She's all that exists in the world right now and I want to be so far into her, lose myself so deeply into her, that it takes an act of God to separate us.
My hands find the curves of her ass and I cup them, squeezing, appreciative of her continued pantiless style. She moans, my palms dragging roughly across her skin to her hips. My fingers dip into the curve of her body, her own finding the small of my back, her nails digging into me. Her fingertips trace a line across my lower back, leaving a rush of sparking skin beneath.
This woman is going to kill me.
“You don’t mind I showed up here, do you?” she breathes.
I lean back and look into her eyes. “I couldn’t be more happy that you did.”
“Hux left and I just needed to see you. I needed this peace I feel when I’m with you.”
My lips find hers and press against them tenderly. “I needed it too.”
“You know what else I need?” she asks.
“Whatever you need, I’ll deliver.”
“I need you inside me, Barrett.”
That’s all it takes for her to go from sweetheart to siren.
Pulling her hands from around me, I nearly drag her across the room.
"Barrett!" she laughs, having trouble keeping up in her heels.
I bring her around a corner next to the sauna, the air pierced with only our breathing. A long table sits next to it for massages. I pull her in front of me, kiss her quickly on the lips, and turn her away to face the wall.
"Grab the edge of the table," I order, my voice giving away just how worked up I am. "And hold on."
A quick breath escapes her throat, but she complies. I take a second to take in how fucking sexy she looks while she waits on me to fuck her.
My cock hardens, throbs, as I take in her nude heels, her thick, tanned legs, and the way the bottom of her ass cheeks peek from beneath the hemline of her dress bent over like this. I palm my cock and stroke it as she glances at me over her shoulder.
"You look so fucking good, Ali."
Her cheeks flush, but a sexy grin slips across her lips. "Then what are you waiting for, Mr. Landry?" She leans further across the table, baring her ass for me. She taunts me, shaking it from side to side. “I asked you to get inside me. Do I need to ask again?”
I drop my shorts to the floor and stand directly behind her. Rubbing my cock up her slit, I coat myself with her wetness. I suck in a breath and fight the urge to bury myself in her immediately.
Her breath catches in her throat at the contact. Her back is to my front. My breath on the back of her neck results in a quiet sigh escaping her lips. I press my tongue against her skin and drag it slowly to just below her ear. Her skin heats up immediately, her heartbeat now pounding, matching mine. I nip the delicate skin under her ear before pulling away.
"Barrett . . .” she begs, widening her stance.
I grab the zipper between her shoulder blades and drag it down her body. As the cool air touches her skin, she gasps. I unsnap her bra, leaving her entire back exposed.
"Let it all fall," I demand. She stands, still facing the wall, and the garments slowly pool at her feet.
My cock is pulsing, demanding attention, and I feel like I'm about to go off just looking at her. Her skin is creamy and soft, unblemished perfection. I drag a finger from the nape of her neck down her spine, her body rolling beneath my touch. It's intimate and sensual, and I could watch her reaction to me always.
I cup her breasts from behind. Her nipples harden and I tug on them, twirling them between my fingers. Her head falls back on my shoulder, her eyes shut, mouth open.
"Bend over again," I whisper into her ear.
She stretches out, grabbing the edge of the table. I touch her opening with the tip of my finger. Her hips press back against it.
"Eager, are we?" I ask.
"Stop fucking with me and fuck me," she demands.
I tsk, reaching out and pressing one hand on the small of her back. "We'll get to that. But you're going to have to learn patience, Ms. Baker."
She groans, pulling her hair away from her face. "I've needed you for days. Don't make me wait. Please, make me know we’re okay."
Hearing her say that, I nearly combust. I gather a pool of moisture on my finger from her slit. She's dripping wet for me, her tight body begging for my cock that's throbbing to be in her pussy.
I spread her wetness around lazily, watching her sweet ass move against my hand, before crouching down behind her. Increasing the pressure on her back, more symbolic than actually restraining, she flattens against the table. Her eyes find mine over her shoulder. Holding her gaze, I taste her sweetness, feeling her shiver as my tongue touches her opening. She rocks back against my face, desperate for contact.
She rocks back again and I press my thumb over her ass. As she rotates back, she feels the pressure. She half yelps, but the hitch in her breathing tells me she's not against it.
I suck on her clit, working my mouth against her velvety folds as my thumb puts the slightest pressure on her ass.
"Barrett . . .” My name is a moan, a pleading, a begging for more.