“Let’s take this inside.”
She nods but doesn’t move. She’s still pinned between my body and the wall, her eyes so full of trust and desire. “Inside. Now.”
I already have my keycard out of my pants pocket when we reach 415. I slip it into door, impatiently waiting on that little light to flash green, and push the door open. The moment we’re inside, she spins around and plasters herself against my chest. Our lips meet in a flurry of hunger and need. She’s moving back, dragging me along until she stops moving altogether.
I open my eyes and find us in the bathroom, her ass pressed against the vanity. Cricket holds my gaze and reaches down, hiking up the hem of her dress and revealing a very skimpy thong underneath. The very one I had in my hand earlier when I moved her things from her room to mine.
With my hands under her arms, I lift and set her on the vanity top. Her legs instantly wrap around my waist, drawing me toward her body. Fuck, I can feel the heat from her pussy through that tiny scrap of material, through my suit pants and boxers. My mouth waters for one little taste, though I know one taste will never be enough. I want to dive into an ocean of Cricket and never come up for air.
“This dress…” I shake my head. “This dress is going to be the death of me,” I say as I caress the soft skin of her shoulder and gently remove the strap of her dress. Before I reveal anything, I glance up and gauge her reaction. Her eyes are watching my movement, following as I lower the side of the dress and expose the top of her strapless bra.
My tongue burns with the need to taste her skin, so while the left hand lowers the other side of the dress, I caress the exposed swell of her breasts with my lips. The scent of her perfume wraps around me as her chest rises and falls with each breath she takes. When both straps of her dress reach her waist, I pull back just a bit to look at her beauty.
“You are without a doubt, the most stunning woman I’ve ever seen.”
She blushes an even deeper shade of pink and gives me a grin. “You should see me without this dress on,” she sasses, throwing a wink my way.
“Oh, sweetheart, I plan on it.”
Reaching around, I unhook the clasp at her back and the bra falls away. Her breasts are perfect for my hands as I gather them in my palms and gently cup them. Her nipples are already hard as I roll them between my fingers. Cricket’s head falls back and a gasp of pleasure spills from those luscious lips.
My mouth doesn’t want my hands to have all the fun. Bending down, I suck one nipple into my mouth, running my tongue around the hard nub and drawing it farther into my mouth. She wiggles, pressing her chest out and resting her hands back on the counter. I pinch the other nipple between my fingers, drawing out another long moan. I cover it with my mouth and lavish it with the same attention I gave the first.
“You’re wearing entirely too many clothes,” she says, reaching for my tie.
I kiss between her breasts, running my tongue all the way down the valley between them. “If I take off my clothes, then this will be over before I’m ready. My clothes are the only thing keeping me from ravishing you right now.”
Cricket pulls on the necktie. “What if I want you to ravish me? What if I don’t want slow and nice.”
My balls start to throb. “What do you want?”
Her fiery eyes gaze up at mine. Her lips are partly open. Her legs tighten around my waist, and her pelvis gyrates against me. “I want you to fuck me, Rueben. Not slow. Not easy. Not this first time.”
“The first time?” I ask, the corner of my lip turning upward.
“The first time,” she confirms. She runs her hands up the tie loosening it. “Something tells me you’re a guy good for a few rounds.”
I can’t help but smile. “You’re going to be worn out and sore by the time I’m through with you,” I tell her, ripping off my necktie and tossing it on the floor. Her fingers are already working the buttons on my dress shirt, so I unclip my cuff links and toss them on the counter.
Nimble fingers practically claw at my belt, frantically trying to get it undone to lower my pants. I reach for my wallet, praying I still have that condom in there. It might have been almost a year since my last relationship, but not so long ago I have to worry about the rubber going bad. I’m pleased to find two condoms stuck in there. I guess the Gods of Random Sex With Your Friend were looking out for me this weekend.
“You know, I woke up this morning withthispressed against my ass,” she says, reaching behind my zipper and cupping my cock. “I could feel how long and hard it was, and all I could think about was finding out exactly what it looked like.” She takes my dick in her hands and squeezes. “And felt like.” She strokes it. “And tastes like.”
I can feel precum dripping from the end. There’s no way I’m going to last, not with her hands on me. Ripping open the condom wrapper, Cricket pushes on my pants and boxers, sliding them down my hips. They gather at my knees, but I ignore them. Instead, I focus on the strip of material blocking the Promised Land. My fingers slide along the wet panties, gently moving them to the side and stroking her soft, bare flesh.
“You particularly fond of these?” I ask as I push a finger into her body. It’s wet and warm and makes my blood hum with anticipation.
“The panties? No.”
With my other hand I grab the thin material and give it a tug. It’s not as easy as you’d think, but I manage to rip the lace off one hip and sliding the mangled material down the other leg. “They had to go.”
She nods in agreement. “Definitely.”
Cricket hikes her leg up on the vanity, and it’s the first time I realize she’s still wearing those heels. I grab the condom and slide it down my length. She reaches down and gently touches herself, her long finger sliding easily through the wet, swollen flesh. My brain practically explodes as I watch her move a single finger down her clit, disappearing altogether into the place my finger just was.
“Fuck,” I groan, my eyes riveted on her movements.
“Yes, please,” she replies, removing her finger and spreading her thighs even farther. She scoots until her ass is nearly hanging off the counter. I reach down and grab her ass, angling her pussy upward. Her legs hitch high on my sides, the bite of her shoes dig into my flesh, but I ignore it. My cock is so fucking hard, it doesn’t move very easily as I line it up with her body.