Page 38 of Sexting Mr. CEO

He guides himself to my entrance. I open my legs wider, then hook them around him, pulling him with my body, guiding him inside. He snarls as he slides his entire length into me, sounding like a beast finally free of its chains, like he's done with the suits and the boardrooms, and all he wants is me.

I hold him close, my nails finger gripping him hard. We move together as if meant to be. Nothing and nobody else will ever affect me this way. Nothing and nobody else will ever make me sparkle like this. No one has ever made me feel this wanted and desired like he does. Just him.

I'm like one of the characters in my books as I bite down on his neck, tasting his sweat, tattooing my man with my teeth, sinking my fingernails into his back. He groans and thrusts even harder, the mattress squeaking as he moves in and out of me.

He pushes deep inside, bringing me closer to the edge, the orgasm approaching like a promise.

"Your body is talking to me," he gasps. "Your pussy is pulsing tight, telling me how fucking close you are."

His firm chest glides against my naked breasts, both of us slick with sweat, the heat making us slide against each other. Both of us are burning up, smoldering.

"Yes," I pant, moving even faster, chasing the release.

Confidently, purposefully, with intent. I can't believe it, but I'm doing it: being the woman I always secretly hoped I could be.

When the orgasm overtakes me, I'm not shy about it. I let out a loud moan of passion. He leans back to look down at me. I stare into his eyes as I moan, rocking my hips fast, grinding up and down his hard length.

My core burning. My soul singing. And then it all somehow gets sweeter when he groans and his eyes widen, his own release coming.

I reach up, holding his face in my hands, our bodies becoming one as we rock together. We stare into each other's eyes. Lose ourselves in each other.

When he explodes, he collapses against me, gasping, kissing my ear. I hold him tightly, saving this moment like a file to a hard drive, determined not to forget every twitch of his body as he shudders inside me.

After, he pulls away, takes off the condom and puts it in the trash. He turns back to me naked, a smile on his face.

"You better get dressed."

Lying on my side, I'm shocked by how sexy I feel, how in control. I've read phrases like,'He looked at her like she was the only woman he could imagine being with.'I've fantasized about those words, wishing they could apply to me one day. Now, they do.

"You don't like me like this, hmm?"

He glides his hand up my side, caressing my ass. "I love you like this," he groans.

Love. The word fills the room, floods it with meaning. But he wasn't talking about love like that, obviously. I can't go from telling him a relationship will never work to dwelling on the freaking L-word.

"But I don't want you to miss the show."

"When you mentioned a show, I thought it was a euphemism for this."

He grins. "No. I've got a surprise for you. Get dressed. Wait here. And don't come out until I tell you, okay?"

"Okay, Mr. Mysterious."

He quickly gets dressed and leaves the bedroom. As I get dressed, I look around the palatial room, reflecting on the fact I'm sitting on a four-poster bed. Being with Luke for who he is, that's been the highlight of this trip. But I'd be lying to myself if I claimed the helicopter rides, the views, and the sheer majesty of everything hasn't influenced me.

Does a girl have to feel guilty for being spoiled every once in a while? As far as I'm concerned, that's a hell to the no.

Entering the en-suite, I fix my hair, smiling at my reflection. I've never been this confident. There's something about being with Luke that just makes me feel so feminine. I love being his fascination.

He returns to the bedroom, looking giddy. "Okay, it's time."

When he walks up behind me and covers my eyes, I laugh in delight.

"You've already surprised me with a private Grand Canyon trip," I say. "You don't have to?—"

"That's where you're wrong," he cuts in, leading me blind from the room... I trust him to lead. "With you, Sparkplug, I have to. I feel compelled. I feel like there's no choice. It's a hunger that won't take no for an answer."

He leads me through the suite and out onto the balcony.

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