"Gabriel, please," she whines.
"You moved your hand," I lean into her and whisper harshly, my hand gliding across her ass cheek.
She moans beneath my touch, inching herself up to her tiptoes in an effort to line up her dripping wet pussy with my fingers. She's close. I could feel it with my tongue when I circled her swollen clit over and over.
"I want to come," she purrs. "Let me get myself off. I want to touch myself."
I raise my hand in the air before I bring it down to her ass. The sharp crack of my skin on hers fills the room, along with a guttural groan from her lips.
"Again, please?"
Fuck. The request almost drives me back down to my knees.
I run my fingers over her folds, pulling the wetness along her ass, before I slap it again, harder this time.
"Ah, yes. Yes."
I unbuckle my belt, the pressure within too much. I pull down the zipper of my pants, slowly as I watch her ass sway, her hand inching its way back to her core.
I reach down to pick up the sash from her dress. I hold it taut in my fists in front of me. "I said no, beautiful Isla."
I move quickly pulling both her wrists into my hands. I wrap the sash around one and she moves the other into place. Her hands work with me as I bind them together behind her back. She flips them, twists them right along with my movements as if we're in an intricate dance.
"Will you fuck me now?" The words sound foreign as they fall from her sweet lips. "I want to be fucked hard."
Christ, please. Yes.
I look at her face, her right cheek still pressed against the glass. I lean forward, running my fingers along her back before I cradle her chin, moving it just a touch so I can slide my mouth over hers.
The kiss is deep, lush and as soon as I pull away, I'm behind her.
I glide my fingers across her pussy. She's wet, so incredibly wet.
Her breathing quickens. Her ass moves as she slides her feet even farther apart. I stare at her reflection in the glass. Her beautiful eyes are closed. Her lips quivering as she exhales loudly.
My hand grazes the front of my pants. I should do this. It's what I'd planned when I dressed for tonight and slid two condom packages in the pocket of my slacks. I wasn't even sure I'd be able to resist the temptation to be inside of her before we stepped foot off the elevator.
I'd wanted her desperately in the car. My mind conjuring up detailed images of her nude on my lap, riding my dick as we drove through the streets of the city.
I've thought about fucking her since I first saw her.
Her body is everything I imagined and more.
She's literally begging me for it.
All I have to do is sheath my cock and slide it into her wet cunt. I can take her hard against this window. I can claim her right now.
I suck in a deep breath as my hands dart to the glass on either side of her, trapping her there, against me.
"Gabriel." Her voice is barely audible. "Please fuck me."
I rest my forehead against her back aligning my eyes with her bound wrists and beyond that, the curve of her naked ass. I brush my lips across her shoulder, nestling my cheek into the softness of her fragrant skin.
"Haze," I mouth the word silently before I lower myself back to my knees, inhale the sweet scent of her arousal and tongue her pussy until she comes screaming my name.
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
Isla