I laugh. “More beautiful than a brute like me has words for. But honestly, you look the most beautiful when you’ve got nothing on.”
“Well, then,” she says, pushing me back, forcing about a foot of space between us, “there’s no point in this dress staying on.”
She undoes her halter neckline and lets the fabric slip off her beautiful breasts. She shimmies out of her dress and kicks it to the side on the terrazzo floor.
She’s wearing a white lace bra that barely covers her nipples and a matching white thong that has me salivating instantly.
She removes her bra slowly, while I watch with hungry eyes. The moment her panties are off, I pull her to me again and hitch her legs up and around my waist.
I set her on the marble counter and she gasps slightly as her skin makes contact with the cool surface.
Then she starts ripping away at my clothes, her nails grating over my skin.
When I’m as naked as she is, I slip my finger inside her as her hand wraps around my cock.
She’s so fucking wet. I groan with want. I feel her shiver against me as she grinds against my cock impatiently.
I’ve explored her body in every single fucking position, in every single fucking way known to man in the last several months.
But it’s not enough.
It’s never enough.
My desire for her seems to go on endlessly. No matter how many times I have her, I always want more.
And the feeling seems to be mutual.
“I want your cock inside me now,” she whispers as her tongue plays with my ear.
I push her thighs apart and slide my cock inside her. She moans loudly, wordlessly, until her lips form the shape of my name.
“Fuck me hard, Artem,” she groans.
I breathe her in as I fuck her, watching as the waves of her hair toss wildly in the air with each thrust.
I still remember the first time we’d fucked. Just like this. Hot and heavy and desperate in a club bathroom. Clinging to each other like we were the only things on earth that mattered anymore.
That’s where it all began.
And we’ve ended up right back here.
I grab Esme’s face as I push into her, our lips are separated by half an inch. Her breath, hot and wild, mixes with mine.
“Artem,” she whispers.
“Esme,” I whisper right back.
I press my lips to her neck, letting my tongue tease the sensitive skin at her nape. I feel her nails dig into my back, I feel her pussy clench around my cock and I feel her orgasm rear up to meet my own.
And it feels like this moment has been a fucking lifetime in coming.
It was worth the wait.