We walked in silence, except for the clicking of Geneviève’s heels.
It felt like it took us a year to get to the elevators. She pushed the button on the wall and almost immediately, the elevator doors swished open.
I held my hand on the side to let her go first.
Once we were both in, I took my hand off and moseyed my way to the opposite side of the elevator. The doors closed, and I began the speech I’d prepared. “Look, Geneviève, I know what you’re going to say.”
Her finger didn’t press the large ‘M’. Instead, it hit the red ‘emergency’ button. “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” she said, her voice sultry and deep as her fingers started undoing the buttons on her blouse.
“Okay, maybe I don’t know what you’re going to say,” I said, standing there dumbfounded while I watched her blouse sag open with the more buttons she undid.
That pretty, purple bra I’d ordered for her from Montreal looked amazing on her.
It also looked amazing off of her.
She gently, but swiftly, let her blouse fall to the floor. Christ, she was beautiful. Her huge, perfect tits looked unbelievable. I could see her nipples were already hard as they poked through the delicate, fine silk.
Then she hooked her fingers under the edge of her skirt—and lifted it up, exposing the matching, purple thong I’d bought. My cock was more than ready to come out and get a closer look.
After she’d removed her panties, she said, “Thank you for beating that idiot to a pulp.”
I wasn’t quite sure how I’d made my way over to her. All I knew was one second I was standing against the side of the elevator, then the next I had Geneviève pushed up against the other side, my mouth on hers in a punishing kiss.
“You’re not mad?” I panted, trying to shove my suit jacket off my arms.
She shook her head and helped me get rid of it. “No, it turned me on so much, I think I had a small orgasm while I watched.”
I couldn’t help but laugh. My lips kissed down her soft, fragrant neck. “Let’s try for a big orgasm this time, shall we?”
“Please, Beau. I’m so wet for you. I’ve been going out of my mind.” I felt her hands at my belt, unhooking it, then opening the button on my pants.
Before she even had the zipper down, her hand slid inside and pulled me out. “You’re so hard,” she moaned, her fingers gripping my cock tight as she slid them up and down my shaft.
“You’re naked in an elevator. What do you expect?” I said, lifting her hips up higher. “You ready for me?”
She nodded, a sexy, cloudy look on her face. “I’ve been ready for half an hour.”
I didn’t wait one more second to plunge inside her warmth.
“Christ,” I said, feeling her dripping down my cock already, just with one thrust. She hadn’t been lying. She was most definitely primed and ready for me. “Keep your legs around me. Tight,” I said, powering into her with everything I had.
Geneviève wasn’t the only one who was jazzed right now. One more dirty thing out of her mouth and I was in danger of blowing my load. I had to concentrate on getting her there first.
My fingers pulled the purple cup of her bra down. “Oh God, yes, just like that,” she said when my tongue found her bare, tight bud and licked it. I did it one better and sucked it hard into my mouth, letting my teeth graze around it just roughly enough.
“I’m coming, oh God, I’m coming,” she gasped out, almost like she didn’t believe what was happening.
I couldn’t blame her.
I didn’t believe it either.
As soon as I felt her wet, tight walls squeeze the fuck out of my cock, I let go of her nipple.
Then I let go of my restraint, coming inside of her with a long, powerful, hard, frenzied pace.
My hips thrust endlessly into her, and I swear she started coming all over again. “Beau,” she moaned, her fingers digging into my shoulders, hanging on for dear life as her spasms continued to assault me as my cock jerked inside of her.
Fuck, it was like some kind of damn euphoric drug had entered our systems. Everything seemed like it was happening in slow motion.