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She squeals, delighted as she wraps her arms around my neck and gives in to me. She presses her body against mine, and I know she’s ready for more. I pull her back up into an upright position and pull her along. When we stop in front of the Plaza Hotel, she gasps in delight.
“When I was a girl, I used to wish I could come to tea here,” she says breathlessly. “I was absolutely obsessed withEloise at the Plaza, and I wished that I could be like her. To know what it felt like to be in charge of everyone. But my mother refused to bring me.”
I laugh, but I have no idea what she’s talking about. Still, if the Plaza is her childhood fantasy, it’s kismet. I’ve booked us a room.
“Would you like to go inside?” I ask her.
Tears spring to her eyes, and she nods reverently. I pull her along, across the street, and through the lobby. I let her take her time, taking in the opulence of the place. This is her childhood dream, after all. I’m not about to rush her. When we get to the elevator, she looks at me skeptically.
“What are you doing?” she asks.
I smile at her and pull her inside, kissing her until she’s breathless.
When we get to our floor, I pick her up and carry her bridal style to our room. I pull the key out of my pocket and open the door for us. She cries out when she sees the room.
I had Edward arrange for the room to be covered in rose petals. In the corner, there’s a bottle of champagne chilling on ice, and a platter of chocolates. Maybe it isn’t tea at the Plaza, but I can tell by her expression that this is better.
I set her down, but she doesn’t let go of my neck, instead turning to kiss me hard. I kiss her back, forcefully, and walk her backward until her knees hit the bed. She immediately sits but doesn’t break our contact, instead pulling me down with her.
We’re sitting on the bed, side-by-side, and I’m already straining against my trousers. It’s been like this all night, but now that I have her alone in our hotel room, I’m not trying to hide it. I grab one of her hands and pull it down so she can feel.
“This is what you do to me,” I whisper against her mouth.
She moans, rubbing her hand against my manhood, feeling the precome gathering there. Then she grabs my hand and pulls it under her skirt. My fingers graze against her underwear and I feel that they’re already soaked too.
“This is what you do to me,” she whispers back, and I plunge my fingers inside of her, causing her to cry out.
“Is this what you want?” I ask her, moving my finger inside of her slowly, making her back arch.
“No,” she whispers breathily.
She moves my hand away and stands up, staring at me seductively. Her hands go to my pants and she unbuckles my belt before pulling it off slowly. Then she unbuttons my pants and carefully reaches her hand in, pulling out my hard dick.
“This is what I want,” she says in a husky voice.
That’s all I need. My hands move to the hem of her dress, pulling it over her head mercilessly. I want nothing between us tonight. I want every inch of me to touch every inch of her, to claim her as my own. My excitement only grows, knowing no one else has ever touched her like this, and no one else ever will. She is mine.
When she’s completely naked and trembling under my touch, I guide her back to the bed and lay her down. I pull my clothes off quickly and kiss up her naked body. She writhes under me, gasping at each new sensation. I want to leave my mark, to show the world that I’ve claimed her as mine.
When I reach her lips, mine crash against hers, finding a frantic, desperate rhythm. It’s all I can do not to come undone right there, but I need to be inside of her, to fill her with my seed. I move my fingers to her wetness, preparing her for my entry. She moans against my touch, and I bury myself inside of her, immediately losing all sense of anything but the way she feels around me.
“Fuck,” I cry out. “Your pussy is so fucking warm and tight.”
She can’t speak, just crying out in pleasure. I thrust against her, testing her, and her hips rise up to meet me. She’s lost in her pleasure, only able to communicate with her body. I pull back and slam into her again, causing her back to arch off the bed.
“More,” she cries out. “I need more.”
I move inside of her faster, adding my fingers to bring her the ultimate pleasure. My lips slide to her collarbone, sucking on her sensitive skin there and ensuring I leave a mark. She belongs to me and no one else. The sounds she makes are mine alone. I kiss her, swallowing the sounds, pulling them inside of me.
When she comes undone, she’s screaming out my name, bucking wildly against my body. She can’t get enough of me, and that brings me to my own release. Bringing her pleasure is the ultimate turn-on for me. I am unhinged by her moans. My seed pours out of me, finding its home inside of her.
We lie there for a long time, catching our breath. When she’s finally able to speak, she simply says: “Holy shit.”
It’s the first time I’ve heard her swear, and it’s incredibly sexy. I lean over and kiss her tenderly, leaving a promise of more.
“I’m happy to prove to you every night that you’re mine,” I tell her. “Every night I’ll have you screaming out my name, begging me to make you come, and one day, you’ll finally admit to yourself what I think you already know.”
She sits up on her elbows and nudges me with her finger. “In your dreams,” she teases.
