The moment my door closes behind us, she's in my arms again.
Her kiss is hungry, desperate, just like I feel.
I lift her against me, her legs wrapping around my waist as I carry her to my bedroom.
It's sparse but clean.
"Not exactly the Ritz," I murmur against her throat.
She laughs, the sound vibrating against my lips. "It's perfect. It's yours."
I lay her on the bed, pausing to drink in the sight of her.
Her hair splayed across my pillow, eyes bright with desire, lips swollen from my kisses.
"I want to remember every inch of you." I reach into my bedside drawer for a condom.
Her hands work at my shirt buttons. "I want you so bad.”
It’s not that I’ve never heard a woman say she wants me, but the words from Valentina hit me differently.
I feel it down to my bones, in my very soul.
I undress her slowly, savoring her body as it’s exposed.
She does the same to me, her hands exploring every inch of me until I’m delirious with desire.
I pull her over me. “Take what you want, baby.”
She straddles my thighs, biting her lips as she rests her hands on my chest. “I don’t know what to do.”
“What do you want to do?”
Her gaze goes to my dick, and it twitches in anticipation.
She wraps her hand around it, stroking me like I showed her before.
“Is that all?” I ask, knowing it won’t be long before I come.
“I want you in me.”
I roll the condom on and then pull her hips over mine. “Then take me.”
She slides over me, and it’s so fucking good, I can barely keep from rolling us both over and taking her hard and fast.
But I resist because she needs to experience everything.
And she needs control.
“Now what?”
“Whatever you want. Ride. Rock. Whatever feels right.”
She rocks once and I groan.
She rides up and then down.
“Fuck… so good.” I lever up, taking her tits into my hands, pulling one into my mouth and sucking.