Page 78 of Long Time Coming

“Yeah, no.” I shake my head, then nod like a lunatic. “I’m good. Happy to see you.”

“Aw, I’m happy to see you, too.” She glances at my plate. “You’re not hungry?”

“No.” I set the napkin on the plate. “How about you?”

“I’m already stuffed.” Sitting back, she rubs her stomach. “I’m full of gummy bears and had lunch on the plane.”

Just what I wanted to hear. “Let’s get out of here, then.” I catch our server’s attention. “Check?”

We needed to get out of there. I was starting to sweat waiting for the check. Pris is convinced I have a touch of food poisoning and is concerned about whether we should stop for something over the counter to settle a sour stomach.

After telling her I’m fine fifty times, she’s relieved to see color return to my face. My heart starts to regulate, and by the time we reach the lobby, I’m breathing so much easier.

We say hello to the overnight doorman on the way to the elevator. As soon as that door closes, she’s on me—leg hiked up on my thigh, arms around my neck pulling me to her, and her lips crashing into mine.

She only had one cocktail. If this is the result, I can only imagine if she were drunk.

The elevator dings, and the doors open. I don’t bother peeling her off me. I just pick her up, the skirt of her dress hiked to reveal her ass, and carry her down the hall. Pinning her back to the wall, I keep kissing her while I struggle to get the key in the lock.

The latch clicks, and I push the door open.

Pris rubs against my cock like I’m a man on fire, and she’s the one to put it out. Ironic since she’s to blame for starting the fire in the first place. I kick the door closed, then attack her neck, nipping and kissing, sucking and licking, as I carry her down the hall to the bedroom.

“I missed your mouth on me so much.” Is that a compliment to the current state of affairs, or is she making a wish? Either way, I’m granting it.

I toss her on the bed and yank my jacket off, dropping it on the floor. I work on my belt, then start on my pants. “Take off your panties.”

“What about the dress?”

“Doesn’t matter. I want you too much for us to fuck with the clothes.”

She scrunches her nose. “Do you mean fuck with the clothes on, or you want me too much to fuck without taking them off?”

My pants fall to my ankles, and I grin. Not because they dropped, but because she’s so fucking cute. “What do you want to do?”

Lifting onto her elbows, she replies, “I like where this was leading. Surprise me.”

The levity slowed things down but also put it in perspective. I run my thumb over my bottom lip, looking her up and down, and spying the little cotton panties between her legs. I take a heavy breath, then bend before her to take them off myself. I get a glimpse of the pussy I’ve missed so fucking much I can already taste her sweet nectar.

Taking them off one foot and then the other, I stand back up. “Move up the bed and turn over.”

Emotions filter through her expression before she challenges me with a glare. I don’t give in and neither does she. “Take those off,” she demands, her eyes dipping to my dick and back up at me to resume the will of power between us.

I take off the boxer briefs.I was going to anyway.

She grins like she won, then moves higher before turning over. Pressing her head, her tits, and her torso on the bed, she digs her knees into the mattress, advertising her bare ass in the air. I could come from the sight of her, but there’s no way I’m not getting her off first.

I loosen my tie, taking my time to study each angle of my attack. I strip my shirt off and finish getting completely naked. With a plan to execute, I climb on and slip onto my back before sliding between her legs.

She lifts onto her forearms and looks down at me. “What are we doing, Grange?”

“I’m going to enjoy my dessert.” I take her hips and pull her pussy to my lips. The first kiss leaves her gasping. The second deepens, and I’m rewarded with a moan. The third has me nipping at that sweet little bud of hers, causing her to buck against my mouth several times.

Grabbing her hips, I hold her down on top of me and start fucking her entrance with my tongue. I can almost taste the peaches that run through our veins at the Pass, the juice that has me licking my lips and going back for more, and when her body tightens and fucks my tongue right back, I fall for her all over again.

She bounces on top of me, her body becoming more erratic as she nears her release. I don’t want to slow the momentum, but she needs to be fucked properly. I sit up, flipping her beside me. Her face is flushed, her breathing heavy, her body squirms with need for me. “Tagger,” she begs.

“I’ll take care of you, babe. Such good care.” I tug the straps of her dress down, revealing her tits and those perfect hard nipples to me. I suck one and then the other as her legs rub together beneath me, seeking the relief I denied her earlier.

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