I forgot how beautiful she was.
I’d jerked off to her memory countless times, but I could never truly picture her perfection. Seeing her in the flesh reminded me of her incredible qualities, of her stunning beauty that no other woman could match.
I guided her to the bed and got her on her back, exactly where I wanted her. I wanted to see her face, see the way her hair stretched across the pillow and the way her eyes lit up like stars. Rarely did I face a woman during sex. I preferred their face against the comforter and their ass in the air. But I thought London’s face was her sexiest feature. Direct eye contact brought me comfort, not unease. I could look into her soul and have her look back into mine without fear.
Her legs circled my waist, and her ankles locked together against my lower back as she prepared to take me. Her fingers hooked under my arms and over my shoulders, gripping me tightly as she positioned herself for the ride ahead.
I rubbed my cock against her folds and felt her lubrication coat the surface of my length. She was ready for me, had been ready since the moment I walked into the room. I pressed my head inside her slit and was greeted by a fold of her moisture.
She was soaked.
“Jesus Christ…” I was used to the uncomfortable dryness of a condom, but I’d never forgotten how incredible she felt. Now I was reliving one of my favorite memories, feeling the pussy I’d become obsessed with. I slid all the way inside her until I was completely sheathed. I held myself steady, feeling my heart race at record-breaking speed.
She dug her nails into me and possessed a fiery expression in her eyes, just as affected by the combination of our bodies as I was. She squeezed her knees against my sides and let out a low moan.
My hands dug into the mattress as I suspended my body on top of hers. I gave my first thrust and slid through her tightness, feeling my entire body shiver in pleasure. She was so slick, wetter than I’d ever felt her.
She craned her neck up and kissed me, her lips gentle despite the tension in both of our bodies. With restrained passion, her lips moved with mine. Her breathing was building into a crescendo, an explosion that would leave her screaming underneath me. Her nails dug into me harder, and her hips worked with mine to meet my thrusts.
I wouldn’t last long, but thankfully, she wouldn’t either.
“I’m already gonna come…”
I rocked into her harder, pressing her deep into the mattress where she couldn’t slip away. I gave her every inch of me over and over, hitting her hard in the perfect spot. I got off on getting her off. She turned me into a real gentleman.
Like I’d hit a button, she ignited. Her sexy legs squeezed my hips as she came around my cock, her moisture oozing down my length all the way to my balls. My name rolled off her tongue in the sexiest way possible. “Crewe…” Her hair was sprawled around her body, her long strands perfect for me to fist.
I wanted to keep going, but my cock couldn’t handle the wait. I needed to put my seed inside her now, to claim her as my woman again. After a few more pumps, I released inside her, feeling the most exquisite rush through my body. “Lovely…” Nothing made me feel more like a king than coming inside my queen.
She tightened her legs and pulled me deeper into her, making sure she got every drop I had to give. Her arms hooked around my neck, and she looked into my eyes with a beautiful face and red cheeks. Her eyes were lidded like she was both satisfied and exhausted, but she wanted more the second I was ready to give it. “I missed that so much.”
“That makes two of us.”
She pulled on her scrubs then placed her hair in a bun. “I need to get to work. I’ll see you in a few hours.”
I already hated this. “Do you always work the night shift?”
“It’s when the ER is the busiest.”
Why did she have to choose a career that was so dangerous? “I’ll walk you.” I grabbed my coat from the coat rack and threw it on.
“You don’t need to walk me, Crewe. I’ll see you in the morning.” Even in baggy scrubs and a jacket, she looked beautiful. No way in hell was I letting her walk around alone.
“I can either walk you or my driver can drop you off and pick you up again.”
“Neither is necessary.”
I blocked the door with my body and stared her down. “Pick one.”
“I’ve been living in this city my whole life. I’ll be fine.”