Once inside, his hand seared through my clothes, getting rid of the coat, and the inner white shirt. Gasping as he latched his mouth on my neck, I struggled to get him out of his own coat. “Oh,” I groaned as he swiftly undid my bra, continuing his downward trail of kisses.
“Richard.”
“Huh?”
“My name is Richard.” He growled against my body, “Say it.”
“Oh Richard,” I shrieked, my eyes lolling back as he fixed his mouth on the peak of my breast, causing my waist to buck. “Richard,” I said again, but in agonized impatience this time, digging my hands into his hair as I stood trapped against the wall in the living room.
He continued his delicious assault for a few moments longer, then it seemed that even he could wait no longer. With quick, expert movements, he discarded the rest of his clothing, gripped my waist with his large, manly hands, and hoisted me up.
I had no choice but to wrap my leg around his shoulder, effectively bringing my slick, wet, pulsing folds right against him.
Gasping at his sheer size, I rested the back of my head against the wall, bringing both hands to his face, unable to think. “Richard...”
He wasted no more time.
In a slow, sensual movement, he pushed himself within me and the world seemed to stop. There was a slight pain at first, followed by a feeling of intense fullness. But I clutched his back, keeping myself at his mercy, and soon enough, I was riding the waves of ecstasy with this stranger.
My head lolled to the back and I grunted, gasping as both our voices bounced around the spacious living room.
Richard held me, led me, molded me with desire and I, his willing victim, was powerless to stop the onslaught.
Chapter Three
Richard
What time is it?
I slowly opened my eyes to the sound of my phone vibrating against the table beside the bed, blinking groggily.
Roving my eyes around the white ceiling overhead, the sleek black and beige décor of the hotel room, the white sheets covering me and finally, the mass of blonde hair spilled across the pillow onto my chest, I smiled at the woman who lay by my side.
Rachel Ivy.
Raising my hand to that blond hair, I slowly tucked it behind her ear, revealing her face. Such an innocent name, for an innocent face.
Her eyes were closed soundly in sleep, lips slightly puckered because of her sleeping position. The memory of how active that mouth had been all through the night came and I smiled.
What a woman!
After years of being with women of different types, I’d honestly begun to believe that no one could match my libido.
But after meeting Rachel, I stood corrected.
She’d taken me in every way possible. Not only that, but she’d also given just as much as she took, meeting my passion thrust for thrust and never for once letting go or complaining, even when we did try the more unusual positions.
Just from looking at her, I began to feel myself harden and that monster between my legs raised its head in response.
Diving in, I placed my lips on her forehead, slowly planting a trail of kisses down her face, to her lips… inevitably waking her up.
“Uhhnnn…” She groaned, shifting her body on the bed as she slowly began to wake up. Smiling, I kept on kissing down her neck, slowly approaching the rest of her naked body.
She opened her eyes.
“Richard.” She groaned… or moaned. I couldn’t really tell the difference. All I knew was that I was enjoying this more than any morning coffee I’d ever had. I opened my mouth and slightly nipped a sensitive place on her neck, swirling my tongue around the spot.
“Ahh… come on… it’s early.” She brought up her hand to my head. But instead of pushing me away, she kept it there.
“I know, sunshine.” I whispered against her skin, my hands now making their way down her body, “Good morning, beautiful.”
She giggled as I approached a ticklish spot, writhing below me on the bed. Fully exposed to my eyes, there was nothing covering her body from me now. I smiled, giving her a devilish wink as I slid my hand down her soft, luscious curvy and damn sexy body.
“Come on” She playfully swathed my hands away, “What’s the time?”
Casting a quick, cursory glance at the alarm clock on the table beside the bed, I said, “9:27 am.”
“Oh shit! Nine o’clock? Are you bloody serious?” She gasped, her movements immediately seizing as she screamed.
Suddenly sitting up, she untangled her limbs from mine, whipping her head from side to side. Her clothes were strewn all over the floor and she immediately went after them, one after the other.
“Wait, what’s wrong?” I asked, furrowing my eyebrows as I sat up and ran a hand through my hair. Watching her run around the room as different cuss words fell out her mouth, I sighed. Rachel… She’d been so innocent when we met that seeing her ruffled like this was… heartwarming.
Heartwarming? I raised my eyebrows, instantly banishing that inward and very unwelcome assessment.
“I’m so sorry, Richard,” She said as she hopped around, almost fully dressed, her shoe in hand. “I have an assessment today and I was supposed to be there by 7:30 am to prepare for everything but now I’m so freaking late I don’t know what I’m gonna do. I’m so, so, so, so sorry I…” She smiled nervously, casting another glance at the alarm clock before rushing to pick up her bag. “…have to leave now. Where the hell is my purse?”
“Oh…It’s… It’s fine.”
I’d barely said those words when she finally found the purse under the bed. With another glance towards me, she smiled, waved a hand and promptly ran out of the room.
The room suddenly became so silent, so fast. I looked at the ruffled part of the bed
