He took her mouth again, fiercely, possessively. He owned her in that moment. Hell, he had since he showed up at her hotel room well over a year before and she’d let him in, knowing they’d fuck.
His taste filled her until she nearly overflowed with it and yet she held on to him, let him plunder her. He finally tore his mouth free. ‘Goddamn, I’ve got to fuck you or I’ll die.’ He stood and when she didn’t walk fast enough, still drunk with endorphins and that kiss, he simply picked her up, taking her from the noise of the club and outside where he grabbed a cab. All as she remained tucked in his arms.
She perked up a bit in the cab on the way back to the Palisades and then at the Concierge desk where she found four tickets to a very swanky New Year’s Eve party being thrown at one of the most exclusive nightclubs in town.
He looked at the envelope as she chatted about the party and then took the keycard from her other hand. ‘Yeah, nice. Here, move so I can get the door open.’
Once they were in the suite he hustled her towards her room and slammed the door. The look on his face was feral as he tore the clothes from his body. She stepped to him, gently moving his hands and took over.
‘Let me. Let me take care of you like you take care of me.’ She kissed over every bit she revealed as she undressed him. Licked across tight nipples, dragged her nails up his sides and down across his lower belly.
His cock was hard. So hard it tapped his stomach, the head glistening with pre-come. Irresistible. She licked over it, tasting the salt of his body and he jerked in response before hauling her up to her feet.
‘I will be happy to come in your mouth another time. But now, I want to be inside your cunt when I blow. This lap dance will be the way I was imagining back at the club.’
He sat in a nearby chair and tipped his chin in her direction. She reached back and flipped on the iPod she had plugged into portable speakers and hit the fuck me mix. While he watched she stepped out of her panties and approached him.
She stepped one foot up on the chair, opening herself up, showing him what he did to her. Idly he reached out to draw a fingertip through her pussy, up around her clit, still sensitive, and then up to her mouth where he smeared her honey on her lips.
Straddling him, she rubbed her bare cunt over his cock, also bare, until he gave a frustrated half-growl. Licking her lips, she rose up enough to grab the base of his cock, angle him just so and sink down hard and fast.
‘Yes. That’s the motherfucking way. Sink that cunt down onto me, darling Kate.’
Such a beautiful, cultured man, such a gorgeous face and what a filthy, dirty mouth. She loved it.
Dix watched, felt as she undulated on him, rolling her hips, keeping him deep inside her pussy while the music played. First one strap of the dress slid down over the shoulder and off, then the other until those marvellous breasts were bared.
‘This time, I’m touching.’ He rolled and pinched her nipples until her inner muscles clenched and fluttered around his cock. Until her eyes blurred and he watched a bead of sweat roll down her neck.
He was close. So close he very nearly just went into the bathroom at the club and rubbed one out to relieve himself. Instead, he’d waited as she’d curled into him on the cab ride back. Her body heavy and relaxed against him. The heady scent of her pussy had tickled his nose as his cock throbbed to the beat of his pulse.
‘I want you to come inside my cunt,’ she whispered, her voice taking on that fevered edge he craved to create.
‘Finger it for me first.’ He reached down and spread her labia. She was slick and dark there, primed. Her clit was swollen and they both groaned when her middle finger slid around it. Her pussy tightened around him, seizing as she pleasured herself as it pleasured him to watch.
‘I’m not taking my time, Dix. You feel so good.’ Her eyes dropped to half mast, stoned with pleasure. Greedy. So greedy and it only turned him on more.
‘Good. Because I’m really close.’ And she did that thing. That thing where she moved in tight circles, pressing down against him to keep him deep, using his cock to stir within her. The wet, superheated walls of her cunt surrounded him, caressing, stroking, until she started to come and that nearly impossible to resist clutch became unbearably good and he lost it. Hurtled into climax with her, holding her tight, down against him as it kept on, wave after wave, until he nearly slid from the chair.
He managed to get them both to the bed where they lay quietly, regaining their breath. She wriggled from the dress, sitting up to toss it in a nearby chair, turning the music off while she was within reach.
‘If I go to sleep, please feel free to wake me in a few hours with sex,’ she mumbled, turning her body into his. Burrowing into him, her head finding its place, pillowed on his biceps, fitting just beneath his chin. Right where she was meant to be.
‘I love you, Katherine.’
‘Mmm, me too.’ She snuggled in, her nose snuffling into him, making him smile at how silly and tender she made him feel even as he was ready to fuck her again. Even as he wanted to tie her up and keep her with him and simply make the choice to move in together at last.
He’d bring it up when they woke up. New Year’s Eve was in a few hours. He’d fuck her, bathe her and feed her, maybe not in that
