Page 41 of For Your Eyes Only
Another lick, another plunge of my thumb. I lift my eyes to see her face, and she’s a goddess. Glossy lips parted, her eyes squeeze shut, and her hips nearly fly out of my hand as she comes with a sudden buck, a shuddering moan.
“Fuck fuck fuck…” Her fingers clench over and over in my hair in time with her orgasm.
I circle my tongue again and again, and her ass jumps. Her thighs quiver. She’s pulling me closer, and she tenses like she’s touched electricity. A hand rises to her breast over the dress, and her fingers curl against the shell of fabric as if she wants to rip it free.
My dick leaks at the intensity of her orgasm, at the thought of her touching her breasts while I make her come. I want to take her somewhere and see what she’ll do with my cock inside her.
With a parting kiss to her sweet pussy, I remain on my knees a moment longer. Sliding both hands to her outer thighs, I move them higher to her soft ass, kneading the smooth cheeks as her breathing slowly returns to normal.
“You okay?” Reaching into my pocket, I take out a handkerchief. “Need this?”
She takes it, seemingly embarrassed as she turns to clean the orgasm from her inner thighs. “I’m sorry… I told you I’m not very experienced.”
Rising to my feet, I place my hands on her shoulders. “Why are you apologizing? Do you know how fucking hot you were just now?”
She looks down, moving her hands over her skirt, straightening the fabric. “I made a mess on your face.”
Catching her chin, I lift her eyes to mine. She only glances, blinking away quickly, so I give her a gentle shake. “Look at me.” Another blink, and worried, dark eyes meet mine. “If you’re not making a mess, somebody’s doing it wrong. What happened just now was incredible.”
The rosy flush paints her skin, and a shy smile curls her lips. “It really was.” Her eyes roll around. “Amazing.”
A fist of childish joy hits me in the stomach, and I have the strange urge to laugh. Is this happiness? When is the last time I felt this way? I’m playful and high, thinking I gave her something she’d never had before. I want to know what else she’s been missing.
So I can give it to her.
Releasing her chin, I lean down to kiss her again, pulling her full lips with mine before parting them, sliding our tongues together. Again, she’s right with me, rising onto her toes and kissing me eagerly, pulling me closer by my lapels. She’s as hungry as I am, and my dick can’t get any harder.
“That does it.” I look around us, trying to judge how busy they are. “Come with me.”
Taking her hand, I lead her along the stone walkway to a small courtyard with a blue-tiled fountain and white wrought-iron benches.
“Wait right here. I’m going to get us a room for the night.”
Her eyes widen. “A room?”
Pulling her to me by the waist, I kiss her neck, leaning lower to kiss the top of her pillow breast. “I’m only just getting started with you, beautiful.”
“But, don’t you think… You think they’ll have a vacancy?”
“This place has more than five hundred rooms. I’m sure they’ll have one for us.” Lifting her hand, I grin as I press her knuckles to my lips. “I’ll order champagne. Give me five minutes.”
Hesitating before I step inside the lobby, my eyes drink in her graceful form in that gorgeous dress standing in front of the fountain. She’s breathtaking.
Her eyes meet mine, and my chest shifts. I don’t remember the last time I felt this way, like I don’t give a shit about all the personal baggage I’m juggling back home. Nothing matters except this night and her in my arms.
“I need a deluxe guest room for the night. No bags.” I slide my black AMEX across the counter.
The agent arches an eyebrow. “Do you have a reservation, sir?”
I’m sure he’s looking at my disheveled hair, lack of a tie, and is it possible to see I gave the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen the orgasm of her life on the patio just now?
The thought makes me smother a laugh. “I do not. My ahh… fiancée and I had dinner, and we decided to stay over for the night.”
“I see.” He glances skeptically. “One moment, and I’ll check if anything’s available on such short notice.”
“Perfect, and send up a bottle of champagne while you’re at it.”
He glances at me then runs the card. In an instant, his demeanor flips. “Mr. Alexander, my apologies. I have you set up in the ahh… Yes! In the Royal Poinciana Suite with an ocean view and acomplimentarybottle of wine. Can I get you anything else, sir?”