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His cock pushes against the wet center of my underwear, over and over again. The tug on my nipples, his wet tongue, his hot breath, his scent, and everything else about him envelopes me.
I unleash my inner goddess as my orgasm rises and explodes deep inside, pulsating in quick waves over and over as I call his name.
He rolls his hips back and forth, riding me through it, as he keeps up his sucks, licks and tugs.
The man is a machine and our clothes aren’t even off yet.
My body quivers and quakes for what seems like an eternity as I cry out with pleasure.
Finally, my body lulls and he looks up at me. My center still hums as he reaches in to kiss me. His lips, a place of depth and darkness, beckon me to rediscover them. He could take me anywhere right now and I wouldn’t even care.
“Now that was hot,” he says, licking his lips darkly, and setting me back down on my feet. “But I really need to get you inside.”
5
Grayson
The way she responds to my touch, it ignites everything inside me that I’ve dulled down for way too long.
It’s not as though I haven’t had opportunities to get back in the saddle. It just hasn’t felt right.
That, and up until this point, I haven’t been interested.
My focus has been on work and making my move back to Stoney Creek, as well as finalizing my divorce. I’m meeting with my lawyer next week. I’ve finished up all the loose ends in Nashville and I’m ready to come home. I think I’ve been ready for longer than I care to admit.
I glance at the blonde beauty in front of me; her enchanting blue eyes watching my every move as I tug her into the penthouse hand in hand. Her dress split open and her tits jiggling.
The intimate gesture of me sucking on her nipples has my dick so fucking hard.
I can’t help but feel a sense of ease with her. Is it solely because we both know we may never see each other again?
It's surprising me more and more feeling this way after so long. And it’s not the alcohol.
I’m far from drunk, and rarely ever get drunk.
A part of me has been itching all night to share with her about the distillery, and where I’m moving back to and about my family. But, while both remaining open and honest, we agreed to no specifics for tonight in that regard. I can safely say I’ve excelled in that department.
She knows I’m getting a divorce, my ex cheated, and that I’ve always wanted a bunch of kids running around. I almost want to facepalm myself. Is there nothing I won’t divulge to this mysterious and sexy woman tonight?
I have to admit; it felt a little freeing, even to me, to say those things out loud. It’s been a long time since I’ve been able to do that.
I confide in my best friend back home a lot. Hudson and I have often sat down to a shot or two of BBB and batted out our women troubles. I’d been having problems with Keira long before I caught her cheating. But like everything else, I thought it would pass. I believed we were going through a bad patch having been together so long.
Perhaps Gabe’s unsympathetic, and unwanted, opinion about being thankful for not wasting more years of my life has a point. The legal hassle of kids being involved would have been a nightmare.
And yeah, now I remember, Hartley knows all about that too. Me wanting kids, and Keira changing her mind. Another facepalm is in order, that’s if my hands weren’t busy.
I loosen my tie as I let go of Hartley’s hand and walk across the cool marble floor into the massive open lounge and dining area with a complete 180 degree view of lower Manhattan. I don’t know why it feels so freeing being here, but it does.
I’m far from free. I have the legal hassle breathing down my neck on my pending divorce. A majority share in a music company, Sphere Entertainment, and a family distillery to get back to where Gabriel thinks I’m trying to steal his thunder.
But something about being up here, close to the clouds, brings a sense of relief I haven't felt for a while. And I’m taking it with every step I make tonight.
I turn around to look at Hartley, who admittedly is looking a little disheveled after what I just did to her outside. She’s lucky I didn’t jam the elevator and have her ride me all the way up to the Penthouse.
I grin to myself because a part of me is still trying to be a gentleman. Deep down, despite my own cravings, I always want to treat the woman I’m with like she’s the most important person in the world. I thought I always did that with my ex, but she didn’t understand that sometimes working late and long hours was all part of her living the high life. She didn’t seem to mind me making a lot of money so she could spend it. Then complained I was never there.
I watch Hartley as I purse my lips, casting aside any more thoughts about Keira for tonight. That, along with everything else, can wait.
