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“My manager is on his way to release the car and then you’ll be moving again.”

“Roger that!” I called out to the intercom guy, anxious to hear the mic click off. Louisa was giggling with my cock in her mouth.

“Think that’s funny, huh?”

She nodded without stopping. I held the sides of her face with my hands, taking control again, rolling my hips into her perfect mouth. “I love when you get a little bratty.”

She breathed deep through her nose with another little mmhmm, and I pushed almost all the way into her, wiping away tears when she gagged and came back for more. I memorized her sounds and the way it felt when she swallowed around me. She let herself get sloppy, moaning around my cock, and sliding her fingers through the wetness between her legs. When she pulled them out and held them up for me—glistening—I grabbed her wrist and sucked them clean, just as the elevator shuddered back to life. With the numbers counting up to our floor and the taste of her on my tongue, I lost whatever control I’d been holding onto.

I threaded my fingers through her hair, my hand on the back of her head, giving her all of me. “I’m obsessed with you, Isa. With your mouth. With your body.” My words sounded like gravel. Her nails dug into the backs of my thighs. “So fucking perfect.” And then she locked eyes with me and whimpered like she did when she watched me, and it was the shot at the beginning of a race.

I came so hard my knees went weak and I had to lean forward, one hand against the wall behind her, the other tangled in her hair as the orgasm pulsed through me. She drained my main tank and my reserves, and I didn’t even have a chance to warn her. She couldn’t swallow fast enough and my cum overflowed on one side of her mouth. It was the hottest thing I’d ever seen in my life.

She lapped me up with a messy smile, licking the corner of her mouth, tongue tapping my favorite tooth in the world, and it felt like my eyes crossed as my refractory period instantly rebooted. Jesus Christ.

“I do love a good ruining,” she said.

The elevator dinged and I quickly pulled her up and ushered her out on our floor, zipping up my pants behind her and we headed for our room.

“Iz, I’m trying to be cool and manly right now, but you just sucked my soul out through my dick, and I might need a second to sort myself out before you judge me. Can you close your eyes or something?”

She laughed and covered her eyes, walking backwards down the hallway.

I used the opportunity to look at her then. Lipstick gone, hair a little fucked. Gorgeous.

Mine.

When we got to our room, she waited for me to pull out the key.

“Can I take your picture like this?”

“Eww you’re such a perv,” she giggled with her eyes still covered as I opened my phone camera.

“Says the queen of the pervs.”

I snapped a photo of her reaction—hands on her face, mouth open laughing. I never wanted to forget this. I slipped my phone back into my pocket and stepped up to her. She tipped her head back without removing her hands.

“I love your laugh,” I said, kissing her lips softly. I teased her with my tongue until she opened for me and I pulled her hands down between us, holding her wrists together in one hand. “I love the way you taste,” I mumbled into her mouth as I kissed her. Her eyes stayed closed. I scanned the lock and opened the door behind her without stopping, tossing the key on the little table by the entry. I walked her backwards into our room, wrists in one hand, the other pulling the strap of her dress down as soon as the door snicked shut behind me. “I love the way you feel in my hands.” I looked at her uncovered breast, rolled a thumb over her nipple and watched her reaction. She sighed shakily and I squeezed a handful. She let her head fall back and exposed her throat to me. “I love the sounds you make,” I whispered, pushing her hair off her shoulder and trailing wet kisses up her neck.

“Will…” she breathed. I felt her flatten her palm against my pants, feeling my hard cock, ready for her again. I pressed her hand against it roughly where I held her wrists. Her fingers flexed around me and she panted in my ear.

I used her wrists as leverage and twisted her around to face the mirror, her back against my chest. I yanked her other strap down her shoulder with one hand and put the other one where I knew she wanted me. She looked like every wet dream I’d ever had: perfect tits on display, dress rucked up so I could see her golden thighs, my hand pressed between them. She watched with hooded eyes, lips parted, as I slipped my fingers through her folds and circled her clit.

“I love the way you feel inside,” I said, curving my fingers and sliding two inside her. She turned her face into my neck and moaned. I added a third and she opened her legs to let me go deeper.

“Look at us, baby,” I said. Her eyes met mine in the mirror. “I love the way you look in my arms.” Her arm came up to curve around with her hand on the back of my neck as her body rolled to meet my fingers over and over until she was right on the edge. “Let me commit you to memory. I love the way you come, Isa.”

She turned her head and her shoulders just slightly, bringing her other hand around to pull my face to hers and she kissed me with her whole body as she came, thighs shaking, jaw going lax.

I felt emotional all at once and gathered her up in my arms, this woman who was so precious to me. We only had hours left and I had so much to say, so much to show her. I wanted her to have enough of me to keep for seven months and I wanted everything she would give me in case it didn’t.

I laid her on the bed and crawled over her, kissing her face and her collarbones and the space between her breasts. I ran my tongue over her nipples as she ran her fingers through my hair. I squeezed my eyes shut tight.

“Will…” she said, “it’s okay.”

I was crying but I wasn’t sad, I just couldn’t stop. I grabbed her ass and kissed her stomach. She clawed at the back of my shirt to pull it over my head as I stood up. My belt was still undone from the elevator so I made quick work of my shoes and pants, while Louisa tugged her dress down her hips and flung it across the room with her foot. I wiped my cheek with my shoulder, but I didn’t really care that she could see. I loved her and I didn’t want to leave her. I was done hiding.

By the time I sunk inside her I was needy as fuck. I wanted to consume her. I’d never made love to a woman before, not really. Never like this. I wasn’t in control. I just let my body tell her all of my secrets. That all of the things I thought I wanted meant nothing if I didn’t have her. I kissed her wet cheeks, not knowing or caring if they were her tears or mine.