When his fingers reach my opening, I feel how wet I already am. I'm practically dripping onto him, my cum covering his skin. When the first finger enters my pussy, a jolt of pleasure hits me to my core, and I moan loudly into his mouth, but he swallows my cry with another kiss.
The desire to have Christopher inside of me is so strong, I can't even breathe properly, let alone think.
Christopher shoves his finger further, reaching my G-spot, and another wave of pleasure covers me as he starts moving his finger inside, his thumb pressing firmly on my clit at the same time.
I feel how close I am to coming. I think I've never come to my peak of pleasure this fast. I always thought I needed more time to come.
And then he adds another finger, spreading my center wider. At first he moves them both slowly, but then he twists them inside of me, pressing to my G-spot as well as my clit so hard that I see stars.
And then I shudder; the pleasure hits my center and spreads all over my body, covering me whole, from my spine to my toes. I start shaking in his arms, unable to continue kissing, digging my fingers into his shirt.
I feel how my pussy contracts around Christopher's fingers, milking them with my cum. He doesn't ease the pressure on my clit, and I keep shaking, wave after wave of complete satisfaction covering my whole body.
After I relax a little, he loses his grip and pulls out his fingers. I collapse onto his body, my head falling on his shoulder as I pant. I feel my cheeks burning, unable to believe what just happened.
Chapter Twelve
Michelle
Christopher helps me adjust my dress and button up my coat before leaving the car. As we walk through the hallway, he holds me by the hand as if we were a real couple. And, to my surprise, it doesn't feel weird or awkward. Holding Christopher's hand feels like the most natural thing in the world.
When the elevator door closes behind us, Christopher pulls me closer for a kiss. I grab his shirt and press my body harder to his. When I feel his hard cock against my belly, a sweet shudder covers my body in satisfaction that he's already hard as a rock forme.
We start kissing fast and hungrily. He presses my body to the wall and grabs my ass with his hands. I moan, trying to wrap my legs around his waist, teasing his cock. I don't care if there are cameras in here; my need for him is stronger than any common sense.
The elevator ring is the only thing that makes us pull away from each other. As we walk out rapidly, we almost knock down an elderly couple who tried to walk in.
"Sorry," we say in unison to their backs, almost running away.
I want him so much it feels like I'm ready to undress him in the hallway.
When we are around the corner, Christopher pulls me closer to him again for another kiss. I feel like we're newlyweds who can't have enough of each other, unable to wait until we get to our room before having another kiss.
"Would you like to see my suite?" he asks, gasping for air, his eyes dark with desire.
I nod in response. I can't wait to see everything, not just the accommodation.
But as we get to the door and Christopher takes out his card key, his hand freezes next to it, and he looks at me again.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" His eyes are crystal clear again, brows furrowed slightly in concern, probably thousands of thoughts running through his head now. I love it when he looks at me with that undeniable desire.
"Yes, I am," I assure him with a smile, trying to make him realize that I don't feel any pressure. It even feels like I need this more than he does.
Well, of course. While you were celibate, this man had dozens of women in his bed.A voice grumbles in my head, but I immediately push it away. Because it doesn't matter if Christopher is a womanizer, I’m not agreeing to marry him or something. That only means that he's an experienced lover, which is precisely what I need right now.
"I don't want to rush you into this..." he begins, but I grab his shirt and pull his face closer to me so I can reach to kiss him. I press my lips to him to stop talking. He lets me do this but responds to my kiss with less passion than before.
He's overthinking it.
"Who cares if it's too soon?" I ask as I pull away. "It's just sex, right? No commitments." I try to sound at ease. I've never had a casual 'sex thing' before, so I don't really know how it all works, "We need to ease this sexual tension between us."
Christopher's face, which used to express concern, changes in a second, to an angrier one, or even...sadder?
Is he offended that I said this whole thing means nothing to me? Because I don't care if sex with me means nothing to him.
Lie. To be honest, I do care. A lot. But I can't think about it right now.
I'm peering into his eyes, trying to understand what he's thinking about, but those two dark pupils stare at me as if seeing me from the inside, and he doesn't say a word.