darkened until they were nearly black. “Stay.”
“Why?”
“Please, let me taste my fill.” He exhaled a harsh breath. “Not that I think that's possible.”
Beth glanced out the window and watched the lights flicker on below her, fighting a battle between the immediate gratification of a fast come and a lasting payoff of a sweaty, toe-curling, exhaustion-inducing orgasm. Then, his soft lips touched the base of her spine, knocking out any thoughts of…well…anything. Electricity shot straight up her spine and down to her core.
He slid the soft material of the shorts down her legs. Hands trailed across the outside of her thighs, Hank's mouth worked across the rise of her ass. Never mind thinking, breathing became an impossibility. She forgot about the people on The Strip below, forgot about Sarah Jane, forgot about being lonely and forgot why she'd ever fought this.
Her breath fogged up the window as she leaned her forehead against the unyielding pane, needing to feel something solid in comparison to her jellified body. He molded her butt, one full globe in each hand, squeezing and teasing. Her clit vibrated and she couldn't hold back the tortured moan from a place inside her consumed by want. Fuck it. She'd had just about enough of foreplay.
In the next heartbeat, his tongue traced a line along the underside of her buttocks and fireworks exploded through her body. Moisture flooded her pussy and she arched her back to give him more of her ass to enjoy. His fingers slipped underneath the soaked cotton center of her panties and plunged two long digits into her quaking pussy. The impact nearly brought her to her knees.
“Oh God, Hank.” A plea? A thank you? She had no idea.
He pulled out his fingers to sweep them across her clit, rotating around the tight nub before sinking back inside to press against her G-spot. His left hand snaked up her side until he tweaked her nipple, pulling it taut. The sensual assault continued until the pressure built, higher and higher, pushing her toward infinity. The orgasm undulated within her, a tight explosion with waves of pleasure rolling across her.
Collapsing against the window, Beth gasped for air as the world came back into focus. “That was amazing.” She turned to face him. “Thank you.”