The elevator ride took less than a minute all the way to the top floor, but that was more than enough time for her to bring me to the edge of orgasm.
With a growl, I reached down and took her by the arm, lifting her up to her feet. Her lips were wet and opened slightly in surprise.
“How was that Doc?” she asked.
“Fucking perfect. But not a chance in hell I’m going to come before you.”
The doors opened with a chime, revealing the spacious, opulent penthouse hotel room that I’d taken for the night. The place was gorgeous, done up in the shiny gold, art-deco style of the rest of the hotel. The glass walls looked out onto Denver; the evening skyline alive with city lights.
She stepped into the room as I switched on the low lights and tucked myself back into my pants, her eyes focused on the view.
“This is quite the room you got for just one evening.”
While the city was a spectacle, I was far more interested in the way she looked in that dress.
She turned on her heels, putting one hand on her hip and the tip of the other hand’s index finger on her lips. She glanced aside as if she were giving something some serious thought.
“Now. Where were we?”
I stepped over to her, the echoes of my footfalls filling the vast space. When I was near enough, I put my hands on her hips.
“I do believe you had my cock in your mouth.”
She brought her eyes to mine, letting her hand fall as she began stroking me through my slacks.
“That’s right. We could get back to that, or—”
“Take off your dress.” I cut her off, not able to wait another moment.
The corner of her mouth curled. “Someone’s bossy.”
“When I know what I want, I don’t screw around. Now, take off your dress.”
My commanding tone didn’t seem to bother her one bit. If anything, the way she licked her lips signaled that it only turned her on even more than she already was.
Her hands moved to the straps of her gown, and I watched as she pulled them down along the length of her slender shoulders and elegant arms.
Little by little, she exposed more of her body.
My eyes went right to her breasts, her full cleavage seeming on the verge of bursting out of the black, lacy bra she wore. Her stomach was next, toned and trim, leading into her wide, curvy hips. The panties she had on matched the bra, and between lingerie and her shapely legs, I was on the verge of exploding.
The dress fell to her feet, and she stepped out of it. The smile on her face was confident and self-assured, suggesting that she could tell the effect her body had on me.
“Now what, Doc?” she asked.
I closed the distance between us, putting my hands on her hips and lifting her off the ground. She let out a squeal of excitement and surprise as I carried her over to the bar that separated the suite’s kitchen from the main room.
Once there, I set her down on one of the plush, black barstools.
She grinned as I put her down, her breasts rising and falling with each excited breath she took. My hands went to her bare, silky thighs and I spread them open, stepping between her legs and pressing my hardness against her pussy through her panties.
A moan sounded from her lips as I pushed, her eyes closing as she squirmed back against me.
“I need it,” she said, passionate desperation in her tone.
I reached behind her head, taking a handful of her blonde hair into my fist.
“You need what?” I asked, speaking in a low growl as I pulled her head back, exposing the length of her neck.