“What is it that I want?” I ask against her skin. “Hmm?”
“Voltaire Telecom,” she whispers.
I’ve got plans that didn’t involve touching her, but I can’t help myself. I slide my hand between her thighs and cup her. I can already feel the wet heat soaking through the crotch of her panties.
“Guess again.”
“Mmm,” she moans, then rocks into my hand.
Do I crave Chloe’s body? Yes. Do I love pleasuring her and taking pleasure from her? Most definitely. But I also want to spend time with her outside the bedroom. And I know with my work schedule, we haven’t spent much time together outside of social events since the weekend in the Hamptons.
I pull my hand back.
“Chloe, I—”
She leans forward and silences me with a kiss. Her arms wrap around my neck, pulling me closer as she climbs into my lap. Her smooth thighs bracket my hips as she presses her center against my erection and the words die on my tongue.
“Did you play WordIt today?” she asks. Her skin is sleep warm and feels amazing underneath my palms.
“I haven’t had a chance.”
“Spoiler alert. It was FUCKME,” she says, unbuckling my belt.
“That’s two words and six letters,” I argue, guiding her tank top over her head.
“You’re quite the wordsmith,” she says, pulling her thong to the side before slowly lowering herself onto my cock. She gasps.
“Jesus, Chloe.” Her slick pussy grips me so fucking tight.
I hold her hips, needing a minute before I can move.
“I’ve been waiting for you to walk through that door and fill me up. I already touched myself thinking about it.”
My dick swells with her confession, and I pull her to me for a kiss.
I think back to a few weeks ago, and how timid Chloe had been about sex. Now, she’s got no issue telling me when and where she wants me to fuck her. It’s the biggest turn on. Right now, even if it means we’re late, there’s no way I’m going to deny her.
I cup her breasts; I’ll never get over how good the weight of her feels in my hands. My mouth captures a nipple, tracing its hard peak with my tongue, then sucking it deep and making her muscles clamp down even harder around my cock.
I grip her ass as I slam up into her hard, matching her rhythm over and over. My index finger teases under the scrap of lace between her cheeks. I move down until I can feel her wetness, where I’m sliding in and out of her, then back up to rim the tight, puckered bud there.
With the next thrust of my cock, my finger presses inside her back entrance.
“Oh. God.” Chloe moans.
Her head falls back. I can tell she’s close from the flush of her skin and the breathy sounds she’s making.
When Chloe’s orgasm hits, her pussy squeezes my cock so tight it’s almost painful. Her muscles pulse over and over, milking me good. One more thrust. That’s all it takes and I’m spilling deep inside her.
She collapses with a satisfied sigh into my chest, and I wrap my arms around her.
“That was…” I can’t even get the words out. I’m completely spent.
“Yup.” Chloe nuzzles my neck. “No words.”
I press my lips to her jaw, and let my hands tangle in her hair for a moment before I lift her head to look at her.
“I’d love to stay in this position all night, but we’ve got somewhere to be.”
“What?” She looks down between us, where I’m still hard inside her. “You’re kidding, right?”
“I was about to tell you, but you distracted me.” I flex inside of her and she bites her lip. Maybe we shouldn’t go. I could stay here, buried inside her all night.
“Ugh, what could we possibly be doing at ten o’clock at night?” Her pout is adorable. And now that the brain fog from my orgasm is subsiding, I remember the plan.
“We’re going on a date.”
“Now?” She lifts herself off me, stands, then waddles to the tissue box on the side table with the grace of a newborn foal.
“I could grab those for you,” I say, not even trying to hide my smile.
“This works. Gravity is part of the process.” She shimmies out of her thong, then shoves a wad of tissues between her thighs. “You could have told me before, now I’m a mess.”
I love that this woman can be incredibly sexy one minute, and adorably awkward the next. It’s by far one of my favorite things about her.
I stand to zip up my pants.
As a means to distract myself from the visual of Chloe completely naked, my cum leaking out of her, I check my watch. “Marcus will be here in a few minutes.”