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If I thought the heels made her legs look good before, then she’s damn near goddess-level now. Her body is incredible. She’s got these strong, broad shoulders which I never really thought would be a sexy feature, but they’re perfection on her.
“You’re so beautiful.” I’m not sure this kind of talk is meant to be part of our one-night, this-isn’t-really-us deal. But I can’t help it, the words are gone before I can contemplate the consequences.
Her gaze drops to the floor for a second, her dark, sooty lashes shielding her expression. She doesn’t know what to think and neither do I. All I know is that I want her. Desperately.
“I feel like we’re not doing very well at this role-play thing,” she says.
“Are you kidding me? That water trick was... Fuck.” I step toward her, my hands zeroing in on her hips. Her skin is soft and silky, and she feels like heaven. “I think you blew every one of my five senses.”
“Four,” she corrects me. “No sight, remember.”
“If you don’t think I’m getting my fill of that right now, then you’re dead wrong.”
We’re in the middle of the hotel room and Hannah’s body is backlit by the cityscape outside the window. Lights sparkle and wink, and off in the distance some fireworks bloom over the Docklands. They’re not close enough to hear, but I spin Hannah around so she can watch.
“Look.” I point, as I guide her to the window. “What a view, right?”
“It’s beautiful,” she breathes. I’m behind her and she presses her palms to the glass. “Fireworks always make me happy.”
The explosions of green and purple and red create silent music in the distance. I lean forward, lining her back with my front. “Keep your hands there.”
I run my fingertip down the length of her spine. Then I curve my hand over her hip, pressing my palm to her stomach before driving it slowly down, and gently delving between her legs. Hannah shifts, widening her stance. Inviting me in. She’s wet. So fucking wet.
I slide my fingers through her pussy, dragging the moisture toward her clit. The sensitive little bud is so swollen, she jerks against my hand with even the softest touch.
“Oh no.” Her head drops back against my shoulder.
I still. “Do you want me to stop?”
“God, no. It’s...” She turns her face and looks up at me shyly. “I have a feeling it’s going to be over way too quickly.”
“Luckily there’s no limit on what we can do tonight. I’m yours until we check out.” I circle her clit with my forefinger, enjoying the way she rubs against me. My cock is nestled against the top of her ass. “All damn night.”
“Good,” she sighs. “Keep going.”
Tremors are already running through her and my fingers are soaked. In the reflection from the glass, I see the faint outline of us. Her legs are wide, and her face is screwed up with pleasure. I, on the other hand, look like a man possessed—eyes wild and hair mussed and jaw tight.
I’m worried the second I sink my cock into that tight pussy I’m going to blow my load quicker than a teenage boy on his first fuck. But like I said, we’ve got all night. I want nothing more than to watch the sun come up while we’re bleary-eyed and satiated and aching all over.
She gasps and rocks against my hand. “I’m going to come.”
“Don’t hold back, baby. Take what you need.” I work her, rubbing my finger against her clit. Faster, a little more pressure, helping her to ride the wave until she’s shuddering, whimpering. Until she’s calling my name like I’m a goddamn deity.
Hannah slumps back against me, aftershocks causing her to tremble. I scoop her up and she loops her arms around my neck, like I’m her last tether to earth. I know, as a guy, making her come should have me feeling high on sexual power. But it’s this—that trusting, easy, sweet way she leans her head against my shoulder—that has the power to break me.
I get to the bedroom, stopping only to retrieve the condom she’s thoughtfully supplied, and slowly lower her onto the plush covers. Then I slip her feet out of her heels, dropping them to the floor one by one. We’ve left a breadcrumb trail across the hotel room—discarded clothes, abandoned items from our “sensory testing” experiment. Now it’s just us with nothing in our way. We’re in a perfect bubble, where yesterday and tomorrow don’t exist.
A thought niggles at me, telling me that it’s naive to think this won’t impact tomorrow. But I’m so far into the fantasy nothing can drag me away. The only thing that could stop me is Hannah herself, but her big brown eyes stare up at me—her lush mouth parted—and she’s a picture of wanton lust.
“I never thought this would happen,” she says, her voice close to a whisper. “I thought you would always be an unfulfilled wish.”
I slide my hands up her thighs, parting her. My thumbs trace circles against her fair skin and she shivers, propping herself up so she can watch. “You should be spending your wishes on someone better.”
I know the second the words are out of my mouth that I’ve said too much.
Hannah cocks her head. “You never struck me as the kind of guy to have an inferiority complex.”
“I don’t.”
