“We can’t do this here,” he said, his whisper husky with desire.
She licked her lips again and nodded. “I know.”
“Let’s get out of here.”
“Yeah,” she replied and cleared her throat. “Now.”
“I need to feel you.”
Desta could hear the urgency in his voice. She felt it in the moment they were in the elevator alone and he pushed her against the wall of the car. His lips were on hers again, and she couldn’t think about anything else but falling into the kiss. She’d been trying to reconcile this madness in her mind since last night. How was it that they’d gone from friends and coworkers to insatiable lovers in such a short span of time?
The answer was his hand slipping beneath the band of her pajama pants, going farther, past her panties, until she could feel his fingers pressing against her mound.
“Just gotta touch you.” His words came on pants for air that they were both taking between the heated kisses.
Desire surged through her like a raging storm, making her feel as if her heart might leap right out of her chest it beat so fast. She was limp against the wall, held up by the arm he’d wrapped securely around her waist. When his fingers inched lower, parting her, sliding easily inside her, she gasped. Her head fell against the wall, back arched, eyes closed.
“Maurice.” His name was a whisper. A breath she had to breathe in the midst of this tumultuous wanting.
Two fingers—she was almost positive that’s how many he used—pressed inside her, and she clenched her teeth so hard flashes of light sparked behind her still-closed eyes. He didn’t give her a second to acclimate herself to the feel of him stretching her but instead began pumping his fingers quickly in and out, while his lips fastened over her neck.
Desta held him tightly, her low-cut nails digging into his back through the T-shirt he wore. She lifted one leg and wrapped it around him.
“Hell yeah. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.” His words tumbled over her as he thrust faster and deeper now that she’d given him even more access.
Her hips moved now, meeting his thrusts and silently begging him for more. How could this feel so good? It wasn’t his dick penetrating her and yet the feeling was almost as intense as if it were. Her body was taut with anticipation, her nipples so hard she wanted to reach up and rub them herself.
“Need you to come for me. Right now, just please come.”
She’d never been begged to come before. On a few occasions she’d pleaded with her body to simply cooperate so that things would go smoother, but she knew that didn’t count.
Her eyes fluttered open as she panted. “Please don’t stop. Please. Just. Wait.” Pleasure ripped through her so fast and so intensely that it rendered her speechless.
Maurice moaned, holding her even tighter, his fingers slowing inside of her but not stopping.
The elevator, however, did stop on their floor at that moment. A light dinging sound told them the doors were about to open, and Maurice hurriedly pulled his hands from her. She let her leg slide down and was ready to walk out of the car as soon as the doors slid apart. He followed her off, grabbing her by the hand.
“Hurry” was all he said as he continued in the direction of his room.
She stopped, shaking her head when he turned to look at her quizzically.
“My room tonight.” She didn’t say anything else but turned to walk in the opposite direction. He would follow her; she knew without having to turn around and check.
Her fingers shook a little as she found her key card in the side pocket of her pajama pants and walked into the suite. The door had barely closed before Maurice was grabbing her and pushing her back up against it. He blinked quickly, a look of shock or maybe apology on his face.
“It’s okay, I can take a little roughness.” In fact, she liked it. Even though she hadn’t before and had sworn she’d never allow it from another man again. But this was different. There was no anger, no need to scare or intimidate. No, this, with Maurice, was pure desire. It was mutual, and rising so fast and potent between the two of them she reveled in the rush of anticipation.
A hungry groan was how she’d best describe the sound coming from him just before he ordered, “Off!” Meaning her pajamas, she surmised by the way he pushed the top of the pajama set off her shoulders. She remembered the belt and tore at that until it was loose. That piece of silk hit the floor in seconds, leaving her breasts bare to him.
He palmed one in each hand before bending down to take a nipple into his mouth. Then, moving quickly, he switched sides. All the while, she squirmed with the desire building inside her once again. This time she made the next move, reaching for his shirt and forcing him to stand up and release his hold on her breasts so she could remove it. His top fell to the floor, as well. He pushed her pajama bottoms and panties down past her hips, and she stepped out of her slippers, then eased each leg out.
Mimicking his motions, she pushed his shorts and boxer briefs down while he hastily stepped out of the leather slipper moccasins he wore. Now they were both naked, her body quaking beneath his in-depth perusal.
“I never imagined you naked,” he said while shaking his head. “I don’t know why. I should’ve known.” His hands were moving up and down her torso now. “I just should’ve known.”
Then he was pushing her against the door again, hiking up one of her legs to latch around the back of his waist. She pulled him to her, running her nails along his back as she waited with anticipation for him to sink deep. “Wait. Condom.”
The litany of curses that tumbled from his mouth at that moment would’ve seared any other person’s eardrums. If that other person hadn’t grown up in a house of crude brothers who thought swearing was a measure of their manhood.
