Page 88 of Crazy In Love
He was saying all the right things.
I did as he instructed, my eyes falling closed when his fingers traced along the lace of my panties.
“Fuck me. You’re soaked,” he growled against my ear before slipping the fabric to the side and sliding along my slick heat.
My breaths were the only audible sound in the elevator, and I tried desperately to slow my breathing, but I couldn’t.
His lips came down over mine once again, just as he slipped a finger inside me. I gasped into his mouth as our tongues tangled.
Desperate and frantic.
And then he slipped a second finger in, and I nearly came undone right there. I started bucking against him, my fingers tugging on his hair.
Wanting more.
Needing more.
As he fucked me with his fingers relentlessly.
His thumb found my clit, and that was all it took.
My head fell back, and he pulled back to look at me with a sexy grin on his face.
“Come for me, angel.”
And that’s exactly what I did. Bright lights exploded behind my eyes, and my entire body shook and trembled as I cried out my release.
He continued pumping in and out of me, letting me ride out every last bit of pleasure.
I realized I was gripping his sweater, and I slowly let go as my breathing started to slow, my chest still moving up and down as he smiled down at me.
“That’s one. Next time it’s going to be on my lips.” He pulled his hand out and slipped his fingers into his mouth, his gray gaze never leaving mine. “Fucking perfect.”
He adjusted my panties and then my leggings, and then he kissed me once more. “You all right?”
“Never better,” I said. I was no longer nervous. I only wanted more.
He hit the button on the elevator, and it started moving.
I’d say my first fling was off to a roaring good start.
He stopped at my door, which was beside his, and turned to look at me.
“Are we continuing in your room?”
Oh. Ohhhhh. He preferred the woman’s room so he could sneak out after.
Yes. I appreciated knowing up front what I was getting into.
I’d never had a romantic relationship that didn’t include any expectations.
I’d been missing out.
This was freeing in the most unexpected way.
This guy didn’t even like me all that much. He was just here to serve one purpose.
To make me feel good.
