She did as he asked.
“Now bend over and place your palms flat on the bed,” he said.
“Right back where we started before the interruption.”
“Chrissie—”
“You’re good at giving orders,” she murmured as she followed his instructions. “Is that part of your job as a SEAL?”
“Sometimes,” he said as he wrapped his hands around her hips. “And other times, I listen. We’re a team. It’s a give and take.”
He ran his hand over her skirt. And for the second time that afternoon, he drew it up to her waist. She stared straight ahead at the empty hotel room wall and bit her lips. She didn’t want to wait for him to do all the work. She wanted to play a part in her pleasure and his.
“Pretend I’m one of your teammates,” she said, her voice low and firm.
“I don’t think so,” he said with a rough laugh.
“I want you to leave me just like this while you go into my bag—it’s on the chair over there—and pull out a condom,” she said. “And then I want you to move to the other side of the bed and strip. I want to watch while you cover yourself.”
“Someone likes to give orders,” he said.
In her peripheral vision, she saw him move to the chair. “I want to make sure you don’t bore me.”
He found the packet and moved to the other side of the bed. With his back to the wall, he began pulling off his clothes. His shirt, then his pants and underwear, until finally he stood naked. If she crawled onto the bed, she could reach him, touch him—
“Don’t move,” he said, his
hand moving around his cock as he covered himself. “I like having you right there. Your skirt flipped up and your shirt still on. Ready and waiting for me to take you.”
He walked around the edge of the bed. She felt him behind her, close, but not touching. Not yet.
“Dante—”
“Shhh. This time, I want the fantasy.”
“I’m not wearing a costume,” she protested. She’d abandoned her wig in his room.
“I’ll use my imagination.” His hand moved between her legs, testing her wetness. He slid one finger in and then another.
“Which one?” She gasped. “Which disguise would you picture?”
“The librarian.” His hands abandoned her, and she whimpered. He gave her bare backside a playful tap. “Be quiet now, Chrissie.”
“Or you’ll spank me?” she murmured.
“No.”
She felt his cock nudge at her entrance.
“I’m afraid spanking doesn’t turn me on,” he said. “Sorry if that disappoints you.” He thrust his hard length in another inch.
“You’ll have to make it up to me.” She ended her sentence with a gasp as he drove the rest of the way into her.
“Honey, if you’re not quiet…” he said, drawing back as he wrapped his hands around her hips. “Well hell, we’re going to have to do this all night. After sound check…after your show…”
“Over and over?” She tried to push back against him and fight for control of the pace. But he held her tight.
“Yes.” He growled, quickening the pace. “And I’ll make you come every time. With my hands, with my mouth, and just…” He slammed his hips against her. “Like…” He offered another punishing, but oh so pleasurable thrust. “This.”