“I’d like that.” She looked up at me, smoky need in her eyes as well. Relief and desire crashed through me and I picked up our pace. Not a second to waste.
“Then let’s go.”
We nearly tripped over each other as we got back to the hotel, laughing as we passed the woman at the front desk. We touched each other as we could, hand to hand, leaning in to each other. I fumbled with the old-fashioned room key. Sometimes the charm of small, boutique hotels was also their downfall, with spindly legs on antique chairs and funny little locks that didn’t open unless you messed with them just right. I didn’t have time to mess with a lock on the door. I wanted to mess with my woman.
Finally inside our room, I swept Ana up in my arms and carried her over to the couch. We sat down and I gathered her onto my lap. She felt so perfect in my arms, exactly the right blend of curvy and slender, just the right size against me. Like we were made for each other.
She kicked off her shoes and rested her head against my shoulder, trailing her fingers along my bicep. Just that one touch set my pulse to racing. I let her roam, explore, touching the ink that adorned my arm. Her smooth fingertips, so innocent, so neutral and simply curious.
I took off my shirt to give her more access. Closing my eyes I breathed her in, the scent of her, the way she enjoyed me. Until her fingers drifted down, along my chest, down across my ab muscles. My cock pressed against my jeans, hard for her, proclaiming my need. Her fingers dipped lower and stroked along my bulge, driving me mad with her lazy exploration.
“You’re so big, Ash.” The way she said it had none of the studied flirtatiousness, the practiced delivery of typical lines. It had none of the, ‘Oh, baby, you’re the man!’. It was all sincerity, an exclamation of discovery as she admired my length, running her fingers along it.
“You like how big I am?” I grit out, clenching my teeth, my fists balled into the couch.
“Oh, yes.” Her voice sounded breathy and full of desire. “You’re amazing. I’ve never…” Her words dissolved into kisses along my jaw, my neck. “I’ve never felt…”
“I love how you feel.” I kissed her cheek, her ear, her throat. “I’ll never get enough.”
“It’s crazy.” She was breathing heavier now and I eased her out of her shirt, unclasping her bra to grasp her full mounds in my palms.
“I don’t know what you do to me,” I murmured, not exaggerating at all. I’d always had an insatiable appetite, always been up for some fun, but that didn’t begin to explain the way I felt with Ana. It couldn’t be put into words, this fevered need, this intense connection. I didn’t know what it was, and I sure as hell had never felt anything like it before. I’d had her so many times over the past couple days, but still I raged for her, wanting, needing more.
“I want to play with you, Ana.” I licked her ear and whispered. “Take off your jeans for me. I want to watch you undress.”
Slowly, she stood up, smiling at me shyly. I stretched my legs out, watching her from the couch, my hand down to the crotch of my jeans. Her unstudied movements got to me like none other. Tongue out for a brief, nervous flick, she bit her plump bottom lip. She unfastened the top button, then looked up at me for guidance.
I stroked my cock through my jeans and nodded to her, urging her on. “That’s it, baby. Now unzip for me.”
She swallowed nervously, still not used to putting on a show. But I liked watching her, and I could tell she was getting turned on doing it for me. Slowly, she drew down her zipper, then hooked her thumbs inside the loosened waistband.
“I had to stand outside all those changing rooms today. Knowing you were inside them doing this, again and again. Now I want you to do it for me, Anika. Slip those off for me.”
Sliding her jeans down her gorgeous curves, she bent down to get them all the way off, then stepped away from them in just her panties.
“Now go put on those heels I bought you and show me how you look.”
I hated to wait. I wanted to sink into her so badly it hurt. But I knew waiting would make it even hotter when I did finally take her. Because that was certain, I was going to take her and I was going to take her hard.
Finally, she returned, her hips swaying as she walked over to stand in front of me. Her nipples stood out firm and hard, showing me how arousing she found this, displaying herself for my pleasure. She looked so damn fine, perched up on those heels with her long, sexy legs.
“Show me your ass, honey.” I unzipped my jeans and eased out my cock. I needed it in my hand for this, she looked so good. She turned for me, giving me a good look at her ripe ass, the lace of her panties grazing the middle of her cheeks. High-cut, just how I liked it.
“That’s good.” My voice sounded thick and gruff.
She swallowed and turned to face me again, her gaze riveted down at my cock where I stroked its length. Her lips parted and she gave a light groan at the sight of it, engorged, veins running its length, pulsing and raw with need for her. I could see her clench her thighs together in response.
“You want this?” I held my thick cock in my palm, a drop of precome on the tip. She whimpered and licked her lips. “I still want to play with you a little first. Can you take that, baby?” She bit her lip and nodded slowly, as if she weren’t 100% sure.
I stroked my long, hard length, picturing vividly how good it would feel to sink deep inside of her. She’d be so wet for me, I could tell, the way she watched my every move, panting. “It’s hard to wait, isn’t it?” I teased her and she whimpered again.
“Slip off those panties.” She did it without having to be asked twice. “Now show them to me.”
Her eyes widened at my command. “Wh-what?” she stammered.
“Don’t make me repeat myself,” I told her sternly. We’d never really gotten into control and domination. The past couple of days, I’d just lost myself in her like a kid finally loose in a playground. But I was an experienced man and I knew how to intensify pleasure, how to elevate arousal and push right up against boundaries for the most heightened response.
I also knew she was an innocent. But I could sense her response, how wet it made her when I took control. She’d like what I had in store for her. But I had to go slow, introduce her at her own pace. Starting with making her show me her panties.
Shaking slightly, she brought the lacy underwear over for my inspection.
“Show me the crotch.”
Now she really trembled, like she’d been naughty and called in to see the boss. Biting that lip again, she held out the crotch of her panties to me, displayed along her finger. The silk was all wet and slick from her arousal.
I drew my index finger along the evidence, sliding it down the wet silk. Then I brought it up to my mouth and sucked my finger. She watched me and moaned.
“You’ve been naughty,” I whispered, husky. Her mouth opened and she gasped. I loved seeing the shock and arousal course through her. “You’re turned on, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” she whispered, transfixed.
“Put your hands by your sides,” I ordered, my voice rough. “Keep them there.” She looked at me a second more before slowly moving her hands to her sides.
“Now come sit on my lap.” Completely naked, she moved over to sit on me. I could tell she was instantly aware of her vulnerability, her exposure. I’d show her how that heightened awareness, that edge of tension could push her pleasure even further than she’d ever imagined.
“That’s good,” I praised her, bringing a hand to her hair, stroking it. She leaned into my touch, seeking it out, needing it. “Sit up straight,” I told her.
She sat, spine straight, coiled tight. Caressing her skin, I brought a hand down to her naked breast. “Your breasts are beautiful, Ana.”
I knew my calloused fingers must feel rough on the soft, sensitive skin of her breast. She shivered at my touch as I massaged her, cupping her ripe mound. Her eyes closed slightly, surrendering to the intensity of her feelings.