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Her eyes flare and her throat moves as she swallows. She bites her lip and dips her chin.
“Tell me,” I whisper, moving my hand to her hip. I hover over her, taking in how beautiful she looks with the swathe of light coming in through the window.
“I’m wet for you, Graham.” She licks her lips. “And my cunt is greedy. I want you inside me.”
Jesus. I’ve never particularly cared for dirty talk, but those words falling from Ana’s lips make me wild. She reaches between us and wraps her slender fingers around my shaft before giving my erection a long, firm stroke. I curse under my breath, and lift myself from the bed. Ana frowns in confusion, and I give her a smirk while finding my discarded jeans on the floor.
“Condom.”
While having a one-night stand wasn’t on the schedule for this trip, I’m rarely unprepared. I’m not the type to play the field—my parents were happily married for over fifty years and I’ve always wanted that for myself—but something about this feels…destined to be. Like somehow I was meant to meet this woman. Strange. But the truth of it settles in my bones.
I climb back on the bed and settle between Ana’s parted thighs, pressing my mouth to hers in a feverish kiss. She presses the head of my cock through her slick folds and cants her hips until I'm sliding into her body, inch by inch. A groan works its way up my throat, and I catch Ana’s whimper when I’m inside her to the hilt.
“Fuck,” she exhales into my mouth, her breath coming out stilted. Her nails bite into my shoulders, and the thought of her marking me makes me move faster. Her fingers trail down my spine, and when she settles her hands on my ass, I drive my hips forward. It’s not slow or sweet—it’s desperate, the kind of collision that burns too brightly to last but leaves a mark that lingers long after.
She squeezes my cock and arches her neck, seeking my lips. I deepen our kiss until I’m breathless. The sound filling the hotel room is feral, the air thick with tension, sex, and the need for release.
Ana pulls her mouth from mine and looks up at me. “I’m close.” She swallows audibly. “Graham…”
I move her arms above her head and grip her wrists. She wraps those slender legs around my waist and the change in angle makes my blood run hotter. I sink into her and roll my hips, the fire at the base of my spine consuming me. Ana’s mouth falls open but no sound comes out while she shivers beneath me. My body locks up and I press my sweaty forehead to Ana’s. In that moment, the rest of the world disappears and all that’s left is…us.
I can’t think past one night.
Because for some inexplicable reason, it doesn’t feel like it’s enough.
Not when she’s already burrowed her way under my skin.
