Sara
Iseriously have to stop doing this. Giving myself pep talks in the bathroom is a little ridiculous.
Especially for a grown ass woman.
Today has been great getting to know Ady again, when he wasn’t talking about work. That man really knows how to make my girl parts tingly. I freshen up my lipstick in the mirror and ruffle my hair.
When I walk out of the bathroom, Ady is leaning against the wall, phone in hand.
I always thought Adrien looked his sexiest in his expensive suits, but I was wrong. He’s really rocking the knee-length shorts and band t-shirt.
He looks up at me heatedly. His panty dropping eyes were not hiding the promise of all the naughty things to come.
Naughty things I’ve been missing.
“You need to stop looking at me with those eyes, or we’re not gonna make it back to the hotel.” I say, licking my lips.
“Oh, Sara, that works both ways,” he says, putting his phone back in his pocket. “Come on. I don’t want the first time for my cock to be in you in five years, to be in a bathroom of a less than classy bar.”
“Lead the way then,” I say, grabbing hold of his hand.
He pulls me out of the bar, leaving by the side exit.
We at least make itto his hotel. The elevator, to be exact.
He presses the number for his floor, then pushes me against the mirror. He grabs hold of my ass and pulls himself closer to me so I can feel his erection rubbing against me.
“Someone has really missed you,” he groans into my ear.
I have no words. I groan into his grip. Kissing him on his neck. This man takes my breath away like no other. His hand pushes up my skirt just as the doors open on his floor.
He grabs hold of my hand, smiling, and practically drags me out of the elevator.
Walking into his room, he gives me half a second to admire it before he picks me up and carries me through to the bedroom. Sitting me down, so I’m perched on the edge of the bed.
No man has been able to get me this wet from so little contact.
Ok, so I know I’m having a dry spell, but he really is that good. He always knows just what I want and need at the exact right time. It’s almost like he can read my mind.
He pulls his t-shirt over his head and I just sit on the edge of the bed, watching. If I didn’t know better, I’d think my mouth would be on the floor, drool coming out.
God, the man must work out all the time. I take a deep breath and lick my lips again. He goes to his shorts, undoing the button.
“If you keep looking at me like that, this is going to be over real quick.”
He drops his shorts, revealing a very impressive bulge in his boxer briefs.“I think you're wearing way too many clothes.”
“But I’m enjoying the show so much. It looks really tasty.”
He groans, smiling back at me. He pulls his boxer-briefs down. His hard cock springs to attention.
“That looks really painful,” I smile, getting off the bed and dropping to my knees in front of him.
“Sara,” I can hear the confusion in his voice. “Don’t…”
“I want to. I’ve missed him.” I lick my lips, looking up at him from between his legs.
I grab hold of his cock in my hand, trying to look all innocent at him. We both start laughing as I do the double eyebrow raise.