Just before the doors close, a hand shoves between them. "Hold the door!"
Sable gasps and steps back. I whip my head around to see 2 overgrown frat boys jockeying to squeeze in.
"Take the next one," I growl.
They hesitate. In their moment of indecision, I shove them both out and press the button. When I look back at Sable, her eyes are wide.
Sorry, I sign. “I don't want to be interrupted.”
She gives me a small smile.Okay.
The doors open on the 4th floor. I say, “Let’s go to my suite.”
Sable’s lips lift at the corners. “Lead the way.”
The suite has a nice view during the day, but at the moment the wall of windows is dark. For a moment, I think of going past the couches and kitchenette and straight into the bedroom. Why waste any more time when I know that I'm going to eat Sable's pussy and make her come on my cock?
But I hesitate, then set her down on one of the pair of white couches.
She blinks up at me, confused. "I thought we were..."
"We are." I crouch in front of her and take her left foot in my hands. "You've been on your feet all night. Give me a minute."
I press my thumbs into her arch and she melts backward into the cushions with a sound that goes straight to my cock. Low and throaty. If this is how she sounds when she’s feeling pleasure, I’m going to be hooked on her.
"Konstantin." She tests my name again, slower this time, like she's savoring it. "You really don't have to be sweet. I'm a sure thing at this point."
“Hmm.” I switch to the other foot and she shivers. "I'm doing this because I want to."
Her blue eyes open and she looks at me like I’m a prize. The tight sensation that fills my chest rises a notch.
I set her foot down and push the hem of her bridesmaid dress up her thighs. She doesn't stop me. The lilac lace bunches around her hips and her underwear is a thin scrap of nude fabric.
Fuck, her panties are already dark with how wet she is.
"Fuck, baby." My voice comes out rougher than I planned. "All that from a foot rub?"
"From everything." She hooks her fingers in the straps of her dress and pulls them down. The bodice drops and her tits spill free, full and heavy with pale pink nipples already stiff. She’s gorgeous. "You've been making me insane since the bar. Have you seen yourself lately?"
I lean forward and press my mouth to her stomach just above her waistband. She gasps and her fingers find my hair, dragging through it. I kiss lower, following the edge of the fabric, and she smells incredible. Warm skin, something floral, and underneath all of it the sharp sweet scent of a woman who needs to be fucked.
God damn. She makes my mouth water.
I pull her underwear down and toss them behind me. Her knees start to close and I catch her thighs, pushing them apart.
"Don't hide." I look up at her from between her legs. "I want all of you. Let me see my feast."
Pink floods her cheeks but she lets her knees fall open. She's swollen and slick and gorgeous. The sight of her spread out for me makes my brain go completely offline for 3 full seconds.
Trailing my fingers up the inside of her thighs, I lean in, dragging my tongue up her slit.
Her back arches off the couch so hard I have to grip her hips to keep her steady. The taste of her hits me like a sucker punch, sweet and tangy, so fucking good that I groan against her skin.
Just one taste and I already know this flavor is going to ruin me.
"Oh my god." She buries her hands in my hair and pulls me closer. A woman who knows her own appetites. Fucking delicious. "Konstantin, oh my god."
I lick her again, slower, taking my time. My tongue circles her clit in lazy strokes and her hips roll against my face. She's vocal. She's so fucking vocal that I can feel every moan vibrating through her thighs, can see the words forming on her lips when she tips her head back and says my name like it's the only thing left in her vocabulary. For a guy who misses half of what people say to him, a woman who's loud in bed is a goddamn gift.
