“Is everything okay?” I asked against my better judgment.
She nodded slowly. “I just… Why are you being so nice to me?”
I picked up a glass of wine that had been waiting on the table for me and took a sip. The bitterness of the wine coated my tongue. It wasn’t a very good year, in my opinion, but I forced myself to swallow. “I enjoy your company,” I said. It wasn’t a lie, either. “You’re fun. And I’m in town for the next couple of days for my friend’s wedding. I figured while I was here, I could experience new things in a new country. And I kind of like taking you on the ride with me.”
Hannah’s smile slowly returned, much to my relief. She raised her own glass of wine. “Well, then. Here’s to new experiences.”
5
Hannah
It was stupid how crazy good of a kisser William was.
After we finished up our dinner by the lake –which, by the way, totally the most romantic thing anyone had ever done for me in my entire life– William made a quick call to his driver. Within a couple of minutes, the same limousine that picked us up at the hotel and dropped us off at the helicopter pad arrived to take us back. There was an electric silence blanketing us as we rode in the back of the limo. I would catch him looking at me only for him to quickly glance away, like some shy boy with a crush. A part of me wondered if I put my hair up in pigtails that William would tug on them to show that he liked me.
But that didn’t end up being necessary. When we arrived back at the hotel, William took my hand and led me straight to the elevator and took me all the way up to the penthouse executive suite. Luckily, Cathy must have been on break, so I was spared the invasive grilling of questions for the time being.
The second the doors to the suite closed behind us, William spun us around and captured my lips with his own, pinning me against the door with his weight. I breathed deeply, admiring his rich cologne and the scent of his expensive shampoo. The tip of his tongue teased my mouth open, and I quickly allowed him access. His tongue swept over mine, tasting like dinner’s wine and the chocolate ice cream sundae we wound up sharing for dessert.
And by the looks of it, I was on my way for second helpings.
I dragged my hands down his chest and slipped them beneath his shirt, hungrily studying the hard lines of his pecs and abs. I really wanted to lick each muscle, memorizing every sharp edge. As he kissed me, deep and languid and heavy, I made quick work of his belt and unzipped the front of his pants. William was already half-hard against me, cock digging into my thigh as he carded his fingers through my hair.
“Tell me what you want,” he growled.
A moment of absolute clarity washed over me as I said, “I want to ride you.”
I could feel his grin ghosting across mine. He easily lifted me up into his arms, attacking the exposed skin of my neck to leave bruising kisses against my skin. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensation of his stubble scratching my chin, shivered when his needy hands grabbed my ass.
We eventually arrived at the master bedroom where William promptly set me down. We stripped out of our clothes with incredible haste, fabric piling together messily on the floor. I licked my lips when my eyes fell upon his cock. William was, to put things delicately, very well endowed. His hard cock was long and thick and downright delectable. The head of his cock was already leaking with precum, standing fully erect out of a bed of wiry, but trimmed hairs. Just the sight of him left me feeling wet between the thighs.
He climbed onto the bed with me, pressing my knees apart to gain access to my pussy. It was almost ridiculous how badly I ached for him to touch me. With a quick flick of his tongue across my swollen clit, I shuddered and moaned. It was an understatement to say that William knew exactly what he was doing. He drew deliberate circles against my clit, alternating between quick and slow strokes. Each pass of his tongue sent a shot of pleasure through me, leaving my body to shudder involuntary under his care. When he inserted a finger to further stimulate me, I gripped onto the luxuriously soft sheets of his bed and gasped.
“William. Don’t–”
He stopped moving for a second, pulling his mouth away to look up at me. There was concern in his eyes. “Sorry. Did I hurt you?”
I shook my head. “No, it’s not that.”