Unexpected Love Story (Love 2)
“I just have to tell my friends I’m leaving.” She points behind her and goes to tell them something while I close up the tab. A couple of women look over her shoulder, waving their hands at me, and one high-fives her. She shakes her head, laughing, while she walks back to me. “So where to?” she asks me. I grab her hand and walk outside to the building next door. “Well, that wasn’t too far.”
I guide her to the elevator and press the button standing next to her. I’m nervous; I haven’t had sex with someone new since Bethany and that feels like forever ago. I start thinking about different moves when the elevator dings, and the doors open. She steps in before me. “What floor?” she asks.
“Twenty-seven,” I say, and she presses the button. She leans on the wall while I lean on the other across from her. “I don’t usually do this.”
The little minx smiles at me. “A one-night stand or sex?”
I smile at her. “Very funny. A one-night stand.”
She stands straight and walks over to me. Her hands go straight to my chest, causing my heart to beat faster. “Well, then”—she inches closer, her hands moving to my neck, and my hands going to her waist, pulling her close to me, “let me start then.”
She goes on her tippy toes, and something in me takes over. I turn her so she is the one against the wall now. My hand runs over her bare neck, coming up to cup her chin. “I’m the one driving this car,” I tell her right before I hear her breath hitch and my mouth crashes into hers. I taste the scotch on her when her hand touches my cheek, and I angle my head to get more of her. To get all of her. The elevator dings, letting us know we are on our floor. Our lips separate from each other as our chests rise and fall rapidly. I hold out my hand, and she places hers in mine. As soon as our fingers intertwine, I pull her out of the elevator before the doors shut us in. She laughs as she follows me, and I make the mistake of looking over at her, seeing her with her hair going everywhere, the smile on her face, and the twinkle in her eyes. I make sure to remember it all.
I scan my card, opening the door and pushing her against it when it closes. This time, she groans when I press her to the back of the door. My hands go down to grab her ass. “Fuck,” I hiss when she arches her back and tries to push into me. My cock’s harder than it’s ever been; either that or the restriction of my jeans makes it seem that way. I lean my head down to suck her neck, her hands frantic on my shoulders, my back, and finally, my hair. She tries to spread her legs, but the tight skirt restricts them. So she pushes me from her neck, and when I swoop down to take her mouth again, she turns and her ass hits the desk. I frantically pull up her shirt, her hands diving under my shirt, the need to feel each other almost too much for words. Our mouths never leave each other, my hands going from the back of her thighs to her tits, then all the way to her neck. She rips the shirt off my body, our mouths leaving when she pulls it over my head. Tossing it over my shoulder, I reach for the zipper on the back of her top. A zipper that taunted me while she walked away from me. The sound of the zipper echoes through the whole room as she sits there on the desk with her legs spread open and me standing between them. My mouth wants to taste her more, so I lean down, taking her mouth again. The zipper slides down, her top falling on the desk when I get to the bottom, and I know I have to see her. My hands roam up her back, feeling her skin get goose bumps as she groans into my mouth and pushes her chest into mine. I leave her mouth, looking down at her perfect tits. Everything about this woman is perfect. I take a nipple into my mouth as my hand squeezes the other one; her nipple pebbles in my mouth as I bite down, and her head goes back. “I need.”
Her hands reach for my waist, straight to the button on my pants. She unsnaps it while I switch breasts, the sound of the zipper drowned out by our moaning and panting. Going straight for my cock, she fists it in her hand, and this time I moan.