Mistaken Identity (Identity 1)

“Maybe we’ll find out before the night is over.”

He turned to the side to give her easy access to the door lock. Her hands shook as she slid the card in the lock and took it back out.

“Don’t worry. I won’t share you just yet.”

She pushed the cool metal handle down. The door opened with a pop. He nudged it with their bodies and entered the massive suite, kicking the door shut behind them with his booted foot. He turned on the light switch with his elbow. A part of her registered the gigantic California King bed, on the far side of the room, and the elegant navy blue couch with a screen television to their right. A distinctive click broke the silence, and the rest of the details were lost.

That simple sound acted like a buzzer signaling the start of a round. She surged forward, slipped her tongue between his lips and began a tango of tongues. He tasted sweet and fiery, like his drink. Tilting her head to get a better taste, she buried her fingers into the soft, short, dirty-blond hair. In return he fisted her hair. Tension formed at her scalp. A pleasurable pain swept through her like a forest fire. The back of his legs hit the bed, and he fell back with her on top of him.

With him she was an Amazon woman. There was no self consciousness or awkward pauses. His rigid length and the need in his eyes left no doubt he liked her as is. She placed her legs on either side of him, lined up their pelvises and pulled back to meet his gaze. The power was heady. Bending over his body, her dark hair fell around them like a dark curtain.

“Me first.”

“We can do it however you want it, Kansas.”

This is crazy. She swiveled her hips. His body jerked in response. Gripping the bottom of his t-shirt she tugged upward. “This has to go. I want to see you.”

“Only if I can see you.”

She smirked. “You show me yours, and I’ll show you mine.” Sitting up she tried not to drool as he revealed golden skin stretched taut over a chest that would rival a Greek god’s. The heat in his eyes scalded her. Her hands shook as she removed her shirt before she lost the nerve.

“You are so beautiful, Kansas.” He caressed her sides, worked his way up her soft belly to the underside of her bra. There was no rush inside the tiny bubble they’d created.

“So are you.” She ran her hands down his chest. His muscles contracted, and he grew impossibly hard beneath her.

“I can feel you through your jeans Kansas, and you’re so damn hot. Are you wet for me?”

“Soaked.”

“I want to feel it.” Grasping her hips with his large hands, he moved her in his lap.

She gasped. The tension built inside her. “Oh God.” She whimpered.

“Do you like that?”

“Yes.”

He ground harder. Her heart raced, and her breath caught.

“I-I’m going to come if you don’t stop.”

“Do it.” His voice was lower, husky. “I want to know I can make you come without even touching you.”

The words took her higher, and the rough material pressed into her clit did the rest. She screamed, spiraling over the edge fast and hard. Her body convulsed, and she clutched the sheets beneath her for purchase.

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“Damn, you are even sexier when you’re screaming my name while you come.” His voice wasn’t arrogant. It was reverent, and full of pride and pleasure. She gave him a shy smile. Impossible to be bashful when he looks at me like that. He sat up and unbuckled the back of her bra helping her slide it down her arms. Her nipples stood at attention under his intense stare.

“I think we’re both wearing too much clothing, darling,” he whispered.

“Agreed.”

He rolled her onto her back. “I want to undress you.” Unbuttoning the top of her jeans, he and slid his fingers beneath her waist band into her underwear.

“So hot.” He swirled his thumb around her clit. “And wet.” Sparks of pleasure shot through her core, and he slid a finger in and she bucked.

“That’s it, Sas. Let me see you come again.”