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A man glances back at her and smiles, but he turns around real quick when I glare at him. Ligaya looks over her shoulder. She’s much shorter when she doesn’t have her heels on, so she has to crane her neck to hold my gaze.
Once we’re alone, I spin her around and fuse our mouths. I’ve been patient, holding back while we’re in public. I’m starved for her. All week I had been dreaming of kissing Ligaya, grabbing her ass, burying my head between these gorgeous breasts.
Finally, the elevator doors open to our floor. She pulls me down the hallway and lets us in.
“Ate?” she calls out.
“She went home,” I inform her.
“You two were in cahoots this whole week.”
Ever practical, Ligaya takes the food I had forgotten I’m carrying and places it in a fridge tucked away by the liquor cabinet. Smart woman. We’ll be building up an appetite tonight.
I lift her in my arms, and she digs her nails into my neck, clinging desperately. Her tongue sticks out to lick the sweat on my neck and she hums. She tugs off my tie as I lower her to the couch. We frantically unbutton my shirt. She goes for my pants, but I stop her.
“Stand up,” I order. “Let me see more of this dress before I rip it off and fuck you on every surface of this suite.”
We switch places, me on the couch and Ligaya on her feet. She flits to the end of the room and runs her hands over each side of her hair. A shampoo model pose that has my body buzzing. It’s torture and heaven to watch her hands glide down her sides and then up to cup those heavy breasts. Her nipples are candy hard. My mouth waters with the expectation of how delicious they’ll be.
With hypnotic sensuality, Ligaya glides closer till she’s in front of me. Unexpectedly, she goes on her knees.
“I have this new craving.”
“Yeah?” I sound like I swallowed glass.
She nods and reaches to unbuckle my belt. This time, I don’t stop her. I can’t wait to see those polished red nails around my cock. She pulls down my pants and my cock springs free, stiff and beading with moisture. There are no words to describe the sight of Ligaya in slack-jawed desperation to get her mouth around my cock.
“This is the only thing that will satisfy my craving.”
“Then take it, sweetheart. It’s all yours.”
She envelops my hardness with her hot mouth. I hiss at the pleasure. One of my hands grips the couch roughly while the other tangles in her hair. I don’t want to tug too hard, but her eager suction is a drug. Everything about her is intoxicating: the sight of her pretty lips stretched to the extreme, the slight crease on her forehead as she struggles to fit me all the way in, the trickle of moisture down her chin as she chokes. Fucking. Gorgeous.
I avert my eyes to the ceiling when she holds me to the back of her throat.
“Stop,” I command. “I don’t want to come yet.”
With the barest of control, I pull out and guide her to her feet.
“Which is your room?” I ask.
She walks in front of me, hand tugging mine. She could lead me into the middle of traffic, and I’d follow her lush curves. Once in the bedroom, she turns to me and reaches behind her neck. The halter top releases, baring her full breasts and taut nipples. I tug at the fabric till the dress pools at her feet. Ligaya is in a lacy thong and nothing else.
“Fuck, you’re so beautiful.” I lead her to the corner of the bed and lay her back, flinging her legs over my shoulders while I kneel on the floor. “You’re not the only one with cravings.”
I tug at her underwear and stare at her pussy, newly waxed.
“Do you like it? I was wearing a bathing suit, so . . .”
“Didn’t it hurt?” I ask.
“No. There was a gentle treatment and—”
“Oh, but it did hurt, sweetheart. Must be sore, huh? I need to kiss it better,” I state confidently. She catches on immediately.
“Will you kiss and make the soreness go away, Tristan? Only you know how to make me feel good.”
Fuck, yeah. Instead of answering with words, I trail my tongue over the smooth creases on each side of her pussy. She wiggles and whimpers “don’t stop” while gripping my hair. I spread her thighs wider and provide slow slides of my tongue through her opening, offering added pressure every time I glide over her clit.
