When I finally pulled away, she laughed with me, the sound reverberating against my skin. We were both crazed with need. She pushed me away, ripping my shirt out of her way and rubbing her hands underneath. The touch alone was enough to tighten my balls. She squirmed back and forth as I continued rubbing her wet mound.
Everything about her was exciting, including the scent of her exposed hunger. My mouth watered from the thought of sucking her dry, making her come time and time again until she lay spent and unmoving.
When I began to peel her panties off, she jerked back, gasping as her eyes darted back and forth. “You’re crazy.”
“Very much so.” I didn’t stop what I was doing, taking my time to roll the thin material down her legs.
She pressed her hands against the steel paneled wall while I navigated the slender openings past her tall heels. Her legs looked glorious in them and I couldn’t help myself, brushing the rough pads of my fingers along the insides of both.
Her pussy glistened, completely soaked. I reveled in the moment, barely thinking clearly. The sight of her alone had me ignoring all sense of reality. “You’re wet for me.”
“Yes.” She pressed her hand over her mouth as she laughed. Her eyes lit up with fire once again as I brought the lace to my mouth, inhaling deeply.
Every inch of her throbbed with want.
Her scent was far too intoxicating, the fragrance easily lingering long after we’d disappear.
“I need you,” she admitted.
“I know, baby. I know. You’re going to get everything you crave.”
I dropped to my knees and her body went rigid even as her arm folded around the material scooped around her waist.
She continued to tremble, goosebumps forming and shifting on her arms and legs. Her nervousness was delightful and nothing would stop me from taking her right here.
Her pussy continued glistening, more so as she opened her legs even wider. I sensed her embarrassment from the sharp sounds escaping her mouth.
The lust coursing through me was making it difficult not to drive my aching cock deep inside her tight pussy. I would, but only after making her come on my tongue. The taste of her was enough to drive any man to his knees.
Redness crawled across her jaw when I gripped her inner thighs. She continuously glanced at the elevator doors as if expecting the fire department to pry them open at any second. She seemed to forget we owned the resort.
“Fuck,” she muttered as soon as I blew a swath of hot air across her pretty pink cunt.
“Are you dripping for me, my sweet virtuoso?”
“Don’t tease me.”
I smacked two fingers against her pussy lips. “Answer the question.”
“Bastard,” she said, laughing. “Yes. One thousand percent yes.”
“That’s the way I plan on keeping you, hot and wet all over.” When I flicked my tongue across her clit, she rose onto her toes, her hand finding my hair. With a sharp tug, the slight creation of pain was nothing more than gasoline.
She wiggled in my hold every time I swirled my tongue around her tender bud. I took my time, enjoying the sweetness and the feel of having her in my hands.
I rolled both thumbs across her pussy lips, enjoying the way she lolled her head to the side. The rush of shame remained, but I could tell by the way her body reacted she had no intentions of stopping me.
After dragging my tongue down the length of her pussy, I took the time to kiss and lick the insides of her thighs. I moved from one side to the other, every dart of my tongue creating sweeping moans that filled the dense space. The slow and languid kisses seemed to drive her wild. Her body bucked while she tried to stifle moans.
The way she was fisting my hair was another plea not to stop, but I needed her to tell me.
“What do you want, Marissa?” My voice boomed in the elevator, loud enough her eyelids fluttered open.
“I need this.”
“Not good enough.”
“I need you.”