By the time we arrived at her condo, both of us were so hot that we were stripping each other's clothes off as the door shut. Our clothes dropped in our wake as we made our way toward her bedroom.
I was like a maniac trying to get to her soft body until she lay spread out on the bed. Then I put on the brakes, slowing the pace so I could savor her.
I worked her body until she was whimpering. She pushed me over, straddling my hips, but I stopped her from taking what she wanted.
“Up here, babe. I want dessert.” I pulled her hips up until her pretty pussy was over my mouth. I drank her in, getting drunk on her sweet juices.
“Oh, God, Sam...” Her hips rocked faster.
I held her hips, lifting her until my mouth wasn’t on her anymore.
“Don’t stop.”
I kissed her inner thigh. “Tell me you’ll come to New York with me for Thanksgiving.”
“What?”
I rubbed my nose through her wet curls.
“Oh!” She tried to get closer.
I lifted my head, swirling my tongue around her clit.
“More... please, Sam.”
I pulled away. “Will you come to New York?”
“Dammit.” She reached her hand down, pressing her fingers to her pussy.
In an instant, I had her on her back, my body over hers. “Don’t take my job from me.”
“Then do your job.”
I grinned at her until I slid inside her, and then I couldn’t do anything but sigh at the monumental pleasure. I moved in and out, in and out, until she hovered on the edge.
Leaning down, I kissed her neck. “Come to New York.” I nibbled on her ear.
“Fine. I’ll go. Just make me come.”
I sank into her again and levered up on my hands. Then I moved, driving into her hard and fast, giving her exactly what she wanted
Her fingers gripped my back. “Don’t stop.”
There was no stopping now. My baser instincts were in control as I sought the ultimate bliss that could be had between two people.
“Fuck... I’m coming, Kate.”
“Yes!” She arched up, her body going taut, her pussy tightening around my cock. I drove in again, and my world blew apart in the best way possible.
CHAPTERTWENTY-TWO
Kate
I had planned to renege on my agreement to go to New York once my orgasm dissipated. I'd only said I’d go because he was holding my orgasm hostage. I really wanted to come—sexually, that is.
Sam shifted to the side, resting his weight on one elbow while his other hand caressed my face. "You don't have to come to New York."
I looked up at him, wondering why he was taking back his invitation.