The diamond ring I’d given her glinted on her finger. I was about to say to hell with the cameras when the door dinged and slid open. I took her hand and pulled her down the hallway. My apartment had a touch pad entry, so I punched in the code and shoved the door open. Tugging her inside, I immediately pushed her against the wall. It was harder, more urgent than I had intended, and when she gasped at impact, her eyes darkened.
“What do you think you’re doing?” she asked, the corner of her mouth turning up in a smirk.
“You know exactly what I’m doing.” I eased my hands inside her coat and up to her shoulders to push it down off of her. The coat pooled at her feet and ankles.
As I stripped off my overcoat and my suit jacket, I took in the sight of her. She was pressed against the wall in that tight, form-fitting dress, the black boots nearly meeting the bottom of the dress. There was a ribbon of pale skin between the two and it made me want to feel her skin, bury my hand under her dress. Kissing her hard, passionately, I gripped that exposed area of her flesh, before greedily easing up her dress.
Felicia broke off the kiss and gave a soft gasp. She reached out to hold on to my arms and arched her hips towards my touch. I absolutely loved how she never hesitated to show how turned on she was. It made me want to give her as much pleasure as possible.
As I ran my hand up her inner thigh, I reminded her, “All night, Felicia, all night.”
Then I reached the apex of her thighs and groaned.
She wasn’t wearing panties.
There was nothing between my flesh and her soft, warm sex.
As I slid my thumb down over her clit and sank into her wetness, I said the obvious. “You’re not wearing panties.”
“I like a smooth look,” she said, her voice breathy, head tilted to the side.
She definitely liked the smooth look and I appreciated the hell out of that. She was silken smooth everywhere, fully waxed, and I stroked inside her tight body, knowing there was no way I was taking her to the bedroom.
I needed her here. Now.
Abruptly I pulled my hand back and she gave a cry of disappointment.
But I needed to dig in my pocket for my wallet and retrieve a condom. I undid my pants while I kissed first one corner of her mouth and then the other. She shivered and I eased her dress up further.
“That’s it, daddy,” she said. “Give it to me.”
Never in my life would I have thought that would turn me on, but the way she looked at me, her full raspberry lips parted, her eyes bright and glassy with arousal, her nails digging into my arms, it was like a vise around my cock. The way she said it wasn’t submissive or breathy or whiny. It was demanding, a power move. Which made it even hotter.
I lifted her knee up onto my hip. “Say please,” I told her, teasing my cock against her clit.
She gasped and turned her head to the side. “Please,” she murmured, almost as an afterthought as she enjoyed me stroking over her taut little button.
I stepped back from her, easing her leg back down, and she snapped to attention. She turned her head and gave me a look of reprimand. “Why did you stop? I said please.”
“Say it like you mean it.”
Felicia took a step forward off the wall, and ran her hands across my chest, smoothing my shirt. She eased the shirttail from the waistband of my pants. Then she took both sides of the shirt in a tight grip and ripped them apart. Buttons went flying. My cock got even harder.
“Please?” she said, voice low and seductive and very naughty. “Please give it to me. Daddy.”
I was done. Beaten at my own game. I hauled her leg up against my hip, catching a very sexy glimpse of her black leather boots. Then I pushed her back against the wall, and thrust inside her.
We both moaned, the low cadence of mutual pleasure. Her body felt amazing, tightly wrapped around me.
I lost all sense of time, of the tightness in my calves, of the cool air around us. Hell, I lost all sense of me. I just drowned in Felicia, in the pleasure she gave me so easily, just by being her. Pounding into her, her shoulders hitting the wall each time I did, I gave myself over to the rhythm as she made the most delicious sounds of ecstasy in the back of her throat.
My balls were tight and I was so ready to explode but I tortured myself by holding back. I wanted her to come first. I brushed my palm over her nipple, before tugging down the neckline of her dress. Easing her breast out, I rolled and squeezed her nipple between my thumb and forefinger.
She gasped and I knew I was on the right track.
It only took a few seconds and she was gripping my ass with two hands and crying out in unbridled pleasure.
The sound was all it took for me to join her.