And as uncharacteristic as this was for me, the fact that I’d never in my life done this, gone home with a guy, a virtual stranger, here I was, following Tommy to his hotel room. I was thankful it wasn’t the room right next to ours, but on a totally different floor. The last thing I wanted was for Nadine to hear anything.
Once in the hotel room, I stepped inside, hearing the door shut. I turned around and saw him standing there, his big body seeming to dwarf the door behind him. My body heated, my pussy becoming wet, my nipples hard.
He didn’t say anything for long seconds, but then he took a step toward me. I felt my heart race at the sight of him coming closer, stalking me.
“You’re breathing so fucking hard, Izzy.”
The way he spoke was gruff, as if he were trying to keep himself calm, feigning like he had his shit together. But I wanted him to be just like me, uncontrollable, letting our desire lead the way.
“Izzy,” he groaned.
The way he said my name, all low and deep, had my entire body tightening, had my skin tingling, and had this need to just throw caution to the wind tenfold and be with him. That pleasure overrode common sense. I might be buzzed from the three glasses of wine, but I wasn’t drunk enough not to understand what I wanted. My inhibitions were just more relaxed, and it felt freeing to just let my need take control.
He took another step closer to me. “Why are you breathing so hard?” His voice was so deep.
I looked at his hands. They were so big, so strong. His entire body was like that, like steel and granite. And the white dress shirt he wore, stretched over his broad shoulders and tight around his bulging biceps, had the feminine part of me sighing in appreciation.
“Because of how I feel,” I blurted out.
He made this low, deep sound in the back of his throat. “Come here.”
The way he commanded me with just a few words had my body coming alive at a rapid pace. And before I knew what I was doing, I stood right in front of him. I clenched my hands into tight fists at my sides and clenched my jaw, telling myself to keep cool, that I didn’t want to ruin this because of my nerves.
“You’re nervous,” he said without question.
I nodded. “Yes.”
“I am too.”
I was surprised by his admission.
“Really?”
He nodded slowly, his focus so intense I felt it everywhere. “Because it’s been a very long time since I was with a woman, Izzy.”
I swallowed at the truth I heard in his tone.
“And because I’ve never felt this way about anyone. Ever.”
His towering height made me feel so petite. For a second, we held each other’s gaze, and then Tommy lifted his hand and took a piece of my hair between his thumb and forefinger, looking at the lock, his expression softening. I felt a fresh gush of wetness leave my pussy. My panties were so wet.
“It’s been a long time since you were with a woman?” I don’t know why I repeated that, but the words left me before I could stop them.
He nodded. “So fucking long. Years, Izzy.”
“Me too. I’ve only been with one man, and it was years ago.” I didn’t mean to tell him that, but here we were, the truth aired out between us.
He made this deep groan right before he slipped his hand behind my head, tangled his fingers in my hair, and pulled me close to him. I slammed into his hard, defined chest, braced myself against him with my hands on his pectoral muscles, and told myself to breathe.
Tommy looked at my lips for so long, that I found myself running my tongue over the bottom one, hoping the subtle act would urge him to kiss me.
Because I wanted that so badly.
“Izzy,” he groaned my name.
“Yeah, Tommy?” I prompted just as softly.
“I want to kiss you so fucking badly right now.”
I felt a flush steal over me. I was tired of waiting, and so I rose on my toes, curled my fingertips into his pecs, and placed my mouth on his, taking control of the situation for a small moment in time.
Chapter Ten
Izzy
It was only a millisecond of me taking control that Tommy had it back. It was like something snapped in him as he tightened his hand in my hair until the pain mixed with pleasure. He moved us backward while devouring my mouth now, and I felt the wall stop our movements. Tommy kissed me hard, feverishly, and it was like an animal had been unleashed inside him. But I loved it, loved he couldn’t control himself.
“Fuck, you taste good, better than I imagined.” He had his dick pressed against my belly and ground himself against me over and over again until I couldn’t stop the moan that spilled from me. Even through his pants, I felt how hard he was, how massive and huge his dick felt. My pussy clenched, as if trying to grab onto something substantial.