“Yes,” she breathes. I can hear how her breathing has picked up. It’s harsher than it was a moment ago. I dare not look at her, though. If I do, I know I’ll pull the car over and take her on the side of the road. “Clyde?” she whispers.
“Yeah?”
“That’s what I want to hear. That’s the only thing I’ve ever wanted to hear.”
“As I said, we’ve got forever.”
“Forever,” she says.
“It begins now.”
“Promise?”
“Oh, yeah.” We ride in silence the rest of the short ride into New Orleans, where I pull into the Imperial Hotel & Restaurant.
“The Imperial? Really?” she asks as I help her out of the car. The valet takes my keys and hands me a ticket. “McDonald’s would have been good, I swear,” she says, jumping into my arms. I place a light kiss on her upturned lips. “I’m not dressed for someplace this fancy,” she says. I reach into the backseat and pull out a small suitcase.
“Your mother sent this along.”
“My mother?”
“Oh, yeah, baby girl. Mama Fisher is on our side,” I tell her.
“Oh, wow.”
“Yeah, let’s get checked in.”
“Checked in? We’re staying here too?”
“Don’t worry,” I tell her, leaning down to her ear. “I reserved two rooms.”
“Oh.” I start to straighten, but she grabs onto my forearm, holding it tightly. “We don’t need two rooms, do we?” she asks, and all the air leaves my lungs.
“No, we don’t. I just didn’t want to assume.”
“Assume what? That I’d succumb to your charms?”
“Something like that,” I say, chuckling.
“I succumbed to them a long time ago, Clyde,” she purrs.
“Did you now?” I quirk my eyebrow in her direction.
“Oh yeah.”
I all but drag her to the registration desk, checking into to just one room with a king-size bed. I grab the key from the clerk, using that hand to grab her hand. I am carrying the bags in the other. I don’t have time to deal with a tip-hungry bellhop. She pushes the button for the seventh floor. It ascends slowly. Agonizingly slow. I don’t know how I make it to the floor without pushing her against the wall and taking what we both need, but I do. She takes the key from my hand at the door and unlocks the door, pushing it open. She enters, and I follow behind her.
This is it. It’s just her and me now. The door closes with a loud snick behind us. Setting the bags down on the luggage rack, I turn to her. She is fiddling with those frays again. She’s so fucking gorgeous and sweet, I don't think I deserve her, but I’m taking her.
“Are you hungry?” I ask, thinking I should at least feed her before devouring her.
“Not for food,” she says, smiling at me. Who knew a smile could be so devastatingly seductive? It’s clear to me that I’ve never noticed a woman’s smile before because hers blinds me. She kicks out of her Jordan’s, then reaches down and pulls her socks off. Grinning, like a loon, I do the thing. I move toward her; then, my lips are on hers. My hands roam her body, seeking her heat. Touching her. Learning her every curve. Her hands move up and down my back. Clothes start flying. When I get to her tight jeans, I open the clasp, then pull them down her legs. She’s gloriously naked. No bra. No panties. She’s bared to me, and something inside of me snaps. I growl. She moves away from me, onto the bed. On her back, with her legs spread for me.
How am I supposed to be in control with her like this? Every nerve in my body is on high alert.
I strip the rest of my clothes off, joining her on the bed. I move my lips up her legs to the apex between her thighs. I dip my tongue into her pussy; her cunt juice is already flowing. Drinking it down, she moans above me. I reach my hands up and squeeze her tits, but she grabs my hands, holding them while I go to town on her. She moans my name, squeezes my hands, and grinds into my face, wanting more. I eat her pussy until she comes, screaming my name.
“Are you pure for me, Kerry? Have you shared this delicious pussy with another man?” I demand, moving up her body. I line my cock up with her opening and pause.
“Yes. Of course, I am pure. I saved myself. For you. Are you? Did you do this with every co-ed you met?”
“Hell no, baby girl. I am looking down at her intently. “This pussy right here,” I say, using two fingers to swipe over her swollen clit, “This pussy is the only pussy I have ever known or ever will know. This is it for me, Kerry. Tell me it is for you too.”