The entire time, Zane watches me with fondness in his eyes. He’s a lot bigger than I am, his body practically blanketing me. I lean into his touch eagerly, trusting if I do get lost in him, at least I’ll feel right at home.
His face is close.Soclose. This connection between us, one I swear is as tangible as the floor beneath my feet and the roof above our heads, thrums with delicious heat.
This time, I’m the one who steals a kiss. I tilt my chin up and slot my lips against his, exploring the shape of his mouth with the tip of my tongue. He moans against me, the hard press of his cock nudging my hip as clear a sign as any that we ought to find some place more private.
“Let me take you back to the hotel,” he says. “We can rent a movie.”
I smile up at him, wrapping my arms around his neck. “I’d love that.”
Chapter 9
Zane
We do not, in fact, rent a movie.
Willow and I are too busy kissing each other senseless to worry about anything else. I enjoy the way she kisses. There’s a hint of shyness and inexperience, but an overall drive and possessiveness that tells me she’s willing to learn. She’s clumsy sometimes, nibbling a bit too hard or forgetting she’s allowed to take her time, but I find everything about endearing.
It’s a good thing I’m an excellent teacher.
I carry her into my hotel suite with ease. She weighs next to nothing in my arms. I don’t bother with the lights, moving swiftly to pin her back against the wall. My hands roam of their own free will, slipping under the fabric of her dress to greedily grasp at her thighs.
“Zane,” she pants against my ear. “Zane, please…”
“What is it, Willow? Tell me what you want, and I just might give it to you.”
“I want it rough,” she admits, desperately trying to undo my tie. “I want to feel you on every inch of my skin. I want you to drive me crazy.”
I chuckle. “My girl gets what she wants.”
Willow rolls her hips against me, deliberately grinding against my throbbing erection. I want her so badly I can hardly put it into words. The next thing she says is what drives me over the edge.
“Fuck me, Zane.”
I am downright feral for her.
I rip her out of her clothing, moving in to ravenously suck hard marks against her exposed skin. I tear her out of her bra and panties until she is totally and completely on display for me. The sounds of her languid moans make me that much harder. My cock is desperate for attention, but not before I devour her whole.
I pick Willow up and toss her over my shoulder. She giggles in delight as I clap her on the ass.
“Where are you taking me?” she asks, breathless.
“Wherever the fuck I want, darling. You’re mine, after all. I’ll fuck you wherever I damn well please.”
She half-laughs, half-moans as I carry her to the bedroom. I toss her onto the mattress, the springs creaking in protest. Before she has a chance to right herself, I hook my hands beneath her knees and pull her to the edge of the bed, kneeling so I can settle between her lovely thighs.
Her pussy is wet and ready for me, and I find great pleasure in eating her out. She tastes so nice and sweet, and the sounds she makes are the cherry on top. There is nothing more satisfying than bringing her to completion with just my tongue, her knees shaking as pleasure courses through her.
“You’re going to give me five.”
“W-what?” she mumbles, barely able to catch her breath.
“That was one,” I say before diving right back in.
She gasps, body trembling beneath my touch as I slip a finger inside her. Her pussy clenches around me, so wet and warm I can hardly wait to feel her around my cock. Willow’s hand shoots down to tangle in my hair, her own head thrown back as loud moans escape her. I’m only partially worried we’ll get a noise complaint from one of our neighbors, but I don’t give a shit. Nothing is going to stop me from worshiping this woman the way she so deserves.
The second time she comes is louder and stronger than the first. Her back arches off the sheets, her fingers and toes curling as pleasure claims her for its own.
“Two,” I count.