She grins and wedges her hand under my chest to nudge me back. I lift up, and her eyes and hands trail down my chest. She makes a small approving noise.
I reach for the bottom of her shirt and tug it up as she peels out of the jacket. The shirt comes off next. I unhook her bra, and she scrambles out of it then latches her lips back to mine. Her tongue slides into my mouth, warm and delicious. I catch the back of her head with one hand, pulling her closer until her breasts are tight against me.
My other arm wraps around her waist as I guide her onto my lap facing me. I work down her collarbone then go for the lovely, soft mounds. They perk right to attention. Parts of me are perked too, straining to find a nice warm place.
I trail my lips down her chest bone as she arches back. Her abdomen flutters a little, and her breath hitches. Something tells me there won't be a long wait for an invitation inside.
My arms tighten around her to brace her as I maul down her stomach. I give a small bite under her navel, right before the waist of her pants. Her hips rock toward me. I lower my mouth to her crotch and tease her with firm nibbling. Her body clenches, her pelvis tilting.
With a grin, I bring her back in for another long, deep kiss. As much as I would like to yank off her pants and see if she can remember my name, I kind of enjoy prolonging it. She's definitely a finer entree, and not just physically. She's somehow coy and bold at the same time. I never realized before how great of a combination that could be.
It's such a shame I'm going to have to throw her out later in a way that guarantees she will never bother to contact me again.
I lie back on the bed so she is straddling my waist. The position isn't by accident. She rubs her hips against me, and my mind fixates on one thought: how fast her jeans need to come off.
I'm already undoing the button and zipper. So much for prolonging. She raises to her feet, towering above me. As she works her pants down, a glimpse of a tattoo peeks from the top of her panties. The further she undresses, the more the ink is revealed until she steps out of her jeans and tosses them to the floor.
Two enormous roses spread across her toned right thigh. Leaves poke just over her hip bone. The entire image is a stunning display. She begins to lower back down to me, but I motion for her to stay in place for a moment longer.
She smiles, but looks away. I might be too drunk and tired to keep her up the rest of the night, but I'll give it a go.
I reach up and grab her hand, tugging her back down. Her hair falls forward as she plants her hands on either side of me. In one motion, I hook my arm around her waist and flip her to her back, reversing roles.
She squeaks in surprise, but I cut off any words with my tongue in her mouth. I deepen the kiss as I wedge between her legs and push against her. I'm so damn hard. She rocks her hips, and it's on. I pull back, yank off her panties and toss them aside, then spread her thighs and French kiss between them. She sounds surprised, then her fists clutch the blankets. I move in deeper.
“Oh, God,” she gasps. “Oh, my god, Dimitri.”
Look at that. She does remember my name.
My tongue prods so many delicious places, some with better responses than others, my hands pinning her thighs wide apart against the bed. Intoxication swirls my brain, but I can't tell if it's the alcohol or the fact this gorgeous woman is nearing the point of breaking already.
When I pull away, her thighs come together, and she squirms as I strip the rest of the way down. She lifts her head with a gasp, then her eyes focus somewhere that is not my face.
She lays her head back against the mattress with a soft moan. I crawl over her, hook one of her legs on my hip, and slide in. Her breathing quickens. All sorts of wonderful contractions spread through her and transfer to me.
My fingers go to the areas my tongue mapped out and caresses the soft folds. She moans and squirms a little. I thrust into her harder even though I can't take much more of it. The intoxication in all its forms is getting the best of me. I spread her apart and make circular motions, growing faster as her gasps become more desperate.
I consider pulling away, just to watch her reaction, but the game is about over. Instead, I give her what she's wanting, and she gives me a spectacular show of arched back and beautiful spasms in return.
I lean over her and wrap her body against mine. Her lips are soft but demanding as she kisses me, her hands on my shoulders. I fuck her until the intoxication takes over, and I find myself gasping into her neck.
Heart thudding, but body relaxing, I roll off and settle beside her. We are quiet for a while, staring at the ceiling fan.
Then, she looks over at me. “I'm gonna go wash up, okay?”
I nod and indicate the bathroom door, like she couldn't figure that out on her own. As soon as she's up, I stand and pull back the covers, then drop onto the sheet.