Was this more than just sex? It suddenly felt like it could be.
He kissed me, and I forgot everything else. Everything except him and the promise of wrapping myself around him vanished. My body took over, and I arched my hips, drawing him into me. His hand tightened on my hips, and the low, male noise nearly sent me spiraling into orgasm.
It started slow, with just a gentle rocking of his hips. Every slow inch, by inch, by aching inch until he filled me to the point of almost pain. Still, I wanted more. I needed it over and over again. He retreated, and I whimpered until he moved forward and filled me once again.
I watched as he tucked his head into my shoulder, watching himself fill me again and again. I loved watching it too. I reveled watching him take me, feeling the pleasure of him overwhelm me yet again.
I'd never had anything like this. I'd never ached to have someone go deeper than before or to crave just another inch of skin to press into mine. I'd never felt this hot and full of intense need. I craved him like I craved oxygen and he delivered.
Desperation forced me to buck my hips, wanting more than this slow and sensual torture. The pleasure building deep in my core needed a release, and the slow burn wasn't going to do it for me.
"Harder," I whispered, looking into his eyes. The blue fire flared, and he pressed deep.
His hands gripped my hips, my legs wrapped around his ass and my hands pulled him into me. The weight of his muscled chest and abs pressed into me. His muscles strained with the effort as he tried to maintain control.
“Elizabeth,” he groaned, struggling to keep himself from losing himself. It was my name that undid me. The sheer urgency and desire in every syllable skyrocketed me into coming so hard I couldn't tell up from down. All I knew was that he came with me.
He buried his face in the crook of my neck, his body shaking with mine in the ultimate pleasure. I couldn't let go. All of the passion, all of the fight, all of the anger had turned into sheer pleasure that rocked through both our bodies.
We both were breathing hard. I knew that at any moment someone might walk through that door and find us. I didn't want to move. I didn't want this perfect moment to end. We were one, and it felt more right than anything ever had.
“Elizabeth,” he whispered, his voice ragged and raw. It made me shiver and start to heat all over again.
I whimpered, keeping him pulled into me. I wanted his skin against me. I wanted this all over again and again.
From across the room, his pants start
ed to vibrate and hum.
“Don't go,” I whispered, locking my arms around him.
“I have to at least check it,” he replied, kissing my temple. I sighed as he stroked my hair back and kissed my forehead.
Reluctantly, I released him. The loss of his touch was a physical pain. It was cold and sharp as I waited for him to look at his phone. I grinned as I thought of us getting a room. It didn't even have to be a nice room. Just someplace with a bed. Oh, the things I wanted to do with him in a bed.
The table was good, but a bed would be even better.
Maybe the shower, too.
I looked over to see him putting his pants on as he held the phone up to his ear. I frowned but didn't say anything. Maybe it was just a quick phone call. He did have a business to run. A quick phone call, followed by a trip to a real room would be fine.
“This is Darcy,” he said, his voice calm and in control. It was the same and yet so different than the voice that had just gasped my name.
He was nearly fully dressed again. His shirt was still unbuttoned, but other than his shoes and jacket, he was dressed. I still sat practically naked on the table.
He paused at whatever the other person on the other line said. He held still for a moment before looking at me.
“Is it absolutely necessary?” he asked. His face went hard at the answer. “One minute.”
He kissed my forehead and then walked out of the room.
I watched the door swing shut and click softly behind him. His voice disappeared down the hallway.
Still, I waited. I waited until I was cold and shivering. I stood up, the heat from before no longer there. Now there was just emptiness.
I struggled to put my dress back on, fighting with the zipper until I had it most of the way back up. I kept hoping that every footstep outside in the hall was him, but they always kept going.
I looked around the room once I was dressed again. It seemed sad instead of romantic now. The shades were cheap and the missing chairs obvious.