This chick. “Completely.”
“Then let’s go have some fun.”
I’m as quiet as a mouse, obeying her strict orders of no talking while we make the short drive to her hotel and even shorter walk up to her room. The second the door is unlocked, she’s on me. Her boldness startles me, but I’m totally down. I kick the door shut as my hands cup her tight ass and bring her little frame against me. And damn, let me be the first to admit there’s no better feeling than having this tiny woman wrapped around me.
Unlike our last kiss, she takes the lead on this one. I walk us farther into her hotel room, savoring her smell: cherries and vanilla and all things that spike my appetite. She’s frantic, pressing her lips firmly against mine. The sensitive side of me that's been out of commission for a while wants to tell her to slow down because I want to enjoy this. But my dick tells me to keep this movin’.
My growl of approval matches hers when her tongue connects with mine. I snap, losing focus on who’s really in control. Her hands linger in my hairline, pulling at the base of my scalp. I throw us onto the bed, grinding into her. She shows no mercy, tugging so hard, I think she pulls out a chunk of my hair.
I do love an aggressive girl, but this one’s different. There’s desperation in her force. She needs something from me, and damn straight, I’m going to give it to her. I tear my lips from hers, leaning up and stealing a glance before doing what I’ve been dying to do since we met. I reach for her tank top and slide it up her stomach, her porcelain skin now on display.
Goosebumps sprout in my wake. I bend down, pressing my warm lips right above her belly button. Just like every other part of her, she tastes divine. My tongue skates up her firm belly until I’m gifted with her tits. My hands stop and admire what God gave her, squeezing them in my hands. Her back is off the mattress the second I pinch her tiny nipples through her lace bra. Freeing one of her breasts, I cover her nipple with my mouth.
“Jesus,” she moans, taking out more of my hair.
“Not Jesus, but I’ll take the compliment.” I smile against her nipple and bite down. Another arch of her taut little body. I can’t help but tighten my hold as she pebbles in my mouth. Goddamn, put a fork in me—I’m done. I can die happy. But what fun would that be? Releasing her, I offer the same attention to her other breast, loving the way she bucks under me, which gives me a high like no other. I ache for another hit. She’s about to turn me into an addict. I release her from my mouth with a pop and continue my happy journey of removing her top. When it’s gone and tossed to the floor, my view is glorified perfection. Hot pink is definitely my new favorite color. Bright lace covers her breasts, leaving the enticing appeal of pale flesh and pink nipples.
“You sure are a sight for sore eyes,” I praise, my hands brushing up her sides. My mouth waters at the thought of my lips around her entire breast, licking up her neck and kissing her deeply. I’m so needy, so desperate, I can’t sort out which to attack first. “Fuck it,” I say out loud, bending forward and taking her mouth. Her sweet moan is like dessert before dinner. I kiss her hard, demanding more contact, appreciating how responsive she is when she kisses me back.
I should slow down, make this last. This night hasn’t even started, and I never want it to end. Her hips push off the bed, rubbing against my hard-on. I almost bite her tongue as I groan out. So much for going slow. I inch back, grinding against her. The connection almost blinds me as I repeat the action, sending us both into a whirlwind of bliss. This is some high school, dry-humping stuff, but holy shit, it’s the best dry-humping I’ve ever had.
I force myself to pull away, regretting it before my lips even leave hers.
“What? What’s wrong?”
Nothing. Everything. I don’t even know this chick’s name and she’s about to bring me to my knees. Every single thing I’ve learned and mastered over the years has gone out the window. I feel like a teenager trying not to prematurely ejaculate in my pants before I can get either of ours off.
“Absolutely nothing. Just thought this would be a bit more fun if we didn’t have clothes between us.” I wink at her, thanking myself for pulling it together. Nerves return, flooding her face, and I debate pulling back. Clothes are fine. I’ve never minded a nice, dry…