It seemed to Colten as if the elevator took an age to get to the third floor. Eventually, a bell rang and the door opened. “This is me,” Avaline said. “I can manage from here.”
“No way. Look what happened to you in LA when you were left on your own.”
“Colten, I'm in a luxury London hotel. I'm hardly going to get mugged between here and my room.”
Colten wasn't having it. He got out of the elevator and proceeded to escort her to her room. Outside room 315, she stopped and looked for the key in her bag.
“Thank you for a wonderful evening. I will remember it for a long time,” she said.
Colten snatched the key card from her hand and shoved it into the slot. The lock clicked, and he pushed the door open.
“What are you...?”
“I've had enough of this. I want you and I'm going to have you. I'm going take what I want, and you're going to enjoy it.”
“But I told you—”
Colten pulled her into the room and pushed her face first against the wall. He closed the door with his foot and leaned against her back. He put his mouth on her neck and kissed it.
“You want it as much as I do, so stop playing games with me. You're teasing me, and I've had more than my fill of it.”
She felt his hand at the hem of her dress and soon her buttocks were exposed to the cool air in the room. He pulled her string off in one easy movement and put his hand over her vulva.
“As I thought, you're wet as hell. Now tell me you don't want me.” Avaline didn't say anything. The authority in his voice and the way he'd ripped her panties off had turned her on. “Come on, tell me. You want it too, don't you?” He let his fingers massage her womanhood as he kissed her neck again.
“Damn you. Yes, I want it. But I want more than a quick screw. If I let you take me, that's it; I want it all. I'm not one of your cheap whores.”
“I've told you, you can have it all. Whatever you want.” His free hand reached around and pulled one of her breasts out of the flimsy dress. Her nipple was already hard.
“I want love, respect, and your affection.”
He pulled her from the wall and threw her onto the bed. He got on top of her and kissed her. “You got it, babe. You got it all. Now just let me fuck you for Christ’s sake.”
She kissed him back and put her arm around his neck. With his body on top of hers, she could feel his erection pressing against her belly. He pulled away and stood up. He threw his jacket onto the chair in the corner of the room and took off his tie. His shoes and socks followed the jacket.
Avaline sat up and helped him unfasten his shirt. When it slipped off his shoulders, she ran her hands over his smooth skin. She playfully raked her nails over his chest and kissed each of his nipples.
“There's something going on down here,” she said. “Let's see what you've got.” She lowered his zipper and put her hand inside his pants and then into his shorts. “Now that's a cock,” she whispered as she felt how long and thick he was.
He smiled and reached down to her dress. He unfastened the halter and let it fall from her breasts. “Nice,” he whispered as he fondled them. He pulled her hand out of his pants and slid them, and his shorts, down past his thighs. Avaline slipped out of the dress and lay on the bed, naked. When he was ready, he lay down next to her and pulled her onto him. She straddled him and slipped him inside her with a low moan. She stayed still and bent down to kiss him.
“So you like a woman on top?” she asked.
“I want to look at you. I want to see your face and your tits.” He thrust his hips up, encouraging her to move. And move she did. She bucked up and down on him, pressing her pubic bone against his shaft. He played with her breasts, flicking his thumb over her nipples. She increased the pace, her hips moving back and forth as fast as she could manage. When he reached behind her and groped her buttocks, she let out a loud moan and slumped in a shaking heap on top of him. He put his strong arms around her and flipped her onto her back. He lay still until her orgasm was over. Then he entered her again. This time, he was in charge, and he began to thrust into her with hard strokes that made her gasp. He was heavy on her but warm, and she loved the intimacy. She loved the coarse feel of the hair on his thighs and the feel of his face as she ran her fingers over his cheeks. He was an intense lover who demanded she open her legs as wide as she could and take him into her. He was a man, a real man, the kind of man she'd always wanted. Now that he was between her legs, she wanted him to stay there forever.
He rammed her harder, his lust overflowing. She fought back, wrapping her legs around his back and thrusting her hips up, demanding his seed. He began to sweat, and she loved the scent of him.
“Come on,” she said. “Take me with you.” She reached down and touched herself.